Back in the 80S, Am I a Father, a Son, or a Noble Person?

In modern times, Ma Biao, a second-rate university graduate, got lucky after putting on his yellow robe on a dark and windy night. It was the luck of a big freight truck. When Ma Biao opened his eyes, he found that he was in the 1980s, and a paradox arose as to whether he was his father's nobleman or his son. Brother Biaozi said it didn't matter, now he was an overseas Chinese returning to the country to find relatives. I'd better help my unborn self. It's just a bit awkward for me to call myself uncle from now on. How about calling me brother? Yeah, I think it works.