Chapter Six Begins

  "There are a few questions that need to be asked." In the quiet of midnight, Yang Feng sat in his car and softly asked his electric vehicle.

  The beautiful woman's portrait on the dashboard stared at him expressionlessly.

  "First of all, after we go back, can we guarantee that we can cross over into this time and space again?"

  "Time-space lock can be selected."

  "If it's locked, can't it be changed?"

  "It can be done, but it's not recommended. Parallel space traversal is highly risky because there's no guarantee where you'll end up, and directly traversing into a rock isn't impossible either."

  "That's it, let's just get through this place first." Yang Feng jumped in fright and couldn't help but feel a wave of fear afterwards. It seemed that his luck wasn't bad after all. If he had crossed over to this place at that time and wasn't in that small alley, but instead got stuck on the wall, it would have been troublesome.

  "Also, can we choose the location where we cross over?" This is very important, in case we suddenly appear in a crowded place, I'm afraid it will scare many people to death.

  "Location memory, traversing a location and then returning to that location, similarly, returning to a location is the next traversal location."

  "If we go back now, will we return to the date when we came?"

  "Not necessarily. If the time in both spaces is synchronized, then if we stay here for a few days and go back, it will also be after a few days. Of course, it's not ruled out that the time in both places is not synchronized, which is a very common situation."

  This issue is not a big deal, as long as it's not one day here and one year there, I reckon I shouldn't be that unlucky.

  "Alright, one more question, how much stuff can you bring through?" This was Yang Feng's biggest concern, his future plan to get rich depended on this. Pulling a three-wheeled cart of goods was far inferior to pulling a truckload.

  "According to your unit of weight, it can carry about one million tons at most!" The beautiful woman said calmly.

  "How much? How much?" Yang Feng's lips were trembling.

  "One hundred thousand tons." The beauty repeated.

  "That is to say, even if I get an aircraft carrier, you can still pull it?" Yang Feng said in a trembling voice.

  "In theory, yes."

  Yang Feng's mind immediately cooled down. In theory, yes, but the problem is that this small tricycle definitely can't hold an aircraft carrier.

  "Does it have to go in here?" He pointed gingerly at the trunk.

  "Yes!"

  "Are you kidding me? If we fill this whole thing up with gold, how many tons will it hold?" Yang Feng shouted immediately.

  No sooner had he finished speaking than the tricycle suddenly began to inflate slowly, just like a balloon being blown up.

  Yang Feng was stunned, staring blankly at the scene until the three-wheeled vehicle's rear end hit the wall five meters away.

  "Do you still need to continue?" The beauty asked calmly.

  "It's unnecessary, you'd better retreat!" Yang Feng swallowed his saliva and said with a dry mouth.

  The tricycle returned to its original state.

  "Can it only get bigger or smaller?" Yang Feng asked expectantly.

  "The shape can change at will." The beauty's answer was in line with his expectations.

  "Can change planes?"

  "Yes."

  And can fly?

  "Yes."

  "Can change cars?"

  "Yes."

  "Then change into a QQ and take a look." Yang Feng's idea left people speechless.

  The tricycle melted like hot chocolate and then was remolded, after more than ten seconds, Yang Feng was already sitting in a silver QQ.

  "Whoa! Perfect! Too perfect!" Yang Feng excitedly yelled while slapping the steering wheel.

  "Uncle, are you outside?" A little girl's voice came from a nearby room.

  Yang Feng was so frightened that he hastily changed back into a tricycle.

  "Ah, it's me, I couldn't sleep, so I came out to gaze at the stars!" This was said with great shamelessness, as the sky above was pitch black and a snowflake had just landed on my nose.

  It snowed heavily, and by the second morning, the door was already sealed with heavy snow. Yang Feng suffered a severe blow as all four turtles he bought were frozen to death. The big business of the turtle seller can be said to have gotten off to an unlucky start.

  "Now it's winter, this thing is still hibernating, and it was dug out from a cave. Not only is it thin, but it can't even be kept." Yang Wenbin said with a smile.

  Yang Feng now has a strong urge to find that kid and give him a good beating.

  Heavy snow sealed the door, and with confidence in the future, he was too lazy to go out and earn that little money. Moreover, at this time, Beiping was all dirt roads everywhere, and once it snowed, the ground was muddy and slippery, and he lost interest in going out for a stroll.

  In the next few days, apart from sending Yang Jing and her brother to and from school, most of the remaining time was spent at home. Of course, the real reason was that he was afraid of being blocked by those Northeastern troops if he went out these days.

  These days, the Songhua River has spread throughout Beiping City, and the Northeast Army and those refugees have been inquiring about the original singer's news everywhere, but unfortunately, he is as mysterious as a legend.

  It wasn't until Sunday that the tricycle finally completed its energy replenishment. After saying goodbye to Yang Wenbin and his family, Yang Feng rode the tricycle out of town, found a desolate wilderness with no signs of human activity, then suddenly twisted the handlebars all the way down, instantly shooting back to their original time and space.

  He took out his mobile phone and checked online, surprisingly, the time on both sides was synchronized. He had been there for seven days, and here it had also passed seven days.

  "Monkey, come out, something's up!" Yang Feng immediately made a phone call and called out a classmate. The two of them found a big stall to sit down at.

  "Fifty boxes of sulfanilamide? What are you going to use so much for?" This kid is a local, his old man runs a pharmacy.

  "What's it to you? I'm paying, aren't I? Even if I take it back to feed the pigs, what business is it of yours?" Yang Feng said bluntly while drinking his beer.

  "My goodness, I'm Tamah who cares about you! Look at how hard it is for you to earn some money!" The monkey said with a flip of his eye.

  "Get lost and listen, it's like I'm having a base with you, prepare well today and I'll pull tomorrow." The guy was eating lamb skewers while calling another classmate, Qian Zhuang.

  "Hey, come check this out for me, can you get it ready for me by tomorrow?" Yang Feng said while eating and handed him a greasy piece of paper.

  "Fountain pen? What do you want so many fountain pens for? Who still uses fountain pens nowadays? Pencil case, it has to be metal, and the pattern on it must conform to a girl's aesthetics. Watch? It has to be mechanical too! My family sells school supplies, where can I get that for you? Can't you just buy it online yourself? Unisex pen is fine, but what do you want with stickers for kids? And also hardcover notebook, all with cartoon characters on them." Qian Zhuang was almost driven crazy by Yang Feng.

  "So much nonsense, what's the point? I rarely get to make a big deal, can't you guys give me some more?" Yang Feng said impatiently.

  "What did you do to him?" Qian Zhuang asked the monkey, turning his head.

  "Sulfanilamide, enough for a two-year supply at our family drugstore." the monkey said with schadenfreude.

  "Alas, without money, I can only make small moves." Yang Feng sighed, he had only 30,000 yuan in capital, and could only play with that.