23 years, if you live, you will pass by in a flash.

For 23 years, if you remain still, you will be like eternal.

"90214, this is your personal belonging before you go to prison." The young prison guard in a tight black dress pushed a bag of things over, then pointed to a screen on the wall behind him and said, "After confirmation, please brush your eye marks there."

Judging from the sound, the prison guard should be a man, but he is slender and graceful, with delicate eyebrows and light makeup on his face, but he looks like a woman.

The prisoner in front of him is neither fat nor thin. From his facial features, he should be a more energetic person. However, due to his age and being wasted, his expression and pupils are full of cowardice and confusion, and deeper there is fear.

He pointed to the smooth screen on the wall in surprise: "Eye patterns?"

"It's the iris, you registered before." The prison guard was very friendly and said with a gesture, "You stick your eyes on and scan it. Just hear the BI sound. Don't worry, it will not cause any damage to your eyes. Now this technology has been popularized and you can use it after you are released from prison."

"I... would better press my handprints, and I can sign it." The prisoner ignored the magical device and just looked down at his own belongings.

That's all from more than twenty years ago.

Italian suits worth nearly 300,000 yuan, Swiss diamond-inlaid watches, spy-grade mobile phones with unique satellite channels, and the latest wallets at that time, private banking-grade bank cards, and enterprise-grade check sheets.

The prison guard shook his head helplessly: "90214, it is very convenient to brush the eye marks. If you follow the original document process, I will first print a document, and then you sign and I will sign it. My superior signs and finally stamps it for approval. I am afraid it will take more than an hour to wait."

"It's okay." The prisoner nodded, "I'll go out as I come in."

"It's done." The prison guard was helpless. He raised his hand and said something to the watch, then smiled and looked at Cheng Quan, "My colleague soon sent the documents."

"What is that?" the prisoner asked, pointing at the beautiful silver watch.

"Communication watches are equivalent to your original...mobile phones." The prison guard said in surprise, "Can you read news and newspapers? This thing has been popular for many years."

“I thought…it was just a concept product…”

"Many concepts have come true, 90214." The prison guard smiled kindly and waved his hand. "You can also buy one after you go out. There are many styles to choose from, or you can buy traditional watches, and then go to the manufacturer to modify it and add communication functions."

The prisoner stared at the watch for a long time: "There is no screen?"

"Haha, I'm playing with another set of equipment on the screen." The prison guard waved his hand. "There are clear rules, I dare not bring them in."

"Okay." The prisoner nodded, at least the screen is still there, and the world has not become that exaggerated.

The rest of the time, the prison guard briefly introduced him to the situation outside.

In this era, men and women pay equal attention to beauty, and even have it. Many women don’t put on makeup and have devoted themselves to their careers. The tradition has been almost overturned, and the belief in "freedom and equality" has been completely promoted. This is why prison guards treat prisoners so well because everyone is equal.

As for food, clothing, housing and transportation, the changes are actually limited. Even if the car only needs to burn a little oil, if you want to run far and fast, you still have to cook oil; even if the food is mostly the result of genetically modified, it is still rice and white flour; even if you are equal and free, if you want to buy a house completely, the price is still terrifyingly high.

The prisoner was a little excited and scared when he heard this. He wanted to ask more things, but he didn't dare to ask.

Soon, another warning sent the document. The prison guard was very old and probably was about to retire. He did not wear makeup. He still looked like a few decades ago.

"Thank you, Lao Zhang." The young prison guard pushed the documents and pens to the point of completion. "Now, only Lao Zhang can find the pens in the entire prison."

The prison guard named Lao Zhang did not laugh, but instead came to the young prison guard's ear and whispered: "Criminals 20 years ago, be careful not to be so enthusiastic."

"Hey!" said the young prison guard disdainfully, "Old Zhang, what era is it? Are you not afraid of the defendant discriminating against prisoners?"

"The prisoner is the prisoner." Old Zhang snorted, glared at the prisoner, and left by himself with the signed document.

After he left, the young prison guard smiled at the prisoner and said, "Sorry, the old prison guard is retired today, and he is the same thing as he did decades ago."

"It's okay, I'm more kind to that one." The prisoner was scolded by the old prison guard, but he felt much more comfortable. "He was right. The prisoner was a prisoner. Since he made a mistake, he had a reason to be punished."

"You can't say that." The young prison guard shook his head, "This is unequal. Everyone will make mistakes, but the prisoners are deeper. 90214. After you go out, you must put away the old comrades' tricks. In today's society, you may inexplicably be accused of all kinds of class discrimination, identity discrimination or racial discrimination, and there will be a lot of fines."

"Haha." The prisoner waved his hand, "Only they discriminated against me."

"No." The prison guard nodded seriously, "This society is beautiful, and everyone has good intentions."

"I hope."

An hour later, the prisoner changed his clothes and finished the entire process. He carried his briefcase from 20 years ago and under the packaging of those old famous brands, he walked out of the prison gate like an elderly insurer.

The world seemed to have changed much, which made him feel relieved.

He looked around and saw nothing else on the empty street except a dilapidated car that was obviously abandoned.

"Yes, no one will come to pick me up." The prisoner sighed.

Just as I was about to walk in a certain direction, the broken car suddenly started, and the sound of the old motor of the impetuous man sounded so pleasant to the prisoner.

It is hard to imagine that the dark green jeep can still run and is moving towards itself.

The car stopped beside him and a voice came: "Get in the car."

