Electronic Nezha

Chapter 127 Preparation
Everyone in the room laughed after Liu Zhenhua finished speaking.

Sixth Master said, "This kid is good; he doesn't panic when faced with a big situation."

Liu Zhenhua said, "It should be chaotic if it's going to be. My dad told me this more than two months ago. It can't stay chaotic until now."

I was in a dilemma—I had just run into their teacher, Mr. Wang, at the mall yesterday while eating ice cream, and he was on sick leave. Logically, after what happened today, I should give Liu Zhenhua some time to adjust, but what reason could I give? I didn't have the courage to pick up the phone without a flawless excuse.

"How should we tell your teacher, Mr. Wang?"

"Uh..." Liu Zhenhua was also discouraged.

The chubby boy said, "Just say your stomach hurts."

Liu Zhenhua said, "I was in pain yesterday, and... I was found out."

Sixth Master said, "Then let it continue to hurt today. Because yesterday's pain was fake, today's pain must be real. That's the art of war, isn't it all about deception and realism?"

It sounded plausible, so I picked up my phone and sent a WeChat message to Wang Aili. The message was simple: "Teacher Wang, Liu Zhenhua has a stomachache and needs to take half a day off this afternoon."

Every word I typed felt like a thousand pounds of weight piercing through the phone. Making the decision to ask Liu Zhenhua for leave was second only to telling the Sixth Division about the super AI. I even had to resort to military tactics just to get my child a leave of absence!
A short while later, Wang Aili sent back a message: Did you eat too much ice cream?
I held up my phone to show everyone, and asked worriedly, "Does this mean I agree or disagree?"

The smiling man said, "It should be considered an agreement. If you take a paid dump 10 times a morning, it's normal for the boss to make sarcastic remarks. As long as he doesn't explicitly say you can't go, then it means he agrees."

Everyone agreed that it made sense, and I also vaguely sensed that Wang Aili seemed to be in a good mood these past two days. Could it be because of the glow of love? Are she still so sweet with her husband after all these years? Who exactly was that man in the mall yesterday? Why am I so nosy?

The smiling man took the opportunity to shake my hand and said, "My code name is 'Koi Fish.' It's an honor to work with you, my savior."

I said, "Just call me 'brother.' Everyone else is a marine creature, so why are you just an ornamental fish?"

Koi laughed and said, "Maybe they need my luck to help them—I'm usually in charge of logistics and equipment management."

Well, his main job is to hand out guns to people. He told me that this meant he didn't treat me like an outsider.

I looked at the chubby boy again and asked, "What kind of fish are you?"

The chubby guy said, "My code name is 'Hacker,' and I'm in charge of information security."

Will they steal QQ accounts?

"Uh, yes, but I can't transfer other people's money," the chubby guy joked. "Brother Feng, could you teach me this sometime?"

Sixth Master said, "Alright, let's get back to the main topic." He said to me, "We'll find you a beautiful place to stay, and when the time comes, we'll send you to that laboratory under official pretext. Do you think this arrangement is acceptable?"

I said decisively, "No, what about my fruit stand?"

The chubby boy said, "We all know who you are now, and you still want to go back and pretend to be a fruit vendor? Are you that addicted to selling this stuff?"

I said, "Others don't know yet, including my parents."

Sixth Master asked, "Have they all been moved?"

"That won't work either. My identity can't be exposed. That's also a limitation of the super AI."

The dolphin said, "But you've already been exposed."

I said, "Aliens aren't human. They came to us to solve a problem. They won't go around announcing my identity with a megaphone, because that would make it even harder for them to take action. The main thing is that it's not very meaningful for me to hide. It's just a dream for the Queen, but it would be bad if someone went missing in the fruit market and caused a chain reaction."

The shark bluntly stated, "What kind of chain reaction could there be if a fruit vendor disappeared from such a large market?"

"This is called the 'Rule of 707'. If the impact of an event involves a certain number of people, it can cause changes in the world order. I will explain this to you in detail later. We'd better not take this risk."

Sixth Master said, "That makes sense. The main thing is that we can't let hostile foreign forces get a whiff of this. Although they say foreign, quite a few have actually infiltrated our territory. You know that, Fengzi, right?"

