Electronic Nezha

Chapter 207 Resentment
From the fruit market to the cold storage, you have to cross a wide road and pass many stalls, so the distance isn't short. The flatbed cart that Lao Wang borrowed was very difficult to use; it creaked and groaned when pushed, and the ground shook violently because the rubber on the wheels had come off. When weighed down by the heavy load, the two of us looked like two tank crewmen driving a miniature tank through the city.

I controlled the direction from the front the whole time, while Old Ma pushed hard from behind, basically putting in 90% of his strength.

The first line of "Where is the Road Ahead?" is: "You carry the load, I lead the horse." We already know that Tang Sanzang and his disciples were four people. Tang Sanzang was obviously riding a horse, Sun Wukong was responsible for leading the horse, and Sha Wujing was responsible for carrying the load. Here, there is one person who is hidden, and that is Zhu Bajie. Given that the character of this pig is to be cunning and provide laughter, we will not discuss him here. So, have you ever thought that Sha Wujing, who carries the load all year round, might have any complaints?

I think so. Why should I do all the hard and tiring work by myself? Some people might say that leading the horse isn't easy either. You're basically the guide and the vanguard, having to pave roads through mountains and build bridges over rivers, and also provide directions. The conditions are so harsh, and there's no navigation. If you take even ten extra meters of detour, your teammates will put pressure on you. Well, let me ask you this: can Sun Wukong somersault 108,000 li in one leap? When he's unsure which way to go, can't he first jump onto a cloud to check the direction and road conditions?

Then someone else said, "If we talk about it this way, Sha Wujing is a powerful general in heaven and a well-known demon on earth. His senior brother can fit a stick weighing over 10,000 jin in his ear. How much less capable could he be? The luggage for four people is at most 200 jin. What's that to him?" Well, let me ask you, isn't this job incredibly tedious? Every morning before they even set off, one person asks him for a toothbrush, another asks him for underwear. Some want salty breakfasts, some want sweet ones. If they get thirsty halfway through the journey, they have to rummage through their suitcases for their water cups. Would you be willing to do that?
Then someone else said, "The White Dragon Horse didn't say anything..."

Because the job of the White Dragon Horse was easy. Five brothers started a business, some with backgrounds, some with ability, and some who could endure hardship. The one who was most criticized also had to be responsible for the team's glue and punching bag. All you had to do was cosplay a pet. After the company went public, you would immediately be financially free. Yes, the White Dragon Horse did make a move once or twice. It's like when bad guys come to the office to steal the company seal, you squat on the sofa pretending to be a cat and yelling "Meow meow meow".

Read classic works, just to fill in the word count.

Crossed out, reading classic works helps one understand people's hearts.

I'm afraid Old Ma might have complaints too. Even if you find a temporary worker, he's so old, you can't really make him work himself to death, can you?
"Um... I'll call you Uncle Ma from now on. Uncle, why don't you come up ahead and steer, and I'll push from behind?"

“No need!” Ma Fugui refused outright.

So I led the horse and he carried the load, and we drove our tank-like vehicle into the cold storage and arrived at the entrance of the spice market. Our stall was next to Li Ping's, not far from the gate.

Li Ping and Hu Chunyan were both busy sorting goods, so I gave them a brief introduction of Ma Fugui: "He's a distant uncle of mine who's here to help out for a few days during the Spring Festival."

Neither of them paid much attention; they were both seasoned business people with the ability to automatically recognize sales pitches, and they knew that this was just a temporary worker.

The cart couldn't get up the steps, but luckily it was close to the door. Ma Fugui took off his coat and started moving goods behind the empty counter. I was about to help when the old man grabbed me and said, "You're the boss, don't move. Just stand where I can see you."

Then I witnessed the dedication and professionalism of the experience agent. Ma Fugui was busy running around, arranging the boxes neatly behind the counter according to size and type. Before long, steam started rising from his head.

Actually, I could tell that the old man was a bit resentful. A legendary agent received a last-minute mission to protect an important person without being given any prior information. He probably thought he would be going to a group where he would be protecting me while dealing with factional struggles. But when he got there, he was just doing the actual work.

This shows that experiential learning is not an easy job. Ma Fugui was essentially coerced by those three words and turned experiential learning into his main job. I felt guilty watching this and even wanted to pay him some wages on the spot...

