Power and Wealth

Afternoon.

Office.

In the secretary's office, Dong Xuebin Xing took out a notebook and wrote it himself, summarizing all the instructions found.

It is also a reference time to spend a minute more each day than others.

If you want the world to back up for a day, it takes 24 hours.

To keep the world quiet for a day, it takes 24 hours to stop.

To retract an individual object for one day, reverse takes one second.

If you want a single object to move forward by one day, it will take a minute.

Dong Xuebin put down his pen and rubbed his head, I go, it's a little messy, but he doesn't think he needs to think about the function relationship, it doesn't make sense. Gain himself can spend a minute more than anyone else every day. There is no logic in itself, and science can't explain it at all. Therefore, Dong Xuebin can only find a similar reason to clear his mind. For example, the unpredictable future is much larger than the mobile energy required by the known past. This explanation should be studied carefully, and can only be disturbed by ordinary people.

Anyway, think ahead.

Dong Xuebin began to think vividly about the use of forward and was in a good mood.

However, with the passage of time, Dong Xuebin's face became more and more depressed. By the time he was about to leave work, his face was almost dark. I didn't want to know, analyze and analyze it. Dong Xuebin found this forward to be of little use. When he made a mistake, he could use his back to "regret” and start over again. Reverse can also achieve the effect of healing people and beauty care. It can be said that it is all wonderful to use, even there is room for further exploration in the future, but there is no forward!

Time to proceed with the specified object?

What's the point? Making people old? And the rest of the minute is old enough for a day?

Holy shit, I'm stuck. Even if an enemy wants to kill someone, how long will it take to get ahead? Not only is time short, but it is impossible to predict what will happen in the future. Even if the target is given time to move forward, it does not seem to have any benefit to Dong Xuebin. Compared with the back and stop instructions, forward is simply... useless!

I found a new instruction!

Paralysis!

Dong Xuebin really thought about every forward object, but still didn't find anything to make his eyes light up!

What do you call that?

Dong Xuebin slapped his head so hard, he couldn't help but laugh.

After pondering over and over again, Dong Xuebin finally put forward aside and decided to stop thinking about it, it was useless!

After work, Dong Xuebin looked at the watch, sighed bitterly, changed the clock back to today's time, then packed up and drove out of the office compound.

Another wasted day.

On the way, the phone suddenly rang, it was Yu Mixia.

Dong Xuebin just walked into the street dormitory compound, parked the car downstairs and reached for it. “Miss Yu, are you missing me again? ”

“No, no, no, there is. ”

Dong Xuebin enjoyed herself and stopped teasing her. “What's wrong? Something wrong?”

Yu Mixia's voice lagged, “I just told Ceci. ”

“Um, about your parents? What's Ceci's reaction? ”

“Nothing. ”

“Sweat, nothing. What's the reaction? ”

“… I don't know either. ”

“So what happened? ”

“I talked to Ceci, and I thought... well, I thought I'd go see my relatives. After all, that was my parents, and I... missed them, too.” There was a slight cry coming from the other end of the phone, "Although I can't remember what happened when I was a kid... I really miss them, me, I'm just scared... and I don't know what to say when I see them..."

Dong Xuebin shouted, “Don't cry, don't cry. It's a good thing, why are you crying? ”

“No, not crying. ”

“How old are you, a crying joke? ”

“… hmm. ”

“Okay, well, now that it's settled, that's it. What time do you see? Tomorrow? ”

“Yes.”

“Then tomorrow, you and little Ceci will come to town, and I will contact your father and mother. ”

After another discussion, Dong Xuebin hung up the phone, grabbed the bag, pulled the car door down, nodded and greeted the family of several street office cadres, and slipped upstairs.

Top floor.

Dong Xuebin opened the door with the key and suddenly he did not enter the house. Instead, he looked at a red plastic newspaper box nailed to the wall outside the eye door. This was the time Dong Xuebin was tortured twice in a row by the South Morning Post. He called someone to order a newspaper for a year. He wanted to see the news. The South Morning Post had no quota at the office and had to buy it himself. Second, it was also in case they hacked themselves again, so he was ready to grab first-hand information.

Turning out the key to open the newspaper box, Dong Xuebin took out the newspaper inside.

The morning newspaper was this morning, but I forgot to pick it up at work. Now I can't read much news. I just flipped Dong Xuebin and went into the house. I didn't have the heart to read it.

All of a sudden, Dong Xuebin's footsteps must have been, blinking, blinking eyes, turning back, his eyes doubtful.

A moment later, Dong Xuebin's mind glistened. Somehow, he actually left the newspaper and purse and walked out of the house. He stood in the hallway and stared at the newspaper box.

Look, look.

Look, look.

All of a sudden, Dong Xuebin's eyes gazed, his hands stretched out and his fingers opened, gently caressed on the box, and concentrated on the silent sound of forward!

One second… twenty seconds… forty seconds… forward release!

Dong Xuebin retracted his hand. He had given the box a little less than a day to move forward, but there appeared to be no special change, or so.

Dong Xuebin took out the key and opened the box again.

However, Dong Xuebin, who had just taken out the morning paper, was stunned to find that another newspaper appeared in the newspaper box!

Dong Xuebin took a breath and shook out his hand to take out the newspaper.

Calm down, calm down.

Dong Xuebin bit his teeth and opened the front page position of the newspaper. At the time of publishing, Dong Xuebin was shocked as if he had seen a ghost. He almost threw the newspaper out!

Holy shit!

What the hell is going on?

Dong Xuebin was so stunned, he felt his sweat pores all over him!

The date marked in this South Morning News... this is tomorrow's fucking newspaper!!

(To be continued)