There's something wrong with me

Chapter 142 Manifestation of a Divine Being: A Land Immortal

It's the end of the eleventh month, back to reality.

Most of the provinces of Daxia have been covered by Z1.

Apart from a few minor power fluctuations and adjustments in the first few months, the power grid is now very stable.

And on this day again.

This is the first snowfall after the Spring Festival.

Today is the 16th, and most people are at work.

The snow wasn't heavy, which was nice.

Zhang Feng came out of the base and looked at the snowflakes in the sky and the white snow on the ground.

It's been a long time since I've seen snow in the real world.

In previous winters, we stayed indoors at the base.

Then, if you want to see a snow scene, use a 3D projection.

That's too high-tech.

Wait half an hour.

They strolled out of the shielded area.

Zhang Feng took out his fully charged phone and saw that the museum owner and others had left him messages.

Besides their messages, there were thousands of New Year's greetings via text message.

They were all CEOs, martial arts school owners, and managers from all over the world.

Furthermore, their blessing messages all contained words such as "pioneer," "General Manager Zhang," and "Master Zhang."

This proves that these blessings were not sent in bulk.

At the same time, Zhang Fengqun posted a "Happy New Year" message.

Otherwise, how long would it take to go back to those thousands of messages?

After sending these messages.

Zhang Fengcai looked at his friends' messages.

A quick glance revealed nothing unusual; the most frequent question was, "Are you drinking for the New Year?"

And now, it's the 16th of the lunar year.

We're all at work, why bother drinking?

However, it's not impossible.

……

Evening, seven o'clock.

Home.

Zhang Feng prepared a table full of dishes.

About three minutes later, the doorbell rang.

When the door opened, the first person to arrive was Xiao Li.

One look at his somewhat chubby belly.

Zhang Feng chuckled and patted his hand, "What happened? Are you trying to sculpt your muscles like those fitness gurus?"

“Brother Zhang…” Xiao Li rubbed his stomach where he had been patted, “I didn’t want to either, but once you left, I got lazy because there was no one to lead the way.”

“Hmm, if that’s the case, it’s definitely my fault.” Zhang Feng grabbed him and pulled him inside. “Don’t rest here, go to the kitchen and wash the pots.”

I'm going downstairs to buy some skewers.

"No need." Xiao Li took off his cotton-padded coat and replied while washing the dishes, "I already bought them downstairs and am in line. I just happened to run into Master Wang and Old Wu."

They said I wasn't in good health and were worried I'd get cold, so they let me come up first.

“You really need to work on your physique.” Zhang Feng stopped going out when he heard that someone was buying. “Since you don’t want to exercise, I’ve already told you about something.”

Zhang Feng looked at him and said, "Recently, a new health-enhancing pill has been released, the one that's advertised on TV every day in this province."

This is real, and ordinary people can also take it. One bottle costs over a thousand yuan and can increase one point of physical constitution.

The upper limit is around 12.

However, it's not about consuming twelve bottles; rather, once the user's constitution reaches level 12, the effect stops.

Two bottles should be enough for you.

However, the prerequisite for taking this medicine is that one's physical condition is 9, and one's age is between 24 and 40.

You fit the bill perfectly.

Although it's not good for the people right now, and a thousand is a bit expensive, they are making improvements.

While ensuring the efficacy of the medicine, try to reduce costs.

"Is it marine pharmaceuticals?" Xiao Li also knew about this. "I heard that a privately-owned company could actually produce such a drug."
Really awesome.

And I heard that they use medical equipment…

Xiao Li whispered, "Was it approved by the data center?"

"Yes." Zhang Feng nodded. "I approved it, as did the person in charge of marine pharmaceuticals, General Manager Hai. He was one of the earliest people to work with me."

I'll have him send you a few bottles later.

“Okay…” Xiao Li didn’t refuse out of disappointment, but nodded in agreement and went to wash the pot.

