"Oh..." After slowly reading a book called "Chronology" in his hand, he reviewed the past and learned the new. Bao Fuxin sighed, "I was also a cultural person in my previous life!"

He sighed for no reason. He didn't know what happened recently. As the days of entering the sect get closer, his mood is very complicated.

A little nervous, with a hint of expectation, a yearning, a little helplessness, and more of nostalgia!

For my past life, I remembered my parents and my own shop.

I have to say that Bao Fu lived a good life in his new life. He owned a copy shop opposite a junior high school. The store belongs to his own, and the most expensive one in the store is a Canon photocopier.

The busiest time every day is only during lunch break and school, and each stage is only one hour. In the following time, he watches movies, plays games, reads, practices calligraphy, and is a happy and promising otaku.

The only sigh is that junior high school students are becoming more and more agile. This junior high school was also his alma mater. He was honest and polite when he went to school.

When I came to the photocopying club with my classmates, I walked in and looked at the middle-aged boss with a hint of awe. Then everyone would say, "Hello, uncle, we want to copy!"

Bao Fuxin was even more polite, so he knelt down and shouted nervously: "Dad..."

"..." The students then realized that the owner of the shop was Bao Fuxin's father.

Bao Fuxin inherited his father's business since he was a child and was inspired to inherit this copy club. He also studied computer graphics and other related majors in college.

After graduating from college, he took the key to the store house from his father, and then his father said to him: "You have to use your heart to give me 8,000 yuan in rent every month in order to give you some pressure."

Bao Fuxin was also a little stunned at the time. He thought his property was free, but he didn't expect that he would have to pay rent?

"Dad, isn't this our own store? Why would I give you rent?" Bao Fuxin wanted to fight for it.

"Of course you saved up for you to get married! If you don't tie a rope for you, can you save money?" The father said with confidence.

My father, who was less than fifty years old, started his retirement life and traveled with his mother from time to time. After he came back, he chose a blind date for him.

Bao Fuxin is also very attentive. The photocopying club will naturally not only have one service for copying. Since his father's era, it also operates stationery, gifts, packaging, etc.

Opening opposite the school must be profitable. Can you not give gifts when having a birthday between classmates?

Cool multi-functional stationery, owned by other classmates, how could you not desire it?

Parents never want their children to lose at the starting line. Others have it, and their children are also a must.

Every year, new students enter the school, and every year, old students leave. It is impossible to tell how good their academic performance is, but it is definitely possible to tell who has the money.

As time goes by, students' pursuit, language, and communication methods are constantly changing.

Bao Fuxin needs to understand their needs, use this as the standard for supply and then optimize it, which is also a science.

For more time, Bao Fuxin can do what he likes, and even after he is busy at noon every day, he can lock the door and take a nap.

What's even more exaggerated is that he can take his own vacation based on the students' vacation, not only on the double break every week, but also on the winter and summer vacations.

Bao Fu did not have any ambitions of being rich and noble in his new life, and everything he had was enough.

Reading and calligraphy are his hobbies, and even because he learned computer graphics, he also became interested in painting.

What a wonderful day like this!

The result was his work attitude. Two years later, he bought the first car in his life, which was entirely the money he earned.

Unfortunately, after a nap, he woke up again and arrived here, and he was still in the time travel and adaptation period he spent in his womb.

...

Bao Fuxin put down the book and leaned back. His small body was completely trapped in the wooden backrest chair, and his eyes were closed.

【Enter!】

He recited the words silently, then opened his eyes again, and he had entered a strange space.

He likes to read, after coming to this world, from birth, he looks for the golden fingers, and finally he is tempted by him. As long as he silently enters, his consciousness will enter this space.

This is the world of fairy tales. He guessed that this space should be his sea of ​​consciousness, and that he entered his own consciousness body. There is no evidence and only guesses. Unless he succeeds in his future cultivation, he can prove this.

It was not dark here. He could "see clearly" everything around him. The space was not big, and it was hard to figure out what was around him. He couldn't walk far and could only circle around him. The place seemed not big, and there was something blocking around him.

In the limited space, a photocopier is placed in the center.

That’s right, it’s the copier from his copy club, Canon Smart ir-adv     c3562!

He only had the host, and he did not buy other accessories, although the salesperson was trying hard to promote it at that time.

The times are indeed constantly improving, and a copier is also trying hard to reflect its intelligence, but Bao Fuxin is very disdainful.

"Smart? I shouted, would it dare to agree?" Bao Fuxin asked the salesperson like this at that time.

Then, things became simple, the salesperson no longer recommended it, Bao Fuxin's ears became pure.

Although the maximum printing size of this copier is only a4, and it cannot restore a roll of paper, it saves paper!

A sheet of paper is made of a4 paper, and the front and back sides are double the price, but only one piece of paper is used. Bao Fuxin likes himself and then buys it.

And when I came through time, I came with it. No other golden fingers appeared at that time, so this copier became Bao Fuxin's entire hope.

The spiritual roots are not high, the fairy path is slim, how can you live without golden fingers?

When he first discovered it, Bao Fuxin was extremely excited and excited, but then he was disappointed.

This copier has no sound at all, and the control panel is dark. No matter how Bao Fuxin operates it, it is silent.

Finally, Bao Fuxin patted his head. He knew the reason and there was no power!

A finished electronic product appears in its own sea of ​​consciousness, and the electricity it needs cannot be provided at all.

Bao Fuxin had no choice but to do anything. In despair, on a night of thunder and rain, he rushed out of his room and spread his arms in the heavy rain, "Come and chop me!"

The result was that he was soaked by heavy rain. He was only four years old at that time!
Chapter completed!