The prisoner breathed a sigh of relief again and opened the car door: "Is it someone from the financial management company? I said, I should be a super customer, and someone will always come to receive him."

He sat in the passenger seat and turned around and saw that the driver was so terrifying that he was 100 times more terrifying than any guy in prison.

It was an old man with silver beards on his face, his hair was extremely vigorous and messy, and there were many folds on his face, especially as he was smiling now, the folds were even deeper.

"Mr. Cheng, long time no see."

"You are..." The prisoner instinctively wanted to open the car door and escape. Although he couldn't remember it in appearance, he would never forget such a voice and tone.

"Don't be afraid!" The old man quickly grabbed Shuxuan. Although he was so old, his wrist was still strong. "I have been retired for a long time. Today I came to welcome you, so just treat it as a ride."

The prisoner gasped and looked at the old man: "Shi Qiang?"

"Haha, I just said you can't forget me." Shi Qiang took out a cigarette box like decades, shook one in his mouth, and then shook it all. "There are short-term goods, now people smoke environmentally friendly cigarettes. This thing is so precious."

Cheng Quan shook his head: "Don't smoke."

"Okay." Shi Qiang didn't wear a seat belt, so he started the old antique.

"Why did you come to pick me up..." Cheng Quan looked at him vigilantly. 20 years was enough to waste a lot of things, including hatred. Cheng Quan's current situation was just instinctively afraid of this person.

"Why me?" Shi Qiang smiled, "How many people in this world know you? Who do you think can come?"

“…………”

Cheng Quan lowered his head slightly.

Elders, it is obvious that they have been exposed.

The closest brother has long been dead.

As for his wife... this is the most uncomfortable thing that makes Chengquan. After she was imprisoned for four years and the storm was completely subsided, Tong Feifei applied for divorce. Because the prisoner's power was limited at that time, she succeeded. She had no intention of resisting Chengquan at that time and was completely disappointed.

Tong Feifei is a complete liar. She once said in court that she would take her children to visit the prison every week, but this incident has never happened in 20 years. The few people visiting the prison are from financial management companies to talk about things, and in recent years, there have been no people from financial management companies.

He has no relatives, not even a friend.

"Haha, do you want him to pick you up?" Shi teased.

Cheng Quan knew who Shi Qiang was talking about. He shook his head like a cowardly uncle, that was the real fear.

"Yes, I just think so. After all, you have been in prison for so many years, and it's atonement. It's so pitiful that I'm alone. If I send you in, I have to send you out, right?" Shi Qiang patted his thigh, "Anyway, I'm fine after retirement, so I'll be the driver. Tell me, where do you want to go."

"Then...thank you, Captain Shi." Twenty years of prison life have already made Cheng Quan completely change. He now knows that he is nothing. In prison, he learned to protect himself with humility. Cheng Quan took out a notebook from his bag, took out the broken gold-rimmed glasses and put them on, and said squinted, "Jijing Huasheng Financial Management Company...I want to get my money out first."

"What?" Shi Qiang frowned, "Where can I find this?"

Cheng Quan handed the book to Shi Qiang. After Shi Qiang looked at the detailed address, he confidently drove in that direction.

When we arrived in the city, Cheng Quancai finally saw the changes in the world.

In order to solve traffic congestion, many empty bridges were built. In fact, this is the same concept as the original elevated highway, which only increases the number of layers and scale. In congested areas, there are even five or six elevated buildings, Shi Qiang reasonably chose the smoothest one.

"I've entered the city..." Cheng Quan sighed at the wonder of the city, "Is this...Fourth Ring Road?"

"Fourth Ring Road?" Shi Qiang laughed loudly, "Young Master Cheng, this is the Seventh Ring Road! It's still a hundred kilometers away from the Fourth Ring Road!"

"…Seventh Ring Road?" Cheng Quan looked out the window incredibly, "Is this still a remote suburb?"

"It's the urban area, and the remote suburbs back then are the urban area now."

Because the road is relatively smooth and Shi Qiang is also very skilled. In less than an hour, the two finally arrived at the address of the financial management company.

There are no financial management companies, and they have long been flooded by various buildings.

Shi Qiang had no choice but to call various phone numbers to find information about the company. After asking a lot of questions, he found out that the company went bankrupt four years ago. To put it nicely, it was swallowed up. Now the customers and accounts have been transferred to the "WeChat Bank Financial Management Center".

"WeChat Bank, I know this." Shi Qiang put away the old-fashioned phone call and rushed to Cheng Quan, "Your old friend's company."

“…Wei…is it Weixun?”

"It turned out to be a joint venture between WeChat and Bank, but now it has basically been separated." Shi Qiang took the photo and made it happen. "I guess you didn't have any online banking either. Let's go, I'll take you to the physical business hall."

"No need for any documents."

Shi Qiang pointed to his eyes: "Haha, these days, it's enough to go out with your eyes."

"What should I do if the blind man?"

"..." Shi Qiang smiled in silence. Twenty years later, did Chengxuan learn humor?

Real downtown. Microbank business concept hall.

This is not an office location, but a place for public promotion. 99% of the business of Micro Bank operates online, and occasionally 1% of people come here. This place is designed very spacious, just like the public hall of Longyuan Business Hall 20 years ago, but the area is a hundred times that of there.

In the most expensive area in the city center, if you do this, business is obviously the second priority, and publicity is the key.

The service hall is full of consultants in formal clothing and various self-service machines.

Cheng Quan was still surprised, and a girl in a beautiful white dress came up to meet her.
To be continued...