Seeing Xiao Li washing the pot, Zhang Feng sat down on the sofa, turned on the TV, and looked for any good dramas to watch.

Upon opening it, the pill advertisement I mentioned earlier popped up.

"Strong constitution, effective medicine, one pill strengthens bones and muscles..."

The advertisement features the province's top martial artist of the year as its spokesperson.

This number one martial artist does not include the gym owner and instructors.

They were selected from among the province's martial arts students.

Last month, there was a martial arts competition for all schools in the province.

And this moment.

When Zhang Feng has nothing to do, he also watches some advertisements.

At the very end of the advertisement, the CEO of Haiyang Pharmaceuticals, Mr. Hai, appeared.

Zhang Feng wanted to laugh when he saw him.

Because this boss is interesting; when I told him to buy a martial arts school, he bought it; when I told him to sell it, he sold it directly.

He's a completely obedient little brother.

Such a person, who is obedient and was the one who helped you in the beginning, definitely deserves a helping hand.

But now they've finally gotten back on track.

Their "+1 small pill" scheme earns them fifty yuan per bottle, enough to recoup some of their costs.

If they can sell 20 million bottles, at least they'll recoup their research costs.

As for the more expensive equipment, land costs, the loss-making profits from previous big sales, and daily company expenses, etc.

This would require selling over 200 million bottles.

Furthermore, given the current market conditions, electricity prices are being driven down to an extreme, and it's also a time of great prosperity for martial arts practitioners.

He can definitely sell this, recoup his costs, and make a profit.

They endured for more than two years, and they finally made it through.

Of course, within the last two years.

Zhang Feng also allocated some sponsorship funds to them through the big data center; otherwise, they really couldn't afford such extraordinary research, as well as the daily wear and tear expenses of world-class instruments, etc.

On the contrary, Zhang Feng occasionally read their academic research and felt that there were some things that could indeed be learned from.

And sometimes they would send a few researchers to them to learn some unorthodox methods.

It can be considered an exchange and learning activity.

It can be considered 'semi-support'.

Similarly, Zhang Feng suddenly realized that if they really relied on a group of CEOs to do the research and development, not only would the funds be insufficient, but the research capabilities would also be far from adequate.

This scale is far too small; it's simply not capable of handling extraordinary projects.

But it was precisely their unorthodox approach that led to this invention of a tiny pill that was neither truly advanced nor truly unorthodox.

It looks useless and is a bit pricey, but it's still a fun innovation.

Moreover, as long as there is such innovation, many private pharmaceutical companies may also produce some strange and unusual drugs, enriching society and related medical treatments.

We can't rely solely on official efforts and our own.

After all, the world belongs to all people.

Zhang Feng's main task was to make things that were not very beneficial to the people more beneficial to them.

Ta-ta-ta—

Just as I was thinking about the big picture, there was a knock on the door.

As soon as you hear that voice, it's Master Wang.

Wait for the door to open.

Master Wang is very strong now. He can carry two beer bottles in one hand and a heavy alloy knife weighing at least 150 pounds in the other, as if it were nothing.

"What are you doing here with a knife in your hand?" Zhang Feng paused for a moment when he saw his posture.

"The knife was made by the shop owner," Master Wang said with a smile as he came in. "He couldn't lift it, so he let me carry it."

"Old Wang is still fast."

The sound came from downstairs again.

Dr. Wu carried the skewers, followed by the restaurant owner who kept blowing his nose.

Seeing the owner's expression, Zhang Feng laughed. "Damn, I'm really impressed with you. Can't you just prescribe some medicine for your cold? Why do you have to come to my house for treatment?"
"If I didn't buy you a drink today, would you have given up on treatment?"

……

They were drinking heavily.

"Five champions and eight horses..." The owner of the restaurant was cured of his cold and was in high spirits, playing a drinking game with Xiao Li.

While delivering the knife, Master Wang started showing it off in the lobby.

However, with his physique, it's easy to lift him up, but when you try to wield him, he'll swing around like a knife.