Just then, a tall young man strode toward me. Old Ma was carrying a box of pears past me when he suddenly stumbled, and the box fell toward the young man. The young man caught it almost instinctively. Ma Fugui was as fast as lightning when he came behind the man and kicked him in the back of the knee with his calf!

The person, holding the box in both hands, was unable to move easily, so he suddenly tilted his head back.

"boom!"

Ma Fugui was hit on the back of the head, and as a natural reaction, snot and tears streamed down his face.

I quickly separated the two people and whispered, "We're on the same side!"

The person who came was Hao Hao.

The people in the market didn't even notice how quickly they moved.

Ma Fugui covered his nose and asked, "What's your background?"

I said, "This is my brother, Hao Hao."

Ma Fugui glanced at him and said, "You're also from the Sixth Division?"

Hao Hao nodded.

"Why are you so dense, kid?"

Hao Hao said, "Sixth Master sent me to find Brother Feng."

Ma Fugui blew his nose and said, "Who taught you to hit someone with the back of their head?"

Hao Hao pointed at me and said, "All my skills are thanks to Brother Feng."

Ma Fugui gave me a resentful look and said, "One uses his body to block bullets, the other uses the back of his head to hit people, they're cut from the same cloth!" He then said to Hao Hao, "Do you know that if you don't do this right, you could lose your life?"

Hao Hao said, "No, I've already calculated it."

"if--"

Before Ma Fugui could finish speaking, I interrupted, "If the enemy were a rhinoceros demon, you would be dead by now!" Hao Hao said that if it's all planned out, then it's all planned out. The question is, is this the time to talk about these things?

Sure enough, Ma Fugui realized this too, and he quickly asked Hao Hao, "What identity did you use to get here?"

Hao Hao asked blankly, "What identity? Sixth Master told me to come find Brother Feng."

"What was your last cover identity?" Ma Fugui asked, still speaking rapidly.

"A waiter at a coffee shop."

Do you know Liu Chuanfeng?

"Of course I know him, Brother Feng! How could I not know him?"

"Do the coffee shop waiters know Liu Chuanfeng?"

"Yes, I know him. Brother Feng even came to my place for coffee."

Ma Fugui got anxious: "I'll assume your real name is Hao Hao, then what's the name of the coffee shop waiter?"

"Call him Xiao Wang."

Ma Fugui questioned, word by word, "Then, Xiao Wang, should know Liu Chuanfeng?"

Hao Hao thought for a moment and said, "I don't know him."

Ma Fugui gritted his teeth and said, "Then why are you leaving so quickly?"

Hao Hao stubbornly insisted, "Sixth Master sent me."

I quickly patted Hao Hao and said, "Listen to this old man." I didn't expect Hao Hao to appear like this; it really doesn't make sense.

Hao Hao had no choice but to walk down the steps. After taking a couple of steps, he turned back and returned the box of pears to Ma Fugui, saying kindly, "How about I help you move this last bit of stuff before you leave?"

"Get out!" Ma Fugui snapped.

Hao Hao left, looking completely bewildered.

Ma Fugui threw the box at his feet, glaring angrily at Hao Hao's retreating figure, and asked, "Is that kid really from the Sixth Division?"

I said, "Please forgive him. This guy was an idiot just over a month ago."

"He's an idiot now!"

"Yeah, his code name is Idiot."

Ma Fugui pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked me, "Who is his father—or his mother?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just out of curiosity. Even if he's some high-ranking official's son, his father wouldn't dare put such an idiot into the Sixth Bureau, would he? I want to see who got him in there!" Ma Fugui suspected that Hao Hao had a powerful and influential rich lady as his mother.

I interrupted, saying, "Uncle, you take a break, I'll carry the rest."

Ma Fugui said fiercely, "You're not allowed to move! I've already finished about 70-80% of it, and there are only about ten boxes left. Do I still need the boss's help?"

I said, "Uncle, even experiential marketing needs to consider the persona. I'm not the kind of boss who likes to exploit people. I just do what I'm supposed to do normally."

"Why didn't you say so earlier!?"

“You didn’t ask, did you? Your past life experiences weren’t warm enough—so I’ll take care of the rest.”

Ma Fugui grabbed me again and said, "You're warm towards the veteran employees, but I'm new here. You wanted to observe my abilities, so you deliberately didn't help me."

"Strict!" I praised, then said, "Then you can move it."

(End of this chapter)