I said, "This is not my responsibility, but I know a little about it. There is no such thing as a peaceful life; it is because someone is bearing the burden."

Koi smiled and said, "Thank you for your understanding, Brother Feng."

Sixth Master said, "Then let's settle it like this. Fengzi can continue doing what he needs to do, and we'll protect him secretly."

The chubby guy said, "What if we rent all the stalls around Brother Feng and surround him?"

Oh, what terrible word choice.

I asked him directly, "What are the wholesale and retail prices of watermelons this season?"

The chubby boy said, "I can learn this."

"Okay, I'm a customer now. How are you going to sell me a watermelon?"

"It's guaranteed to be sweet and delicious; you definitely won't regret buying it." Confirmed! A direct disciple of Hu Chunyan!
I said, “Look, you’re exposed at a glance. A bunch of complete laymen rented several stalls and surrounded me. Even without any hostile forces, Sister Zhao would have said you were spies.”

Sixth Master said, "Then let's use remote monitoring for protection."

At this moment, Hao Hao said, "No need for that trouble, I can just follow Brother Feng by myself."

Sixth Master said, "That won't work either. You used to be an idiot. If you suddenly become normal, people will immediately explode. This has to be done step by step. First, put on some makeup and work at my newly opened coffee shop as a migrant worker for a while. Then, you can switch jobs and follow your Brother Feng."

I said, "Won't people see us even in a coffee shop?"

Sixth Master smiled slyly and said, "I've 'cultivated' that place so much that no one dares to go there anymore, and people who know Hao Hao are even less likely to go."

I said speechlessly, "So what's the point of that place? Just to be closer to me?"

Unexpectedly, Sixth Master nodded and said, "Yes."

Hao Hao stood up and said, "Tell me when you've made the arrangements—Brother Feng, you should be safe here. I need to go back to my mom first; she must be worried about me." He took off his bulletproof vest and put it on the table, saying, "I really don't need this." As he spoke, he picked up a large cardboard box from the ground and put his upper body inside it.

Sixth Master said, "Let's save you trouble. I'll find someone to take you back."

The shark said, "I'll go."

Upon hearing this, Hao Hao folded the cardboard box into a small piece of paper and tucked it under his arm.

The shark said, "Aren't you going to throw this thing away?"

Hao Hao said, "I have to return it to my mom."

The two of them walked out together.

I suddenly said, "Wait a minute." I said to Sixth Master, "Organization, can you get this brother of mine a job?"

Sixth Master asked Hao Hao, "What's your name?"

"Dong Linhao".

"How old is this year?"

"She should be 21 years old."

"nationality."

"Chinese."

"what occupation?"

"Fool."

Sixth Master chuckled: "Alright, let's go. I'll figure out a way to get the staffing position."

Hao Hao said, "What is a government job? I'm following Brother Feng for no other reason than to be in a government position."

I said urgently, "Don't say anything, let's go."

Hao Hao went out with the shark...

Sixth Master turned to me and said, "What about you, Fengzi? Don't you want to do some editing?"

I chuckled and said, "I don't need it, I have my own businesses."

Sixth Master's eyes darted around and he said, "What do you mean? Are you afraid the organization will try to extort you?"

"You can't say that. We just don't want to take advantage of the country."

If you love the grandeur of the grasslands, you have to endure mosquito bites; if you love the romance of the sea, you have to withstand the dampness of the beach; if you love a paid job, you have to obey Sixth Master's management. The amount of profit you reap is directly proportional to the amount of hard work you put in—no one understands this better than a small business owner. Besides, Liu Zhenhua has already decided I should enjoy top-tier treatment. How can we negotiate?

The chubby boy said, "Brother Feng, I still don't understand how I'm an amateur. How do you sell watermelons?"

"You need to figure out first whether the customer wants a sandy or crunchy texture."

"Then how do you know if a melon is sandy or crisp? Is that where your expertise lies, or is it about understanding the customer's thoughts before using sales pitches to fool them?" The chubby guy had a strong thirst for knowledge.

"No kidding, I have two varieties of melons on my stall, one with a sandy texture and the other with a crisp texture."

(End of this chapter)