Electronic Nezha

Chapter 51 Legend
This little thing that can make me invincible sits quietly on the table. It's just an ordinary chip like the ones we see every day. The green silicon wafer has many tiny protrusions of copper metal. Its principle is also very simple: whether it's folk martial arts, military grappling and sniping, or moves in mixed martial arts, the good move is the one that helps you defeat your opponent. The algorithm will make the choice for you, so that you always do the right thing!

To put it bluntly, he was like a "hidden master" who carried around with him.

The only question now is: how am I supposed to carry it?
Liu Zhenhua said that it generates bioelectricity through contact with the skin, stimulating nerves and hormone secretion. In other words, if you make it into a necklace and wear it close to your body, it will definitely have side effects. But it can't be too hidden either. In any emergency, you can't be sure that the first thing it comes into contact with you is a stupid method.

I had a brilliant idea: find a ring maker to attach it to the ring face, and when nothing's wrong, it'll look like an emerald. But in case of danger, it'll be my transformation button. Unfortunately, a question raised by Yuan Yuan caused this method to hit a bottleneck before it could even be put into practice—what if the ring maker tries to steal it? I wouldn't be able to beat him then.

Anyway, I had something to save my life. In the end, I wrapped it in a thin layer of cling film and put it inside the plastic wrap outside the cigarette box. If I saw anything wrong, I would immediately tear the plastic wrap, rub the cling film with my fingers, and transform into a master.

I hope Chen Bing will stop using underhanded tactics, open his unmanned fruit supermarket as soon as possible, lose some money and run away, and we'll never see each other again. That would be the best outcome for both of us.

If he insists on using various means to provoke me, I don't mind using Liu Zhenhua first. Li Jing guarded Chentang Pass his whole life and never saw any war there. Why? Because his son was Nezha.

The fruit market returned to normal the next day, and everyone went about their business as usual. I didn't tell Lao Wang and Li Ping about being followed; they couldn't help with that, and it would only cause them more worry.

Then I spent the whole morning repeatedly taking out my cigarette case and gesturing with it, imagining a bunch of thugs suddenly rushing over and smashing my stall, and me pulling out my chip to beat them up, just like a Western cowboy practicing his gun-drawing skills.

Around 11 o'clock, Lao Wang received a phone call. He smiled and repeatedly said yes.

"Who was that?" I asked after he hung up the phone.

"Mr. Li said he'd like to invite us to lunch and we can talk about some things."

I was delighted to hear that. Mr. Li is in charge of logistics at our hotel. He's not really a "manager," but his hotel sometimes gets booked by companies for events and they buy high-end fruits from us. We do business with them every now and then, so he's someone we need to cultivate a good relationship with. So, if Mr. Li calls, it's probably good news.

Old Wang said, "He's booked on the second floor of Yaxian Pavilion. You should go there early."

"You're not going?"

Old Wang winked at me: "He said he was inviting the two of us, but there are some things you should discuss with him privately. You're the boss, after all."

I think that makes sense. It's been almost half a year since our last collaboration. This time, whatever it is, I have to "show my appreciation." To maintain a good relationship with someone you're not very familiar with, you have to keep offering gifts.

After waiting a while, when I saw that it was almost time, I got into the car and told Xiao Wu to go to a restaurant.

When we arrived at the restaurant, I took two bottles of Moutai and a box of Zhonghua cigarettes from the trunk. Yes, as a qualified fruit vendor, these are things I always keep on hand. Actually, the restaurant is not far from the market, and I could have walked there. Having Xiao Wu accompany me was just to act as a little donkey.

I've already planned the drinks. If Mr. Li drinks with me, I'll open one bottle and let him take the rest back. Or if we drink something else, I'll bring him both. If he insists on paying for the meal, I won't argue with him. I'll try to keep our relationship looking like a friendship...

Ya Xiange was popular for a few years when it first opened. You can tell from the decor that a lot of money was spent back then. But now it looks a bit old-fashioned and outdated. It used to be positioned as a mid-to-high-end restaurant, but now it has dropped a lot and become a mid-to-low-end restaurant. Fortunately, the food is still pretty good. It's a good place for family gatherings and friends' get-togethers. Real business meetings wouldn't be held in a place like this.

I went up to the second floor but didn't see Mr. Li. I took out my phone to make a call when a man in his fifties came out of the private room and waved at me: "Fengzi, right? He's here." The man was wearing a large gold watch and had a shrewd look on his face. I didn't recognize him.

Seeing my hesitation, the man asked again, "Are you Li Ming's friend?"

I then followed him into the private room, where there were already six or seven people, all about the same age as the man who had greeted me. The man sitting in the main seat was an old man with slicked-back hair, long sideburns, and color-changing sunglasses, who looked exactly like Elvis Presley.

My feet were planted in the doorway as I asked in confusion, "Where's Mr. Li?"

Elvis shouted in a loud voice, "He's busy and won't be coming."

"Oh, then I'll contact him again." I turned to leave; even in this critical moment, I was still alert.

Big Gold Watch grabbed me; this guy was quite strong, he practically pinned me down.

I immediately reached for a cigarette. As the saying goes, you can't hit a smiling face. Maybe if I offer him a cigarette, he'll treat me better—of course not! My invincible chip is right there on the cigarette pack. If things don't go my way, it'll immediately come into close contact with my invincible little chip. Liu Zhenhua told me to be mindful of the consequences. I won't beat them up, but I can at least get away, right?
Seeing my cautious yet flustered appearance, Elvis suddenly burst into laughter and said loudly, "Fengzi, you don't recognize me, do you?"

Before I could reply, the man with heavy dark circles under his eyes, to Elvis's left, said, "You don't recognize me either, do you?"

I thought to myself, "Oh no!" They asked me first if I knew them, and only made their move if I didn't. How meticulous!
The man with dark circles under his eyes asked, "You know Andy Lau, right?"

I glanced at him and blurted out, "You don't seem like it either."

Everyone in the room was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then they all burst into laughter.

Only the dark circles under his eyes flashed with anger, making them even darker.

Elvis, who was in the center, chuckled a few times and said directly, "I am Sun Zhancheng."

This time it was my turn to be stunned. Of course you don't know Sun Zhancheng, but everyone in this city knows Sun Zhancheng. These three words took me back to the distant 90s. I was just a little kid back then, and Sun Zhancheng was already the most prominent young entrepreneur in our area.

He started from scratch at the age of 20 and by 25 he was rumored to be the richest man in our area. He mainly did wholesale clothing and shoes. An entire department store in our area was his private property. He had an Audi that supposedly cost 50 yuan, which he parked downstairs at the department store every day. I don't know what model it was, but back then, only our city officials drove Santanas.

In recent years, the name Sun Zhancheng has been rarely heard, but those three characters themselves are a legend.

Seeing that I was still standing there in a daze, Sun Zhancheng said in his loud voice, "Stop being so suspicious, come in and sit down."

(End of this chapter)