The wind in Xianyang City was as cold as the late Warring States Period, and it hurt Lin Chen's face.
He lowered his head and looked at the Qin official short brown made of coarse linen, with a bronze seal engraved with the word "chen" hanging on his waist, and his head was still buzzing.
Ten minutes ago, he was explaining ancient economic policy reforms to a PPT in the 21st Century University of Finance and Economics class. The next second his eyes darkened, and when he opened his eyes again, he became Lin Chen, a small official in charge of warehouse management in the Qin Dynasty, which had just unified the world in the 26th year of Qin Shi Huang.
Is it really okay?