Ye Xiangyang traveled through time and entered the Qinman Courtyard in 1960. His adoptive father Ye Fujun passed away, leaving him five yuan and a dilapidated house. Just when he was worried that he couldn't live a good life, the news that the slaughterhouse was recruiting workers shocked the whole alley. Yi Zhonghai led several men in green overalls to the middle courtyard. Mrs. Jia Zhang closed her eyes and her head was filled with the smell of meat. He stared at the portable space in his mind. The progress bar of the Master of Slaughter and the God-level Swordsman was halfway through. Isn't this job just for him?
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When writing period novels, I didn't even understand the common sense at that time. Enemy agents had to be killed, and there was a lot of emphasis on investigation. Also, people involved with the enemy agents were not much better. But in this book, people who are involved with the enemy agents can frame people openly and underhandedly, and can even make whistleblowers kneel to the enemy agents. That's awesome, who is this author?
It feels like it was written by AI
Is it okay for the author to use his brain to write a book?
When writing period novels, I didn't even understand the common sense at that time. Enemy agents had to be killed, and there was a lot of emphasis on investigation. Also, people involved with the enemy agents were not much better. But in this book, people who are involved with the enemy agents can frame people openly and underhandedly, and can even make whistleblowers kneel to the enemy agents. That's awesome, who is this author?
It feels like it was written by AI
Is it okay for the author to use his brain to write a book?