Chapter 1 My Name Is Li Goudan, and I'm Panicking Now

"Goudan, Goudan, is your mother dead?" The angry roar got closer and closer, and Li Zitao felt his body lifted up after following Li Zitao. In between, the back slammed hard against the hard object.

"Ah~" With a painful groan, Li Zitao opened his heavy eyelids.

"Fuck, who the hell are you?" Li Zitao gritted his teeth and scolded, looking at the man in front of him who was as strong as a bear, covered in grease, and even his teeth were shiny.

"FK, you still dare to scold people." The glowing bear with a strong smell of oil rushed over, stretched out his hand to squeeze his forehead, and lifted Li Zitao just like that.

"Damn, do you know where this place is? Don't you fucking know what your surname is? Ah? If you dare to talk back, I will kill you with one shot..."

Seeing that the skinny guy in his hand had begun to roll his eyes, the black bear threw him on the ground and cursed, "Fuck, if it weren't for you, I would kill you."

At this moment, Li Zitao didn't have time to listen to his abuse. When the bear was pinching his head just now, his brain seemed to explode with severe pain, and at the same time, countless unfamiliar memories came into his mind.

"My name is Li Goudan... I am now in the United States, in 1929, the Republic of China, fighting?" Panic, endless panic surrounded Li Zitao.

In 1929, even if Li Zitao was a scumbag when he was in school, he knew that the war broke out in 1939. A German dwarf started a brilliant tyranny that ravaged the world.

What does World War II stand for? Endless wars and deaths, precarious panic, 70 million living lives lost in this war.

"No, no, I want to go back, take me back..." Li Zitao stood up staggeringly, the pain of tearing his back couldn't stop him, and he murmured blankly: "This is It must be a dream, yes, I am dreaming!"

"Pa~" Looking at the hysterical dog Dan, the big dog stared at him in anger, two eyeballs lit up like light bulbs, raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head.

Bang!

Li Goudan, no, now the soul in the body has been replaced by Li Zitao, he fell to the ground as soon as his eyes darkened, and he fell into the darkness.

When he woke up again, Li Zitao had time to look at the surrounding environment. The old iron-clad room was covered with grease everywhere, even the bed board under him was no exception. A board without even a broken straw mat on it can be called a bed.

"This is America, and I'm now a handyman for A.O Smith... That's great, thanks to the son of a bitch Bichi who sent me here!" Li Zitao raised his fist fiercely and slammed it on the bed. 'bang' sound.

"It hurts." Holding his fists, Li Zitao vented the anger in his heart, only to feel empty in his heart, and fell straight on the bed.

How could he care about the messy environment at this time? As a fat man in the 21st century, Li Zitao felt that he was not crazy at this time, and he was already thankful.

The eyes are blacked out, and the feeling of being unaccompanied, please understand.

This kind of feeling can definitely drive a person crazy. Li Zitao didn't ignite his aggressive ambitions, nor did he feel that he would become a legend of a generation. Now he just thinks about how he should live in this son of a bitch.

America in 1929, hehe, "The boss who sent me here, thank you, my melon skin!"

A.O. Smith, Li Zitao only knew that this company produced automobile chassis and developed the world's first frame assembly line, known as a 'mechanical miracle. ’

As for the rest, Li Zitao really doesn't know. He still listened to the Chinese translator in the factory. The other party looked proud, as if he had a lot to do with him.

"By the way, Goldfinger,

There are also golden fingers, not all of which are mentioned in the novel, but anyone who transmigrates and is reborn must have golden fingers. Li Zitao hurriedly sat up, turned over his body, and rubbed a thick layer of black ash on the dirt-stained skin, and he couldn't find even a root hair.

"Hey, what can I do now?" Li Zitao hugged his head in pain, and sat on the bed in such a sluggish manner, his head empty in a daze.

"Dog Dan, you motherfucker hasn't woken up yet, do you want to get out on the street and beg for food?" The swaying tin door was suddenly pulled open, and the black dog came in next to his waist.

"Big dog!" Li Zitao said weakly.

Goudan, Big Gou, Heidan, Gouzu, at this time, China seems to love this kind of name very much. The common people have no knowledge and can't think of a good name.

And the old people said that a cheap name is easy to support, and the children at this time are like dogs. If they survive, they are blessed by God, and don't think about the rest.

Now he already knows the identity of the other party. Wang Dagou is his own countryman. He was assigned to the Smith factory at the same time as him. Don't look at the fierce, in fact, he takes special care of Li Goudan.

