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At night, in the messy boiler factory, young Lin Ping wiped away the sweat on his forehead, pulled away the work clothes that stuck to his chest, and then lowered his head and started picking out the recyclable crystals left in the residue. Recalling that ten years have passed since time travel, in this only remaining city after the apocalypse, he has not prospered like the protagonists in those literary works. The past life was ordinary, and this life remains the same. But the good news is that, regardless of the quality of life, he now has his own family and a lovely daughter. Unfortunately, he may never have the chance to express his gratitude to his parents in his previous life. Just as he was working hard, another emergency notification came from above the factory. No need to guess, Lin Ping also knew that the upper floors of the tower must have cut off the energy supply to the outer layer again. I don't know what has happened in the past two years. The four outer areas have been cut off from energy supply from time to time. This situation has become more and more frequent in recent months. This has caused widespread layoffs in almost all nearby factories, but this has not happened at his current factory. But we have to worry that if this situation continues, it will be hard for them to say anything. Sure enough, just when they were about to go home after get off work, a dozen people, including him, were detained by the factory director. Needless to say, what happened next is that he lost his job just like the laid-off workers in his previous life. But what Lin Ping didn't know was. Destiny has begun.

The author of this book is purely fictitious. Please do not take it seriously or imitate it.

"Ding~ The host drank a glass of water, acceleration package +1!" "Ding~ The host made a cute show, acceleration package +1!" "Ding~ The host read a yellow book, acceleration package +1!"... Li Hong raised his head, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and said leisurely: "Everyone here is rubbish!" "Ding~ The host is showing off, acceleration package +10086!"

This is a story about a son who performed so well that I suspected that he was a time traveler. The style is humorous and can be regarded as daily writing. You are welcome to read it.