Dr. Wu was looking at a briefing.

It's about small pills.

About two minutes.

After seeing that he had finished reading it, Zhang Feng asked, "How is this pill?"

"Very good, Dr. Zhang." Dr. Wu praised, "To be honest, our hospital has also bought their pills and analyzed them, but we didn't expect there to be so many encryption steps inside. They are indeed difficult to decipher."

"Would you be interested in visiting their company?" Zhang Feng got straight to the point. "Also, they've recently set aside some research resources to develop some medicines for sprains and bruises."

I'm thinking of leveraging the research capabilities of hospitals in our province, collaborating with them, and seeing if we can overcome this challenge and quickly develop a highly effective medicine for sprains and bruises that benefits the people.

For example, an injury that normally takes ten days to heal with regular medicine, this medicine, while not necessarily highly effective, will at least take one or two days longer.

"Let those who practice martial arts get better sooner and start training earlier."

“Yes…” Upon hearing the serious matter, Master Wang also put down his knife and stretched his slightly sore arms. “There are more and more people learning martial arts now.”

Sometimes, during sparring, or even a few blows from someone with a short temper, this liniment for sprains and bruises is quite effective.

Relying solely on the treatments currently available on the market is too slow.

Although going to the hospital can allow you to undergo a weakened resonance therapy to speed up the recovery time.

But I and the people at my martial arts school told us that doctors have more important patients to treat.

If you fall or bump yourself, just rub it a couple of times and it'll be fine.

"Hmm...yes..." The martial arts master wasn't drunk yet. "I saw this too, and that's how I arranged things for the people in our martial arts school."

But let's be as quick as possible. What can I do to help, Lao Wu and Master Zhang?

"Just play rock-paper-scissors." Zhang Feng ignored him and looked at Dr. Wu, who seemed interested, and said, "If you have any ideas, I'll have President Hai contact you later."

Then you can hand it over.

I remember you're the president of the provincial pharmaceutical association now, right?

"Yes," Dr. Wu said with a smile, "Thanks to Teacher Zhang, I'm still young, but I've already reached such a high position."

“You’re almost fifty, Lao Wu, you’re not young anymore.” Zhang Feng shook his head. “You should exercise more when you have time.”

So, once this matter is settled, I won't care what you have or don't have; I'll directly arrange for someone to hand over all your work.

"You can return to your post when you've learned visualization."

"Teacher Zhang..." Dr. Wu wanted to say something, but he was more worried about his future patients.

“That’s it.” Zhang Feng interrupted directly, “You just listen to whatever I say.”

Furthermore, once you master visualization, practicing overclocking will be relatively easier, and you'll be able to treat even more people than you are now." Zhang Feng knew that Dr. Wu simply wanted to heal and save lives.

Using this as a trigger, we can force him to comply.

Zhang Feng didn't want his friends to grow old and pass away one by one as the years went by like this.

Reality cannot be paused.

……

night.

In the freezing cold, the ground was covered in snow.

on the street.

Zhang Feng put on a hat, sunglasses, and a mask, then turned to look at Dr. Wu and the others who were rubbing their hands together.

"Stop rubbing, you'll warm up once you start running."

……

The next morning.

Home.

Zhang Feng got out of bed and looked outside.

The snow that covered the ground has mostly disappeared, having been swept clean by sanitation workers.

"Hehe..."

On the distant street below, young people were doing their morning exercise, punching their fists and jogging.

Such people are not uncommon; you can even see white-collar workers carrying briefcases practicing boxing or jogging.

The atmosphere surrounding martial arts practice has become increasingly intense.

Of the 500 people on the street, 100 practice martial arts, and at least one of them is a professional.

The others also knew some basic knowledge of martial arts.

Huhu—

In Zhang Feng's observation, which made seeing things from afar seem as if they were right in front of him, he could also see that a professional martial artist was completely different from the others.