If it weren't for his care, Li Goudan would have been raped by those white-skinned ghosts by now.

At this time, there was no order in America at all. That was the patent of the rich, let alone a yellow-skinned worker like Li Goudan.

As for promiscuity, drugs, guns, and violence, they are the mainstream of today's society. If you hear gunshots while walking on the street, you should just lower your head and run quickly.

And be especially careful not to run into the alley, because there will be another gun waiting for you there, staring at your forehead, and exploiting everything valuable on you.

If you meet a gay, you have to donate your own chrysanthemum, mmpd~~

This is what Wang Dagou told him. Because Li Goudan is too weak, he usually falls asleep when he returns to his room after finishing work. He has not left the factory door for three months now.

But that's fine, because according to Wang Dagou's words, 'With your body like tofu scum, don't even think about coming back when you go out. ’

"Okay, get up quickly, don't be clamoring to go home every day. When you get here, you don't want to go back in this life. You should work hard and save some money to marry a foreign woman. We can be considered honorable." Wang Dagou He grinned widely.

The foreign woman he was talking about was not a serious woman. The only people like them could look up to in America were street girls and black slaves.

After the Civil War, a large number of black slaves became the new low-level citizens of the United States. Of course, the word "citizen" is just a fig leaf, and everyone knows what that means.

The liberated black slaves have no one to care about at all. They seem to be free, but their lives are more miserable than before. They have no land, no property, and no means of earning a living. They are still forced to work in plantations.

The only advantage is that the North can now summon a large number of black slaves with cheap wages to earn the green Franklin for the black-hearted capitalists.

Li Zitao remembered reading an article saying that the most fundamental reason for the Civil War was that the big landowners in the south had been eating alone for a long time, and a large number of unpaid laborers had angered the elites in the north. This was the so-called Civil War. As for the rights of black slaves, what the hell is that?

With his head cluttered, he followed Wang Dagou out of the room. Li Zitao looked at the factory that was still brightly lit at night, and blinked a little uncomfortable.

"Hurry up and keep up. Mike has complained several times because of your illness in the past two days. You have to make up for your workload." Wang Dagou said while pressing his shoulder.

Li Zitao was staggered by the heavy force and almost fell to the ground.

"Your body is too weak, you have nothing to do with exercise, or you will die of exhaustion sooner or later." Wang Dagou looked at him with some pity.

"En." Nodding blankly, Li Zitao followed Wang Dagou on the uneven ground and walked step by step towards the workshop.

The soil soaked and blackened by oil stains, the noisy mechanical roar, the constant abusive shouting and the busy workers suddenly broke into the eyes.

"Hey, dog, is your little bitch all right? Has his ass already bloomed by you, hahaha..." Insolent laughter came from the side, and the white man sitting on the machine smoking a cigarette was reckless shouted.

Wang Dagou grinned and walked forward with his head down, not sure if he understood.

"This idiot doesn't understand English at all, Jerry, you always talk so much!"

"Haha, look at this yellow-skinned pig, he just smirks, idiot, idiot..."

The vicious abuse came into his ears, and Li Zitao found that he could understand everything, and shouted in surprise: 'Hold the grass, when did my English become so 6? ’

As for anger, of course there will be, but Li Zitao just clenched his fists weakly, followed Wang Dagou with his head down, and walked towards the depths of the factory.

break out? Go up and fight with each other? Shout out, "Don't bully the poor?"

Hehe, don't be so stupid, if Li Zitao dares to do this, his body will appear in the stinky gutter in the corner of the factory tomorrow morning.

These white-skinned pigs will always be favored and taken care of, and many of them have guns on them, killing a yellow or black slave is like crushing a bedbug now, without causing any waves.

Following Wang Dagou to the end of the factory, he took a sackcloth with holes everywhere, put it on and said, "What are you looking at? Hurry up."

Leng Leng nodded, Li Zitao also took a piece of clothes full of holes and put it on, the pungent sour smell almost stunned him.

At this point, Li Zitao remembered what they were doing in the factory, calling them porters if they were nice, and doing odd jobs if they were ugly. They did all the dirty work.

"Hey, let's work first!" No matter what Li Zitao thinks, the first thing to do is to let himself live here. Only by living can he consider the so-called future.

As long as he thinks of the current social status of the new citizen black slaves, Li Zitao feels a deep panic, and he has a bright future!