Just like this cigarette butt, if it were strong enough, powerful enough, perhaps even sentient, it wouldn't be thrown out by itself.
Zhang Feng uses other things to reflect on himself, able to clearly see his own issues fundamentally.
Woo Woo~
At this moment, the train makes a sound.
Zhang Feng turns his head to look; it's an old-style green train.
It's now 1994.
Gurgle—
That's the sound of his stomach; the hunger level has gone off the scale.
Without thinking, Zhang Feng takes out the 'Energy Cookies' from his pocket and finishes them in a few bites.
"Hey!"
At this moment, with a loud voice, a man dressed like a boss comes out holding a big cell phone,
"I can't hear you!" the boss yells with his back to Zhang Feng.
'It's just as well he can't hear.' Zhang Feng glances at his back, knowing that in the 1G era, the base station range is generally about ten kilometers and is easily affected by the terrain.