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Zhao Dongchuan, wearing glasses, didn't feel any change, just like wearing ordinary glasses, and he felt a little apprehensive.

He slowly walked around the corner, turned back, and came to the dormitory gatehouse. Just as he was about to enter, the old man at the gatehouse called out to him.

"Young man, who are you looking for? Come over and register, please," the old man said, looking at him with an unfamiliar expression.

"Grandpa, I'm looking for Zhao Dongchuan. I'm his friend. Is he here?" Zhao Dongchuan asked.

"Oh, you're looking for Little Zhao? What a coincidence, he just went out. You can come back next time," the old man said. Zhao Dongchuan suppressed his excitement and deliberately walked back and forth a few times in front of the old gatehouse guard, making the old man look at him strangely.

"Uh, I see. Then I'll go back first and come again next time," Zhao Dongchuan said, pretending to be disappointed as he left.

Back at that corner, Zhao Dongchuan was very excited.

Holy cow, this is amazing!!!

This is simply too magical. As expected from the system, it's just too unreasonable.

At this moment, Zhao Dongchuan was as inexplicably excited as a child who had received a new toy.

Zhao Dongchuan took off his glasses, put them back in his pocket, and walked back to the dormitory.

Upon reaching the dormitory gatehouse, the old man called out to him: "Little Zhao, a friend of yours came to look for you just now, but you weren't here, so he left."

"Alright, I understand. Thank you!"

Zhao Dongchuan returned to the dormitory, closed the door, and couldn't help but burst into laughter. This feeling was so interesting, just like a prop from Doraemon's magic pocket, truly magical.

Based on the function of these glasses and the space in the storage ring, he thought of a very safe way to make money.

That was long-distance trafficking. He could use the space to go to Pengcheng or Shanghai, get some goods, and with the space, he could ignore various inspections.

Thinking of this, Zhao Dongchuan could no longer contain his excitement. This was truly killing two birds with one stone: he would make money and complete the system's task.

Feeling great!!!

Soon, Zhao Dongchuan began to act. First, all the large, space-consuming items were taken out and placed in the dormitory, making room for the goods.

After tidying up, Zhao Dongchuan left the dormitory building, rode his bicycle, and headed towards Teacher Jia Bing's house in Nanguan.

When he arrived at Jia Bing's house and entered the courtyard, the big black dog, "Baron," no longer barked at him. Instead, it ran to his side and rubbed against Zhao Dongchuan's pant leg. At this point, Zhao Dongchuan was considered a "familiar face" in its eyes.

"Teacher Jia?" Zhao Dongchuan called out.

"Oh, it's Little Zhao! Please come in, please come in!" At this moment, Teacher Jia's wife, Shufen, came out, hearing the voice.

"Old Jia went to attend a literary symposium in the provincial capital. He'll probably be back in a few days. What did you need him for?" Jia Bing's wife asked.

"It's like this. I want to go out to gather material and seek creative inspiration. I might not be back for ten days to half a month, so I came to say hello to Teacher Jia," Zhao Dongchuan said.

"Is that so? No problem, you go ahead. When Old Jia comes back, I'll tell him. Be careful when you're out and about," Jia Bing's wife admonished.

"Alright, thank you, Sister-in-law. I'll be going now," Zhao Dongchuan said, declining Jia Bing's wife's kind offer of a meal and taking his leave.

Afterward, Zhao Dongchuan went to his workplace again and obtained a letter of introduction.

Then Zhao Dongchuan went directly to the train station ticket office and began to queue for tickets. He waited for about half an hour before it was his turn.

"Hello, Comrade, I'd like to buy a train ticket to Pengcheng for today. Do you have any?" Zhao Dongchuan said, handing over his work ID. (Pengcheng already had a Luohu train station before the founding of the PRC because it was adjacent to Hong Kong...)

The ticket seller looked at Zhao Dongchuan a few times through the glass counter, comparing him to the photo on his work ID.

