All realms have enabled me to achieve the Great Dao.

"Boss, I heard you're getting promoted to deputy manager," Zhang Qingsong said while eating some barbecue skewers.

"It's probably going to fall through. After all, you all know my personality. I'm not good at flattery, and I'm not very good at interpersonal relationships. I can't compare to Baldy. This time, he'll most likely be the deputy manager." Zhou Yongcheng picked up his glass and took a sip of beer, feeling a little unwilling.

Zhou Yongcheng, 28 years old, is a foreman at a textile dyeing factory. He is about 1.75 meters tall, a bit thin, and weighs only about 60 kilograms. His appearance is okay, but rather ordinary; he is just one of the many ordinary people.

He went out to work before graduating from university and has been working in a dyeing factory for almost eight years. He is still just a small team leader and has not been able to be promoted to the position of supervisor.

After get off work today, he invited his trusted lieutenant to have barbecue and drinks together to strengthen their relationship.

“We don’t really like Baldy. He loves to brag and flatter. He’s extremely obsequious to his superiors but very harsh and stingy to his subordinates. We still hope that the boss will become the supervisor. If he becomes the supervisor and starts managing us, then our good days are over,” another young man said.

"It depends on how the higher-ups arrange it. If Supervisor Huang is in charge of us, then Baldy will be in charge of the other shifts. It's hard to say for sure," Zhou Yongcheng said.

“If Baldy comes to manage us, I might have to run away. I find Baldy disgusting and don’t want to work with him,” Zhang Qingsong said.

"Old Zhang, don't be impulsive. You still have two years of car loan payments to make," another young man advised.

"It's not decided yet, we'll see when the time comes. Come on, let's have a drink," Zhang Yongcheng said with a smile.

After eating and drinking their fill, everyone went back to their respective homes.

Zhang Qingsong and the others lived in the factory, while Zhou Yongcheng lived outside. The factory dormitory had six people per room, which was too noisy, so Zhou Yongcheng didn't like it and always rented a place to live outside.

Walking on the street, looking at his shadow under the streetlights, he felt exhausted. He had worked for so many years and thought that as long as he worked hard, he could climb up the ladder. Now it seemed that he had been thinking too much. Whether in a factory, a company, or a government agency, it was really too difficult to get ahead without connections.

Zhou Yongcheng sighed. He'll just have to take it one step at a time. If he really can't keep going, he can always go back to his hometown and farm. Working for others is just too tiring.

As he walked forward, Zhou Yongcheng vaguely saw a seven-colored lotus flower appear before him, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Yongcheng rubbed his eyes; it seemed he had drunk a bit too much and was even hallucinating.

Back in his rented room, Zhou Yongcheng turned on the air conditioner, took a shower, put on his summer pajamas, and lay on the bed playing on his phone.

He was scrolling through videos when suddenly the scene changed, and he found himself in a strange space.

At this moment, he was in the same position as he was on the bed, holding his phone in his hand. He only felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and found himself in a strange space.

Zhou Yongcheng sat in the mysterious space, looking at the darkness around him, and was still very scared. Anyone would be scared to suddenly find themselves in an unfamiliar place.

At this moment, he dared not move, dared not use the light from his phone to illuminate his surroundings, and dared not make a sound.

Just then, a point of light appeared in front of him. The point of light was bright, but the light was not dazzling.

Zhou Yongcheng looked around. Apart from his phone still being lit, there was only a small light source in front of him in this strange space, and he didn't know what the light source was.

"You...you...hello." His voice trembled slightly.

Zhou Yongcheng greeted Guan Guangyuan in a low voice.

He waited for a while but received no response.

So he reached out to touch it, and it seemed as if his hand touched a light source. Suddenly he disappeared into some unknown space and appeared in an alley.

It's daytime here, and there are people talking around.

"They're collecting recyclables."

It's a woman's voice.

"They sell junk."

It was a man's voice.

Zhou Yongcheng sat on the ground, looking around the alley. He was completely bewildered. He was clearly in his rented room, but inexplicably he had appeared in a dark and mysterious space.

Now he found himself in some strange place. Had he gotten too drunk and fallen asleep as soon as he got back to his rented room? But that couldn't be; he was perfectly sober.

Zhou Yongcheng looked at his phone; it had no signal. Was this really a dream?

Just then, a person on a bicycle stopped in front of him.

"Comrade, why are you sitting on the ground?"

That accent is from Beijing, but his clothes and appearance are somewhat similar to those of people from the 1970s and 80s on TV. Could it be that I'm dreaming of going back to the 1970s and 80s?

"It's okay, I'm just tired from walking. I'll sit down and rest for a bit."

Zhou Yongcheng quickly stood up and looked at the person in front of him.

The man standing in front of him was in his forties, somewhat weathered, and clearly had a story to tell.

Zhou Yongcheng was sizing up others, and others were sizing him up too.

The middle-aged man sized up Zhou Yongcheng, noticing his fair skin and the clothes he wore that he had never seen before. Judging from the fabric, it was not something an ordinary family could afford. In his mind, Zhou Yongcheng had become a very important person.

"Brother, what brand is your bicycle?"

Zhou Yongcheng immediately touched the bicycle, and that touch revealed a problem. It was so real; was he dreaming? It was real.

"Phoenix brand," the middle-aged man replied proudly.

Zhou Yongcheng chatted with the middle-aged man for a few minutes, but the man had to leave on his bicycle because he had other business to attend to.

Watching the middle-aged man ride away on his bicycle, Zhou Yongcheng pinched himself hard. It hurt, it hurt a lot. Was he dreaming? Had he traveled back in time? How was he going to get back?

Just as I was thinking of going back, he appeared on my bed in the rented room.

Zhou Yongcheng was overjoyed. He was able to travel between worlds, a plot only found in novels. Now he actually possessed the ability to travel between worlds, but he needed to figure out the mechanism behind it first.

Zhou Yongcheng quickly understood what was going on; that mysterious space was a transit station for time travel.

He only needs to enter the mysterious space with his mind, or have his body enter the mysterious space.

The light source in the mysterious space is the medium for time travel. Through that light source, he can freely enter and exit the world he believes to be from the 1970s or 1980s.

Besides the mysterious space, he also sensed a storage space. The storage space wasn't large; he roughly estimated it to be about one cubic meter.

It was already late at night in the real world, but Zhou Yongcheng was not sleepy at all. He changed his clothes, checked the time on his phone, put the phone on the table, put on a watch, and then disappeared from the real world with some things.

As soon as he appeared in the alley, he heard a man and a woman talking.

I walked in the direction the sound came from and saw a man and a woman arguing.

Zhou Yongcheng leaned against the wall and listened to their conversation. As he listened, he sensed something was wrong; their dialogue sounded somewhat familiar to him.

From their conversation, Zhou Yongcheng learned that the man's name was Han Chunming and the woman's name was Su Meng.

These two are the male and female protagonists from the TV series "Under the Zhengyang Gate," aren't they? The world he transmigrated into is actually a TV drama world, which he finds a bit unbelievable.

The idea that movies and TV shows are actually based on the real world made Zhou Yongcheng feel crazy.

But if I can travel through the world, why can't movies and TV shows be the real world?

Ignoring everything else, he watched Han Chunming and Su Meng argue, and soon Su Meng stormed off in a huff.