Electronic Nezha

Chapter 136 Calligrapher

The situation is this: A dog saw a bone and swallowed it. Everyone saw it swallow it, but the dog only realized something was wrong after the bone was inside its stomach—it seemed to be made of rubber—so it vomited it out. Everyone saw it vomit.

My task was to persuade the dog to put the bone back in its mouth, and then convince the people who saw it put it in that it was a real bone, not some kind of high-tech trick.

It's so easy! Aside from not knowing what to do, it's completely effortless...

I need to find a technical advisor!
I asked Sixth Master, "When are we leaving?"

"Huang Jiaoming will arrive at the hotel at two o'clock this afternoon. Have a smoke before you set off." He said, handing over a cigarette.

I took it and waved it at him, saying, "Call me in a bit, I need to take care of some chores first."

As soon as I stepped outside, I shouted downstairs, "Liu Zhenhua, come up here!"

Liu Zhenhua was chatting with Dolphin and the others when he heard my tone and went upstairs dejectedly.

We went into his house together, and I kicked the door shut.

"Dad, it's not that bad. I promise I'll turn it off before midnight from now on—"

“Tell me,” I said, pressing him into a chair, “how can you make people believe that the mind map you drew for Chen Zihan was created by an ordinary person?”

"You scared me... This matter..." Liu Zhenhua's expression immediately relaxed upon hearing this. He paused and said, "Impossible."

I emphasized, "That's why I'm asking you to come up with a solution, even if you have to make one up."

What's your thinking?

"We need to get Huang Jiaoming to admit it, and then we need to make people believe it."

Liu Zhenhua turned on his computer, and rows of data flashed in a small black box.

"How to say?"

"Are you in such a hurry?"

"Urgent! You have the time it takes to smoke a cigarette."

“Okay, the good news is that Huang Jiaoming is a bit stronger than the average person. This old man has performed nearly 7000 surgeries in his lifetime.” Liu Zhenhua slapped his thigh and said, “That’s right, let’s go with the experience-based approach.”

I asked him, "What data did you base that mind map on?"

"All documented surgeries over the next 75 years."

I fell silent. It's like an experienced driver who has driven 200 million kilometers in his lifetime. Compared to the total mileage driven by all drivers in 75 years, he's only slightly better than the average person.

"Go ahead and make this up..."

Liu Zhenhua perked up and said, "Chen Zihan's external injury location has been confirmed. Although it's unreliable to speculate on the bleeding point based on this, it's very similar to the surgery Huang Jiaoming performed on Dai Zhilan when she was 55 years old. Zhao Yongming in Shanghai also had the same situation. Hmm, that's experience."

I said, "The old man still saved quite a few people after all."

“You taught him to say it like this—” Then Liu Zhenhua started spouting all sorts of technical terms that I couldn’t understand.

To me, it sounds like: first do this, then do that, and finally do this again.

"Did you understand?"

"not understand."

How much of those key points and terminology have you memorized?

"I could remember two or three a moment ago, but I've forgotten them all now." My talent surpasses even Zhang Wuji's; even Zhang Sanfeng would be overjoyed to see me.

“Just remember a few keywords. With Huang Jiaoming’s resume, you can give him a few pointers and he should understand the gist of it,” Liu Zhenhua said. “Remember the analogy those two foreign scholars used when they questioned him: A general fired a shot into the sky, and the bullet arced through the air and killed the enemy general. Luck is part of strength, but if you understand the arc the bullet arced, then that is strength!”

Liu Zhenhua began to repeatedly emphasize several words.

"One cigarette" refers to the time it takes to smoke one cigarette; it doesn't mean that time doesn't pass if you don't light one.

Soon, the dolphin knocked on the door from outside: "Brother Feng, we can set off now."

Damn it, couldn't we find someone with a good memory to enlighten Huang Jiaoming? I think the little fat guy has a pretty good memory.