"Do you have a letter of introduction?" the ticket seller asked.

"Yes!" Zhao Dongchuan took out the letter of introduction.

"Give me your work ID too!" the ticket seller glanced at Zhao Dongchuan indifferently.

Zhao Dongchuan nodded, took his work ID from his pocket, and handed it to the ticket seller.

"Comrade, please take another look, is it okay?"

The ticket seller looked at the work ID, then at the letter of introduction, and compared them again.

Then he started counting through the wooden board full of tickets, searching.

"Do you want a hard seat or a hard sleeper? The hard seats for today are sold out, but there are still hard sleepers, though they are more expensive," the ticket seller said with a smile.

"I can buy a hard sleeper?" Zhao Dongchuan asked, surprised. (At this time, only cadres could buy sleeper tickets.)

"Your unit's credentials allow you to buy a sleeper ticket. It's 20 yuan!" the ticket seller said with a slight smile.

Zhao Dongchuan, on the one hand, marveled at the power of money, and on the other hand, he also felt emotional about the train ticket.

In a time when many people were so poor they couldn't even eat their fill, spending twenty yuan on a train ticket was indeed very luxurious.

"I'll take one, thank you!" Zhao Dongchuan bought it directly. As long as he could get the goods, this small amount of money was just a drop in the bucket.

So the ticket seller took out a pre-printed ticket from a box, stamped the train number and date, and hand-wrote the berth information. A sleeper ticket was freshly issued.

It was Zhao Dongchuan's first time buying a train ticket in this world. At this time, train tickets were still sold in a very primitive way, which made him feel a sense of novelty.

He checked the train's arrival time, which was 8 PM. There were still a few hours until the train arrived, and thinking he had nothing else to do, he decided to go back to the dormitory, eat, and then return.

So Zhao Dongchuan returned to the dormitory, cooked a meal, took a shower, and did a few more practice problems. Seeing that it was almost time, he shouldered the package he used to throw off suspicion and headed to the train station.

At the train station, he entered the waiting room. Although it was evening, the station was still quite crowded. Most people were visiting relatives in other places, carrying large and small bags. There were also some people dressed like cadres and well-dressed young people, whom Zhao Dongchuan estimated were on official business or traveling.

Zhao Dongchuan found an empty corner seat and sat down, waiting for the train.

Soon, the train's scheduled time arrived, but the crowd didn't react, and Zhao Dongchuan didn't hear any announcements. It seemed the train was delayed.

The train was delayed for about an hour, finally arriving after 9 PM.

Then the crowd surged forward, pushing and shoving towards the ticket gate in a chaotic rush.

After a "beach landing" of people pressed against each other, feet bumping, the waiting room gradually quieted down.

Zhao Dongchuan, of course, did not participate in this great battle. He just followed the crowd to the platform.

Compared to the crowded hard-seat carriages, the sleeper carriage where Zhao Dongchuan was located seemed much quieter, with only a few people dressed like cadres, each boarding the train in groups.

Zhao Dongchuan walked slowly. Pengcheng was the final destination, and they were not going all the way.

He followed the carriage and berth number on his ticket and arrived at his bunk. At this time, the lower bunks on both sides were already occupied. People were lying on their beds, resting with their eyes closed. One slightly overweight man had taken off his shoes and rested his feet on the outside, and a faint smell could be detected.

Being out and about, Zhao Dongchuan wasn't particular. After putting away his bag, he also took off his shoes and climbed the ladder to the upper bunk.

Perhaps hearing the movement, the man in the lower bunk opened his eyes, smiled at him, and then continued to rest.

It was already almost 10 PM. Most people were resting, and the carriage was relatively quiet, with only a few people conversing in low voices.

This train journey to Pengcheng would take almost 3 days. At this time, the green-skinned trains were slow; arriving home in one day was considered a short distance.

Zhao Dongchuan lay on his bunk, not taking off his clothes, and slept fully dressed with his eyes closed and arms crossed.