It's Chinese New Year, so We're Ready to Travel Through Time

Before the smoke from the New Year's Eve dinner had cleared, Shen Mo was forced to the balcony by his relatives' concerns about 'when to buy a house' and 'when to get married'. The cold wind was biting, and he made a wish to the night sky: Can he spend the New Year somewhere else? The moment the fireworks exploded, his vision went dark. When he opened his eyes again, he was on the streets of Peiping in the 23rd year of the Republic of China. The crowd in long mandarin jackets stared at his down jacket like a monster. Before he could figure out the situation, a black classic car suddenly braked in front of him, rolled down the window, and pointed a black gun at him: "Xu, hand over your things!" Shen Mo's mind roared: The death gambit of time-travel delivery? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.