His running form was more standard, and he was doing weight training.

Hua Hua...

Several ordinary martial artists followed behind him, learning from him.

When they reached the traffic light intersection 300 meters away, the professional martial artists stopped and approached them for advice.

Furthermore, some of the other pedestrians waiting at the traffic light also listened attentively and took notes after hearing this.

"That's good." Zhang Feng really liked this martial arts atmosphere.

Then put on sunglasses, a hat, and a mask.

Go and experience it.

……

Come to the street.

Zhang Feng walked along, looking around.

And so, without realizing it, we walked through several streets.

Zhang Feng saw the situation at his own doorstep, and it was happening everywhere within his sight.

Learning martial arts has become a normal part of life.

Even downstairs at one company, there was a human resources manager leading his employees in practicing fierce Southern Fist and Bajiquan.

The shouts and the powerful sounds of punches and kicks filled the air.

At first glance, this company doesn't look like someone to mess with.

But upon closer inspection of the company name, it turns out they sell baby products.

Zhang Feng glanced at them a few times, shook his head inwardly, and was about to continue walking.

However, when my gaze fell upon the bus stop sign two hundred meters ahead...

There was a pickpocket there who slipped into the pocket of a middle-aged man waiting for the bus and took out a cell phone.

This thief also has some martial arts skills.

Zhang Feng paused for a moment when he saw this scene.

Why are there thieves everywhere?

Zhang Feng felt like he had a grudge against the thief.

But upon further reflection, I realized that my single glance, meant to "see a thousand miles," was so intense that I wished I could see the entire street.

Under such a gaze, it seems as if one can see things that are not normally visible.

Now that we've seen it, let's just take it.

call-

The instant the thought formed.

Zhang Feng leaped out, and to outsiders, it looked as if he had simply disappeared from the baby company's building.

"Manager...is someone missing...?"

The employees who were practicing boxing suddenly paused for a moment.

At the same time, Zhang Fengzheng, with his superhuman reflexes and the blessing of spiritual power, accurately avoided pedestrians on the road.

It's just a little slower, only 30 meters per step.

Who just went past?

The pedestrians whom Zhang Feng dodged felt a figure flash past in front of them, followed by a gust of wind.

Before they could react,

Zhang Feng had already arrived at the station and placed his hand on the shoulder of the thief who had his back to him.

"Who?"

The thief was startled, shaking off the hand on his shoulder as he turned to look at Zhang Feng.

The others looked on in surprise when they saw Zhang Feng suddenly appear.

When did he arrive here?

Was anyone here just now?

Several pedestrians were curious and sized up Zhang Feng, who was dressed strangely.

"You've mistaken me for someone else, haven't you?" The thief said casually when he saw many people looking at him, and then prepared to leave.

Zhang Feng didn't say anything, but he gave Zhang Feng a slight kick to the back of his knee with his left front foot, and Zhang Feng fell to the ground with a thud.

At the same time, before he could even utter a curse.

Zhang Feng noticed one of the middle-aged pedestrians looking over and said, "Stop watching the commotion and check yourself. Is your phone missing from your pocket?"

"Me?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then touched his pocket and found that his phone was really gone.

"Are you looking for trouble?" The thief said threateningly after Zhang Feng exposed him, trying to scare Zhang Feng away and make a quick getaway.

“It’s with him.” Zhang Feng completely ignored him, instead kicking his shirt pocket with his foot, knocking the phone out and landing it accurately in front of the middle-aged man’s chest.

The middle-aged man was flustered for a moment, then realized what had happened and quickly said, "Thank you! Thank you!"

"So it was about catching a thief!" The people around realized what was going on.

"Doesn't his voice sound familiar?" But several other people kept looking Zhang Feng up and down.

"Don't you think he looks familiar?"

"Did he just appear out of nowhere? Was it... was it Mr. Zhang's 'Shrinking the Earth to an Inch' technique?"

The group looked around and approached with curiosity.