Before leaving, I said fiercely to Liu Zhenhua, "If you stay up that late again, I'll teach you a lesson!" I was going to go all the way with the act.

The dolphin laughed and said, "When I was his age, I didn't have any self-awareness either."

……

This time, I was accompanied by dolphins and sharks. We wore bulletproof vests, with submachine guns under our ribs, and drove an SUV to a luxury hotel. For some reason, I had the feeling of being led to the execution ground.

Shortly after arriving at the hotel entrance, a minivan arrived, and Huang Jiaoming got out with an assistant carrying an oversized suitcase. It seemed the old man couldn't make it in the big city and was planning to stay here permanently.

Suddenly, a group of reporters rushed out of the hotel lobby, asking urgently, "Professor Huang, do you have anything to add to that apology statement?"

"Who drew that mind map?"

Ultimately, the controversy surrounding this matter hasn't died down yet, given that it involves a globally renowned expert and is further fueled by embellishments from foreigners.

Huang Jiaoming strode towards the door, while his assistant stopped the reporters at the entrance, saying, "Professor Huang is not available for interviews at the moment!"

Inside the car, the three of us started looking at each other. I looked at the other two, and they looked at me.

I said, "Why haven't you two made a move yet?"

"What do you mean?"

"Weren't we here to silence them?"

Dolphin laughed and said, "Brother Feng, stop fooling around. It's your turn to step up. We'll protect you from the shadows."

I got out of the car with a sigh, grabbed the door and asked the two of them, "Is everything arranged? In what capacity should I meet Huang Jiaoming?"

This time, the two looked at each other blankly and said in unison, "We don't know."

"Wasn't I supposed to be given special privileges and have a private meeting with him under a fabricated leadership identity?"

Shark said, "Sixth Master told us to take you there, saying you have a way."

Speechless, I could only sneak behind the group of reporters. Just then, a clear voice said, "Teacher Huang, don't you remember me? I even did an exclusive interview with you!"

She was a pretty girl with short hair; it was Ma Chaoran.

Huang Jiaoming didn't even look up and went straight into the elevator.

My assistant whirled to the front desk to get a room key and blocked the reporters at the elevator entrance again. I naturally followed him into the elevator.

My assistant told me bluntly, "Professor Huang does not give interviews."

I said, bewildered, "Who is Professor Huang? I'm not a reporter."

Ma Chaoran saw me then, pointed at me in surprise, and said, "Eh?"

The elevator doors closed, and the metal box remained motionless—you need a room card to go upstairs.

To prevent reporters from rushing in, the assistant swiped the card.

Huang Jiaoming glanced at me, who was pretending to fumble for my room key, and said indifferently, "I don't give interviews. You can go downstairs by yourself in a bit."

In a moment of inspiration, I said, "Let me write you a word, and then we can talk."

Huang Jiaoming said, "Calligraphers won't do either. If you want to see me for treatment, you have to make an appointment first."

Alright, the old man really doesn't accept gifts...

When the elevator reached the 7th floor, Huang Jiaoming stepped out, and his assistant made a gesture to me like a traffic policeman stopping a vehicle.

I shouted at Huang Jiaoming's retreating figure, "Just one word, read it first and then say it!"

Huang Jiaoming paused for a moment, then turned around and said, "I want to see what kind of words are so valuable."

I started patting myself all over again, then asked my assistant, "Do you have a pen?"

At Huang Jiaoming's signal, the assistant snapped open the down jacket, revealing a row of pens clipped to the jacket pocket.

"You don't have any paper either, do you?" my assistant mocked me.

I pointed at Huang Jiaoming and said, "Hand."

Huang Jiaoming extended his hand with a cold smile.

I told my assistant, "You're not allowed to look."

"If you dare write swear words, I'll beat you up." The assistant walked a few steps away.

I wrote an extremely ugly character “炼” neatly on Huang Jiaoming’s palm.

(End of this chapter)