I am a fortress of Xianzong

Chapter 4 I Have a Copier...without Power

"Alas..." After slowly reading the "Chronological Summary" in his hand, Bao Fuxin sighed, "I was also a cultural person in my previous life!"

He sighed inexplicably, he didn't know what happened recently, as the day of entering the sect was getting closer, his mood was very complicated.

A little apprehensive, with a little expectation, with a longing, and a little bit of helplessness, but more of a kind of nostalgia!
For the nostalgia of my previous life, I think of my parents and my own small shop.

I have to say that Bao Fuxin had a good life in his previous life. He owned a photocopying agency opposite a junior high school. The store was his own. The most expensive thing in the store was a Canon copier.

The busiest time of the day is only when the students are on their lunch break and after school, and each stage is only one hour. In the following time, he watches movies, plays games, reads books, and practices calligraphy, in front of a happy and promising otaku.

The only sigh is that junior high school students are getting more and more out of touch. This junior high school was also his alma mater. He was honest and polite when he went to school.

When I came to the photocopying office with my classmates, when I walked in, I looked at the middle-aged boss with a little awe, and then everyone would say: "Hello, uncle, we want to copy!"

Bao Fuxin was even more polite. He knelt down and shouted nervously, "Dad..."

"..." Only then did the students know that the owner of the store was Bao Fuxin's father.

Inheriting his father's business, Bao Fuxin was determined to inherit the copying company since he was a child, and he also studied computer graphics and other related majors in university.

After graduating from university, he took over the key of the shop house from his father, and then his father said to him: "You have to be careful, in order to give you a little pressure, you have to pay me 8000 yuan in rent every month."

Bao Fuxin was also a little dumbfounded at the time. He thought that his belongings were free, but he didn't expect to have to pay rent?

"Dad, isn't this our own store? Why should I pay you rent?" Bao Fuxin wanted to fight for it.

"Of course you are saving money to marry you! You boy, if you don't tie a rope to you, can you save money?" Father said confidently.

The father, who is less than 50 years old, started his retirement life in this way, and traveled with his mother from time to time, and when he came back, he was more likely to choose a blind date for him.

Bao Fuxin is also very attentive. Naturally, the photocopying agency does not only provide copying services. Since his father's time, he has also dealt in stationery, gifts, packaging and so on.

Opening on the opposite side of the school is bound to make money. Can you not give a gift to your classmates for a birthday?

Cool multifunctional stationery, other students have it, how can you not desire it?

Parents never want their children to lose at the starting line. What others have, their own children must have.

Every year, new students enter the school, and old students leave every year. It is impossible to tell how their academic performance is, but it is certainly possible to see who is rich.

With the passage of time, the students' pursuit, language, and communication methods are constantly changing.

Bao Fuxin needs to understand their needs, use this as the standard for shipments, and then optimize it. This is also a science.

And with more time, Bao Fuxin can do what he likes, and even say, after he is busy at noon every day, he can lock the door and take a nap.

What's even more exaggerated is that he can take his own vacations according to the students' vacations, not to mention the weekends every week, and there are even winter vacations and summer vacations.

In his previous life, Bao Fuxin didn't have any ambitions to become rich and powerful. Everything he had was enough.

Reading and calligraphy are his hobbies, and even after learning computer graphics, he has some interest in painting.

What a day it is!

The result is his work attitude. Two years later, he bought the first car in his life, and it was all his own money.

It's a pity that after a nap, he wakes up again and arrives here, still in the time-traveling adaptation period spent in his mother's womb.

……

Bao Fuxin put down the book, leaned back, his small body completely sank into the wooden armchair, and closed his eyes.

【Enter! 】

After silently reading two words, and then opening his eyes again, he has entered a strange space.

He likes to read. After coming to this world, he has been looking for golden fingers since he was born, and finally he was tempted out by him. As long as he enters silently, his consciousness will enter this space.

This is the world of Xianxia. He guessed that this space should be his sea of ​​consciousness, and what he entered was his own consciousness. There is no evidence, only speculation, unless he can prove it if he succeeds in cultivation in the future.

It's not dark here, he can 'see' everything around him, the space is not big, and there are some things around him that are hard to figure out, he can't go far at all, he can only circle around in place, the place doesn't seem to be big, what's around him blocked.

In the limited space, there is a copy machine in the center.

That's right, it's the copier from his copy agency, Canon iR-ADV C356Ⅱ!
Only the host, he did not buy other accessories, although the salesman tried his best to promote it.

The times are indeed constantly improving, and a copier is trying its best to reflect its intelligence, but Bao Fuxin is very disdainful.

"Smart? Let me call, will it dare to agree?" Bao Fuxin asked the salesman at that time.

Afterwards, things became easier, the salesperson stopped recommending it, and Bao Fuxin's ears were clean.

Although the maximum print size of this copier is only A4, it cannot restore a roll of paper, but it saves paper!

A roll uses A4 paper, both front and back sides, and printing costs double the price, but only one piece of paper is used. Bao Fuxin praised himself and then bought it.

And when I came here through time travel, I came here together with it, and there were no other cheats at that time, so this copier became all Bao Fuxin's hope.

The spiritual roots are not high, and the journey to immortality is slim. How can I live without golden fingers?
When he first found out, Bao Fuxin was extremely excited, and his excitement was beyond words, but he was disappointed afterwards.

This copier made no sound at all, and the control panel was completely dark. No matter how Bao Fuxin operated it, it remained silent.

In the end, Bao Fuxin slapped himself on the head. He knew the reason, it was out of battery!
An electronic product appeared in his own sea of ​​consciousness, and the power it needed could not be provided at all.

Bao Fuxin was helpless, in desperation, on a thunderstorm night, he rushed out of his room, opened his arms in the heavy rain, "Come and chop me!"

As a result, he was drenched by the heavy rain, and he was only four years old at that time!

Not to mention his height, he didn't even hold a metal object in his hand, and he didn't stand on a high place, how could he attract thunder?
(End of this chapter)