And in their hearts, they already had a vague idea of ​​who this brave person was.

This speculation greatly excited them.

"Kicking the phone with qi?" Ten meters away, a professional martial artist recognized him immediately, feeling a dizzying sensation like seeing an idol. "Is it... Mr. Zhang?"

"you……"

Especially next to Zhang Feng, a young man showed an even more excited expression, asking in a trembling voice with admiration, "Are you a pioneer?"

'I've been recognized?' Seeing that he had been exposed, Zhang Feng stopped trying to hide it and instead boldly removed his mask and glasses, looking at the excited boy who was speechless.
"Excuse me, do you have a cell phone?"

Zhang Feng pointed to the thief on the ground, who was completely terrified, and said, "Call the police and send him where he needs to be."

"Okay...okay..." the boy quickly replied, then hurriedly unlocked his phone.

"Zhang Zhang..." The thief's teeth chattered, and then he fainted from fright.

"Master Zhang!" The people nearby saw that it was indeed Zhang Feng, and their excitement was almost the same as that of a young boy.

Meanwhile, pedestrians passing by.

People riding electric bikes and driving cars on the street.

When they saw something strange here and looked over, there was a sudden screech of brakes everywhere.

"Holy crap, am I seeing things?"

"Quick! Look! It's General Manager Zhang! General Manager Zhang!"

"Pioneer! I love you!"

"The God of Technology!"

"I saw Master Zhang! I saw Master Zhang! The person who just disappeared was Master Zhang!"

The moment Zhang Feng removed his mask and sunglasses, it caused a huge commotion on the street.

Especially the pedestrians on the surrounding streets, and the staff of the baby product company, all rushed towards Zhang Feng.

And as they shouted words like "General Manager Zhang" and "Pioneer," they attracted even more people to come over.

'I never expected my fame to grow even greater.'

Zhang Feng saw the swarm of people rushing over, and then looked at the thief who had already fainted from fright on the ground.

Subsequently.

Zhang Feng looked at the several professional martial artists in the crowd.

Taking advantage of their superior physique, they had already run ahead of all the passersby.

"Master Zhang!"

They were very excited, recording the video as they ran towards Zhang Feng.

But when they were about five meters away from Zhang Feng, everyone stopped on their own.

The people behind kept pushing, which also made the people in front keep moving forward.

For a moment, it was unclear whether the people in front were pushed forward or deliberately wanted to get closer to their idols.

Meanwhile, amidst everyone's envious gazes, Zhang Feng smiled and waved to several martial artists ahead.

"You guys, come here and hold him down until the local law enforcement arrives."

"well!"

"Yes!"

They excitedly accepted the order and went to detain the thief.

"pioneer!"

"boss Zhang!"

However, passersby noticed that these martial artists were so close to the pioneer, and one of them was even able to record Zhang Feng on his phone at close range.

Envy and jealousy surged up, and most people on the street wanted to come over and take a photo with the pioneer.

But seeing that traffic was paralyzed because of him, Zhang Feng, before affecting more people, clasped his hands in a fist salute to the arriving crowd and said:
"Thank you all for your kindness. Goodbye."

The moment the words fell.

Everyone could only watch as Zhang Feng leaped forward and landed on the roof of the two-story restaurant in front of them.

The next step was like teleportation; it took them to the three-story company building a hundred meters away.

With another step, he appeared on the outside of the crowd, standing 170 meters away.

The fourth step crossed the congested traffic and appeared at the traffic light intersection in the distance.

The last person had already left the congested street and disappeared from their sight.

All that remained were the stunned crowd still holding their phones.

In three seconds, Zhang Feng took five steps, covering a distance of nearly 300 meters. They didn't even have time to react before he was gone.

"Did I see wrong... or are the pioneers just getting more and more powerful...?"

"Impressive... I think so?"

"I feel... Master Zhang is no longer inhuman... but is truly close to becoming a god..."

(End of this chapter)