Nonexistence and the Existence of Time

"Sure enough, humans are at their best when it comes to memorization in senior year of high school—at least in the Great Yue Dynasty..." Lin Fan sat in a reception room, barely managing to interfere with and control his past self. "I never expected that I'd actually forgotten this part of my life."

Two months earlier, Lin Fan had been hospitalized for two weeks due to a workplace injury. Because of that injury, he had no money left to pay his rent.

The reason a clerk like Lin Fan had suffered a workplace injury was mainly because of that damned miserly boss. The boss had somehow acquired a batch of ornamental plants, but in order to save money, he had not hired movers. Instead, he had treated employees like Lin Fan as free labor and made them carry those unbearably heavy things.

Lin Fan had been hit in the foot by a falling potted plant while moving one. Even now, the workplace injury compensation had yet to be processed, while a sizable portion of Lin Fan's wages had been deducted instead, supposedly because he had deliberately damaged company property—the shattered potted plant.

Lin Fan knew that his boss simply wanted to dodge the compensation. As someone from the countryside, it had not been easy for him to find work in this city, and he had no one to rely on. Even if he sued his boss, he would only lose his job, and there was no guarantee he could get compensation from a boss with such extensive connections. His boss had seized on this weakness and kept Lin Fan firmly under his thumb.

Today, Lin Fan had planned to talk to his boss, hoping that the miser would return his wages. Otherwise, he would not be able to pay his