In the 1980s, the Song family.
"I slept all day and finally got enough sleep."
After washing up, Song Ze came out of the room, stretched his limbs and went downstairs.
When the servant in the hall saw Song Ze, he immediately came forward and asked, "Third Young Master, do you want to eat now?"
Song Ze sat down on the sofa, looked up and asked the servant, "Where are my mother and my second brother?"
"The old lady just returned from her trip yesterday. She took the second young master to meet a business partner this morning. She should be back in the evening."
Song Ze's mouth twitched. What kind of trip was coming back? His mother was dancing square dance in the apocalypse.
I probably danced for half a month before I remembered that I still had things to do here, so I went home halfway.
"Hello, Third Young Master."
The butler walked over to the coffee table carrying some fruit and said with a smile, "Your exhibition was a huge success. It was even featured in the newspapers."
"That's right, don't you see who I am?"
Song Ze crossed his legs, leaned against the sofa and scratched his nose, looking so proud.
This time he held an art exhibition with an apocalyptic theme. People born in the 1980s had never seen zombies before, so they were all very interested in it.
They were fascinated by what they heard about supernatural powers.
Some people also asked him what the background of the apocalypse was and whether it could be made into a movie, and wanted to work with him.
But he was exhausted just organizing art exhibitions, so how could he have the time to make a movie?
Moreover, the current special effects cannot create the scene of the end of the world. Even if he has the intention, he cannot restore it.
A more serious point is that people nowadays still don't know what zombies are. If this film is made and no one watches it, it will be a disaster in their own hands.
"Eat some fruit first. We'll have dinner when the old lady and the second young master come back."
The housekeeper said to Song Ze.
"I'm not in a hurry."
Song Ze picked up the peach and took a bite, then continued to lean on the sofa, rocking his legs.
"By the way, ask my second brother to buy me some roasted chestnuts." Song Ze instructed while eating peaches.
"OK."
The housekeeper turned around and walked quickly to the landline to call Song En.
Song En had just returned to the office with his mother after a meeting. He picked up the phone on the desk and answered it.
"Second Young Master, it's me."
The butler spoke first, then explained his purpose, "The Third Young Master asked you to bring him a bag of sugar-roasted chestnuts when you return."
As soon as Song En answered the phone, he knew it was about this and nodded.
He was about to hang up when the housekeeper asked, "When will you and the old lady be back? The third young master is waiting for you to have dinner."
"I'll be back around seven, so he doesn't have to wait."
"Okay, I'll tell the Third Young Master."
The housekeeper hung up the phone, came to the sofa and told Song Ze that Song En would be back late.
Song Ze finished eating the peach and walked to the dining room. "Okay, I get it. I'll eat it myself first."
"OK."
The housekeeper brought his servants and quickly followed Song Ze.
By the time Song Ze had finished his meal, it was already 6:40.
He sat on the sofa, cracking melon seeds and watching TV, while calling in his heart: Xiaoqi, Xiaoqi, are you there?
Xiao Qi couldn't hear Song Ze shouting like that.
But Xiaoqi could sense fluctuations in the time and space travel props.
Just then, when he opened the time-space shuttle prop panel, he saw Song Ze’s avatar shaking.
He immediately clicked on the surveillance panel, and what caught his eye was Song Ze sitting in the Song family's house in the 1980s, eating melon seeds and watching TV.
"Host's third brother, have you ever thought about coming to play in the apocalypse?"
Xiao Qi muttered, flying towards Song Chi, who had returned to the hot spring villa and was resting in the hall, "Host, your third brother seems to be coming over to play."
"Third brother? Is he done with his work?"
Song Chi immediately leaned over to look at the panel.
"That should be it. Your third brother is sitting in the living room watching a movie. He's usually not home at this time."
"Do you need Xiaoqi to teleport your third brother directly to us?"
Song Chi was about to agree, but suddenly remembered the drastically changed Firelight Base. He put his hand to his mouth and said mischievously, "Teleport Third Brother back to the rooftop of the supermarket in our base and give him a surprise."
"OK."
Xiao Qi listened to Song Chi's command to click on the panel props and was about to teleport Song Ze, but suddenly there was another Song En in the panel monitoring, and Song En was also teleported to the roof of the supermarket.
"Holy shit! Did Xiao Qi really hear me calling him?"
Song Ze, standing under the big tree on the roof of the supermarket, looked surprised.
Song En, who was standing opposite Song Ze and handing the sugar-roasted chestnuts to Song Ze, frowned.
It must be Song Ze who wanted to come over and play, and he just happened to be within the teleportation range.
"Oh my god! This... this... where did this teleport us to?"
Running to the railing on the roof, Song Ze opened his mouth in shock at the sea of flowers surrounding the base, which had changed drastically from the base.
Song En pushed up his glasses and walked towards Song Ze while carrying sugar-roasted chestnuts.
This place is indeed very unfamiliar, but Xiaoqi shouldn't teleport them to an unfamiliar place.
"Xiao Qi, did you smoke? Did you mistakenly teleport us to another world?"
Song Ze turned around and asked Song En with a look of surprise.
Song En looked around and saw four familiar large hotels. They should be the Firelight Base.
He looked at the food street leading to the base gate. Although roses were planted on both sides and the houses on the street looked brand new, it was indeed the same food street as before.
"The street leading to that gate, with its lanterns hanging on it, looks a little familiar."
Song Ze took the sugar-roasted chestnuts from Song En's hand, ate them while squinting his eyes and staring at the main street not far away.
Song En glanced at Song Ze speechlessly.
No matter how you look at it, this is the Firelight Base, but he is too stupid to see it.
But why has the Huoguang Base changed so much? There is a resort as big as the base next to it. There is water everywhere, and there are hotels and land restaurants.
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