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In the northern winter, the nights are cold enough to chill the heart. Cuddled up in a somewhat musty blanket, Jiang Yizhou fell asleep early because there was no other entertainment in the house besides an old radio. There wasn't even a deck of playing cards. The life of a solitary elder was truly monotonous; if there were no work to do, Jiang Yizhou couldn't imagine how the elderly would pass the time.
He slept soundly, exhausted from a night of train travel followed by tidying up the house. After failing to find anything to keep his attention, he fell asleep as soon as he hit the bed, both he and the elder snoring deeply.
In his dreams, everything went smoothly. Jiang Yizhou unexpectedly saved someone—a wealthy man—who rewarded him with twenty thousand yuan. Later, he used that money to become rich, and within two years, he became a millionaire.
Wait? Something's not right. How did I become a millionaire? It felt like the transitions between movie scenes—going from zero to twenty thousand, then from twenty thousand to millions, as if it were just numbers that suddenly appeared.
Suddenly, the ground shook violently. Jiang Yizhou fell through a crack in the earth with a scream and sat up in bed, realizing the elder was standing in front of him, looking at him oddly. "What kind of beautiful dream did you have? You’ve been laughing nonstop!"
Jiang Yizhou felt embarrassed to speak out. Rubbing the back of his head, he instinctively smiled in the original owner's naive manner. "Uncle, it's nothing much. I just dreamed about getting rich, hehehe!"
Having merged with the consciousness of this body’s original owner, although still primarily influenced by his past life’s awareness, he felt a sense of closeness to the elder before him.
"You fool!" The elder laughed and scolded him before turning and walking out the door, revealing breakfast laid out on the dining table in the center of the room.
Jiang Yizhou thought for a moment. The elder had shallow sleep and short sleeping hours. He glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already past seven o'clock, leaving no room for doubt.
In early spring Beijing, it was still desolate, especially in this construction site that could be considered close to wilderness. There weren't many evergreen plants for aesthetics, nor were there bustling markets—just bare gray buildings with gaping holes where doors and windows had yet to be installed.
"When will you all start working?" Jiang Youming asked anxiously. He wanted to urge the workers to begin quickly; delays were not good news and could lead to losses.
Jiang Youming was in charge of the engineering team that belonged to the elder. Although Jiang Maode was getting old, just over fifty years old, he was still physically capable and didn't plan on retiring just yet. Jiang Youming and the elder were from the same village and knew Jiang Yizhou; most of their engineering team consisted of fellow villagers that he had brought together.
"Foreman, I'm sorry! It looks like it will take another two or three days before I can start working!" Jiang Maode turned to look at Jiang Yizhou, his face filled with apology. "This is my nephew's first time leaving home. I plan to let him rest today and take him around the capital tomorrow to see some sights."
After bidding farewell to the somewhat disappointed Jiang Youming, Jiang Maode and his nephew walked out of the construction site that was surrounded by makeshift barriers. This area not only had their residential building under construction but also involved overall street renovations and the construction of various supporting facilities.
Once the construction is completed, this place will gradually become indistinguishable from the city center, differing only in terms of prosperity.
"Uncle, I..." Jiang Yizhou felt conflicted about the elder's good intentions. He knew that the elder wanted to take him to work as a migrant worker, and he couldn't help but express his thoughts halfway through. If Jiang Maode agreed, that would be great; if not, he would consider other options.
Jiang Maode shot him a glance. "Don't you want to go out and see the world? I'll let you see it for yourself and realize that you can't afford anything and can't do anything. Then you'll be more honest!"
Jiang Yizhou fell silent. He didn't discriminate against migrant workers; both in his past life and this one, he came from a rural background. His relatives were either farmers or working elsewhere, and he was raised on money earned by his father working hard.
Although this job could earn decent wages just by putting in physical effort, it had no future. Even if he worked as a laborer for a lifetime, he would still be a laborer. Perhaps in the future, he could be like that Foreman and gather a group of people to form a construction team, but that would take at least ten years.
Right now? You, just barely an adult and still without facial hair, want to command us? What can you do?
Moreover, the most important thing was that he clearly knew how much wealth and opportunity awaited him in this era. However, if he could only be stuck on this construction site waiting for his meager first pot of gold until before the New Year—desperately urging the Foreman to pay wages—this was far from what he wanted.
He was just a barely qualified office worker. Although personality played a significant role, influenced by the original "him," he had changed a lot but could never become a business elite or an academic expert. Deep down, he was still himself; even with a brilliant idea and outstanding execution ability, he couldn't convince others to hand over their money and resources just for a share of the pie. Even if he traveled back to primitive society, he wouldn't be able to achieve that.
"Uncle, I know what I'm doing. In fact, I've thought about a lot back home and have plans to venture out," Jiang Yizhou insisted stubbornly, fabricating stories to make his determination seem firm in his uncle's eyes. After all, when he was at home, his parents never managed him too strictly; they had no idea what he was up to.
It was probably around three or four in the afternoon. Looking around at the road with few vehicles on either side, the two of them crossed this intersection without traffic lights directly.
"I thought you were doing well back at the Brick Factory in our hometown. I brought you to the capital, and before we even settled in, your mind is already wandering who knows where! Truly ambitious," Jiang Maode said as he paced towards their residence, occasionally glancing at Jiang Yizhou, who kept his head down and dared not look at him.
"You want to go out and see the world, right? Fine, I'll take care of your food and lodging, but everything else is up to you. However, let me make this clear: if you hit a wall and come back looking for me, you better not complain. You need to keep your heart in check and stay focused on the construction site. Do you understand?"
Jiang Maode was getting a bit angry; it was beyond what he should feel. When he first took his wife out to work, he didn't manage her well either; she was curious and wanted to see everything. He cared for her, and whenever she asked for money, he usually obliged. But within three months, she got involved with a boss from outside and left him with several thousand yuan as compensation...
But at least he was a grown man. No matter what losses he faced, once the little money they had ran out in this city where money was essential for survival, he would have no choice but to return and work!
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