Urban: I Got a Space-Time Mailbox and I Can Write to My Past Self

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Lin Xian read the long letter carefully.

"It's really a letter from the future I wrote to me!"

"What are you talking about, the next time I write a letter is the last time... Tell me the truth about everything... Hey! What kind of mysterious things, can you just say it? Ink?"

This is the first time I have received a letter from the future.

Lin Xian is very curious.

Read it again seriously.

The subject of this letter is actually to exhort myself--

Tonight, I will write a very important letter.

This letter must be cautious.

Otherwise, history will be messed up!

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According to Lin Xian's plan, today is just going to buy a car. Will something big happen?

"Be careful. After all, I will be myself in the future. I may cheat myself, but I will never cheat myself."

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After going out for a casual meal, Lin Xian first took a taxi to a shoe store.

When digging in the Shuangquan Temple, the imperial capital, he shoveled his sports shoes and found it out when he returned home.

When he arrived at the shoe store, Lin Xian randomly chose a pair of similar styles.

"That's it."

"Sir, what size do you wear?"

"42's."

After changing the shoes, Lin Xian threw the broken old shoes into the trash can and took another taxi to the Auto City.

There are 21.45 million in his own card.

The paintings and calligraphy at home are worth 100 million.

There is no need to buy a general scooter, just get it right in one step and buy a small sports car.

"For my current value... a car of tens of millions may be a bit luxurious, but a car of several million can still be considered."

Lin Xian asked the driver to park the car at the entrance of the Ferrari showroom.

Every boy has a Ferrari dream, and Lin Xian intends to realize it today!

The gate of the exhibition hall is extremely luxurious.

It is worthy of this brand image.

As soon as Lin Xian walked in, there was a sales person oncoming him.

"Hello sir! Come to see the car? Let me take you with you—"

"Fuck, Wang Hao!"

"Hey, let me go! Lin Xian!"

The two laughed and hugged each other!

"Wang Hao, I didn't even know you were in the East China Sea too! Why don't you say anything when you come back!"

"Hey! The mess is not good, what to say, come in and talk..."

Wang Hao, Lin Xian's high school classmate, is also the monitor of the class.

Lin Xian and the school flower Liu Yiyi sat at the same table for two years, while Wang Hao sat at the front and back tables with Lin Xian for two years.

The two played in tandem for two years, and the feelings are good.

Later, Wang Hao went to college in the northwest and gradually lost contact with him.

I didn't expect to meet here.

"Lin Xian! You are now a big red in the country! You are a brave youth and the honorary curator of the Forbidden City. I'm really embarrassed to look up at you!"

Lin Xian smiled and slapped Wang Hao:

"What bullshit. Are you working here? Just so, give me the lowest discount."

Wang Hao was surprised and looked at Lin Xian:

"I'm going! You really bought a Ferrari! I thought you were going to have a test drive, and I told you to take you around."

"Didn't you just graduate for a year? Where does so much money come from?"

Lin Xian smiled slightly and lied:

"The company has accepted a few big projects, and the commission has just been handed in. It feels hot if it doesn't take longer."

"Okay, you! Let's go, what car model you are looking for, let me tell you about it."

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Wang Hao helped Lin Xian choose a car together and analyzed the pros and cons for him.

In the end, the latest Ferrari 488 was finalized, after installing a series of top-level configurations, the total price was 6.8 million.

"Lin Xian, sit here and wait, I'll apply for the lowest discount for you!"

The old classmates were very friendly when they met. Wang Hao was also very kind. He ran to find a manager and pressed the price to Lin Xian. In the end, he won a discount of 6.2 million!

The 6.2 million Ferrari sports car is just a transitional scooter for Lin Xian, so let’s make it alive.

When making the payment, Lin Xian said to wait for Wang Hao to have a meal together at night.

"You save me so much money. I'll treat you to a meal tonight and reminisce about the past."

But Wang Hao shook his head and refused:

"I should ask you. For your order, I have a commission of more than 5,000! It's boring to make your money. We spent it at night!"

Lin Xian smiled, but did not refuse.

Logically speaking, if you sell a luxury car worth more than RMB 6 million, you can also sell it at RMB 20,000 or 30,000.

But in order to give himself as much discount as possible, Wang Hao put his bike in Chengdu and suppressed it.

This 5,000 yuan is just a monthly performance commission.

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When paying for the invoice, Lin Xian will print out the receipt as soon as Lin Xian enters the password.

Wang Hao sighed:

"Although Lin always has money! When people come to buy a car, they always change several cards when they pay. You are all big people who have swiped this card!"

"I see, for those dozens of people in our high school class, you must be the one who mixes best now!"

Lin Xian listened and shook his head decisively. He thought of himself at the same table:

"The best mixed one should be Liu Yiyi, right? When I was in high school, I was ranked first in the school. After graduation, I will directly send a full scholarship to the University of Chicago."

"I don't know if I have returned to China now, maybe I am mixing in a foreign country. Anyway, people who are high-achieving students will be better than us everywhere..."

Wang Hao looked at Lin Xian's eyes more and more strangely, like a mentally retarded person.

Lin Xian couldn't go on talking and talking.

"Wang Hao, why do you look at me like this?"

Wang Hao swallowed and foamed, his eyes erratic and looked at Lin Xian:

"Lin... Lin Xian... don't you really know?"

"What do I know?"

Lin Xian tilted his head and asked.

"Aren't you kidding me? Don't you really know?"

"You know what you said!"

Lin Xian gave Wang Hao a push: "It's a harp, let go of any farts!"

Wang Hao wanted to speak but stopped...

Finally, he gritted his teeth, sighed, and said:

"Liu Yiyi... she died not long after she went to the United States..."

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