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Zhao Dongchuan and the man found an empty table and sat down. Each of them ordered a small dish and rice. Zhao Dongchuan didn't want to appear too wealthy in front of strangers, and as for the man, one dish was probably enough for him.

Afterward, the two continued to chat while waiting, and they also told each other their names.

"Little Zhao, are you returning Home for a visit?"

"Yes, Brother Geng, I haven't been back to my Hometown for almost a year since I joined the production team in the countryside. If I have the chance, of course, I have to go back and see it!" Zhao Dongchuan said with a slight smile.

The man's name was Geng Weiguo. He was a cadre, though he didn't tell Zhao Dongchuan what specific area he was responsible for, only that he managed many people's food, drink, and daily needs, acting as a great housekeeper.

Zhao Dongchuan didn't ask further, and of course, he didn't say what he did either, only that he had been recruited by his unit and was currently on family leave.

The two ate and chatted, finishing their meal quite quickly.

Just as they were about to pay and leave, they saw a foreign friend at the counter speaking animatedly with the train attendant.

The attendant couldn't understand, and the two were talking at cross-purposes, fussing for a long time. Zhao Dongchuan watched from the side, finding it quite strange.

Logically, foreign friends who could come to China at this time were either journalists or involved in business exchanges. Certain national levels still required communication with foreign countries, but tourism was rare.

These people would all be accompanied by translators, so why was this foreigner speaking in gibberish alone here?

Zhao Dongchuan saw that they had been talking for a long time, delaying many people who wanted to order and pay, and there was no one nearby to help.

He could only say in his not-so-fluent Chinglish, "What's up?"

"Oh, my God, thank goodness, finally someone who understands!" The foreign friend said in a London accent. (For easier reading, foreign languages will be replaced by Chinese as much as possible from now on!)

"My translator went to the restroom. I want some beer. I wonder if you have any here?" The foreigner said to Zhao Dongchuan.

Zhao Dongchuan's English wasn't great either; in his original life, he was a poor student and didn't study well. Although he had memorized many words using the pen's memory boost after coming here, learning materials were limited, and there were no listening tapes, so his listening skills were very lacking.

He also half-guessed what the foreigner was saying.

"Okay, I think I understand!" He said to the foreigner.

"Hello, Comrade, this foreign friend wants some beer. Do we have beer on our dining car?" Zhao Dongchuan turned to the train attendant and asked.

"Uh, he wants beer? He gestured for so long, and I didn't understand!"

"This train, heading to the Capital, has many good things, and we just happen to have beer!" The train attendant said proudly.

"Alright, then give him a bottle!" Zhao Dongchuan said.

The train attendant then served the foreigner a bottle of beer. On a cold day, it was ice-cold. Handing it to the foreigner made Zhao Dongchuan himself want a drink. He hadn't expected there to be beer here.

"Thank you!" The foreign friend said with a grin towards Zhao Dongchuan.

"You're welcome!"

Zhao Dongchuan had no intention of making friends with this foreigner.

There was no need. He didn't want to be so high-profile just yet. At this time, too much contact with foreigners could easily lead to being labeled a spy.

Afterward, Zhao Dongchuan and Geng Weiguo paid their bill and left the dining car, heading towards the sleeping car.

"Little Zhao, you even understand foreign languages?" Geng Weiguo had been watching the commotion from the side, and now that he had the chance, he asked Zhao Dongchuan.

"Just a little. I usually memorize some English words, but I don't have an English teacher, so I've only memorized without practice!"

"Hahaha, that's still very good. At least you can communicate with them and not be completely in the dark!" Geng Weiguo laughed heartily, patting Zhao Dongchuan's shoulder.

Soon, the two returned to their compartment and sat on their respective bunks.

Geng Weiguo picked up a teacup and went to the water dispenser to get water. Zhao Dongchuan, from his bag (actually his spatial dimension), took out another large meat bun, wrapped it in his blanket, and swallowed it in two or three bites.

He hadn't eaten enough earlier and just wanted to eat some more buns to fill his stomach.

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Afterward, the two exchanged a few more pleasantries and then rested.

Zhao Dongchuan took out a book and continued reading. Geng Weiguo also took out a book from his bag and began to read.

These two happened to both enjoy reading.

No wonder Geng Weiguo wanted to chat with Zhao Dongchuan.

Thus, amidst reading and chatting, Zhao Dongchuan spent a day and a night, finally arriving at the terminal station—the Capital—on the morning of the third day!

Zhao Dongchuan followed the crowd, carrying his satchel, and got off the train with Geng Weiguo, heading towards the exit.

There were many guards in military uniforms maintaining order on the platform, and many people were waiting for their companions, making the scene quite noisy.

Zhao Dongchuan and Geng Weiguo walked together to the exit, had their tickets checked, and left the station.

At this time, several public security officers were also randomly checking people's documents nearby.

As luck would have it, when Zhao Dongchuan looked at them, those public security officers had just finished checking a traveler and also looked up and saw him.

Their eyes met.

Zhao Dongchuan's heart immediately skipped a beat, feeling inexplicably nervous.

Although he hadn't done anything bad, seeing the "uncles" still made him naturally a bit apprehensive!

"Comrade, please show your identification!" The public security officer walked towards Zhao Dongchuan and asked.

Zhao Dongchuan quickly stopped. Geng Weiguo was about to say something, but seeing Zhao Dongchuan already rummaging through his bag, he didn't speak.

"Comrade, this is my identification!" Zhao Dongchuan took out his work permit from his bag and handed it to the public security officer, saying.

The public security officer carefully looked at the work permit, then looked at Zhao Dongchuan and asked, "What are you doing coming from Huangyuan?"

"I'm on family leave, going back to my Hometown to see my elders!"

"You're an educated youth who left the Capital?" The public security officer smiled and said.

"Welcome home!"

Without asking to see a letter of introduction or anything else, Zhao Dongchuan was gestured that he could leave.

Geng Weiguo, who was standing beside him, was not questioned, which made Zhao Dongchuan somewhat puzzled. Did he not look like a local?

Well, he really didn't. In his original life, he was from a rural area of Jiangxi Province, and after coming to this world, he mostly stayed in the Huangyuan area. Although the original owner's memories were integrated with his, it was only like watching a first-person movie; he was still primarily the Zhao Dongchuan of his original life, and it hadn't changed his demeanor or accent.

"A thousand-mile journey ends with a farewell!" Zhao Dongchuan said.

He and Geng Weiguo left the train station and parted ways at a fork in the road.

"I live in Dongcheng District, inside Dongzhimen. If you have some free time, you can come and chat with me!" Geng Weiguo gave Zhao Dongchuan an address.

Zhao Dongchuan just nodded and said, "Okay, Brother Geng, if we have a chance, let's have a drink together!"

Then the two turned and left, each carrying their bags.