Electronic Nezha

Chapter 57 The Shining Points of Humanity

As Liu Zhenhua pressed a button, a "ding" sounded, and Sun Zhancheng and the others' money was transferred to Chen Bing's account. Actually, there was no sound; I added that myself.

Then Liu Zhenhua took the opportunity to ask to watch the computer for a while longer, but I firmly refused. Although it was almost time to go to school, a ten-minute nap at noon would be very useful.

After seeing Liu Zhenhua off at 2 o'clock, I lingered on my way to the market. I still hadn't figured out how to tell Lao Wang. The name "Sun Zhancheng" still held influence in the minds of people of our generation, and I was afraid that telling him the truth would put pressure on him. But in the end, I decided to tell the truth. These things couldn't be kept secret, and besides, if Sun Zhancheng and his gang had any follow-up plans, Lao Wang needed to be prepared.

When we arrived at the stall, Old Wang saw that I looked normal and walked briskly, and asked me, "Didn't you have a drink with General Manager Li?"

"Without Mr. Li, it would be a trap," I said.

"What's the matter?"

"You know Sun Zhancheng, right?" I told Lao Wang everything that happened at noon, and took the opportunity to tell him Chen Bing's name as well, and let him know that he was a "remarkable capitalist". Of course, I only vaguely described our meal as "ending on bad terms", and naturally I couldn't mention the incident of Hao Hao hitting someone.

"That Li Ming is a real bastard, isn't he just playing dirty tricks behind people's backs?" That was Old Wang's first reaction. If he hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have even thought of it. Such a minor character wouldn't even be on my radar these days...

I emphasized, "The main people opposing us now are Sun Zhancheng and Wu Lianfeng."

Old Wang was indeed taken aback: "Why are these old guys getting involved in these things now?"

Li Ping overheard most of what was going on and then calmly said, "Those old guys made money back then by being bold and ruthless, taking advantage of people who hadn't seen the world before. If they continued down that path, it would be a miracle if they hadn't suffered a setback over the years—" Li Ping told me, "They might not be as rich as you are now."

Good heavens, has my net worth been revealed?

I said from the bottom of my heart, "Ping'er, you are a person of great wisdom."

Old Wang said, "Who cares if they have money or not? We're not doing anything crooked. If they're shameless enough to come here and cause trouble, we'll fight them head-on! I'll get the mop and durian ready right now!" Old Wang's thinking was the same as mine at first. He probably just thought a bunch of old guys would come and cause trouble, but I was still touched that he said that. After all, he didn't know that these old guys only had 400,000 in assets... well, that's already zero.

Just then my phone rang; it was the delivery driver who usually delivers goods to me.

I answered the phone, and the deliveryman sounded a bit exasperated: "Old Liu, the 15 pieces of 'Aksu' you ordered have arrived at the door, but the security guard won't let me in!"

"The security guard... is he short and fat?"

"Yes, that's him."

"Wait here, I'll go check."

After hanging up the phone, I said to Lao Wang, "Zhang Biao is causing trouble again. Watch the stall, I'll go deal with it." Knowing Lao Wang's temper, if he went there, he would definitely fight with Zhang Biao again. He's a person registered with the police station, and he can't afford any more trouble.

"I'm not going to fight him—"

Old Wang was about to say something more when I decisively said, "Don't go!" Then I quickly walked towards the main gate.

The delivery driver was driving a three-wheeled cargo vehicle, which was blocking the entrance. Zhang Biao, wearing his hat askew and glaring, spread his arms like a goalkeeper to block the three-wheeled vehicle.

The master saw me at a glance and called out, "Old Liu!"

I walked over and directly questioned Zhang Biao: "Why won't you let me in?"

Zhang Biao said matter-of-factly, "Isn't there a rule in the market that trucks aren't allowed to pass between 3:00 PM and 5:30 PM?"

I glanced at my watch; it was only 2:47. Considering Zhang Biao's rambling and unreasonable behavior all day, the deliveryman should have been at the door by at least 2:30. He's been delivering goods for years, so of course he knows this rule.

I held my phone up to Zhang Biao's face: "Look at the time!"

Zhang Biao turned his face away and said, "I'm not watching!" Several merchants who had gathered at the entrance to watch the commotion had already arrived, and Old Sun also came over, saying, "Zhang Biao, aren't you going too far by doing this?"

Zhang Biao cracked his neck and said to the delivery driver, "Now I need to check your vehicle registration and driver's license. Is that in accordance with the law?"

The master reluctantly handed him the ID. Zhang Biao slowly opened the ID, examining it from left to right, and asked, "Is this you?"

The master said, "What do you think?"

"My eyesight is a bit poor, I need to look at it carefully." After saying that, he picked up the two documents and looked at them over and over again.

Old Sun gave me a sympathetic look. This is why merchants generally don't want to offend Zhang Biao. If he wants to, he can always find a way to annoy you! In theory, it would be possible to find another manager to smooth things over, but the person in charge is usually not around at this time, and the security guards at the entrance are practically useless, so they have no say in the matter.

Just then, Aunt Xu pushed her bicycle to the door. Hao Hao's rope was tied to the back of the bicycle. Usually, Aunt Xu would half-pull and half-lead him, but today the rope had a curve...

"No unauthorized personnel allowed in the market!" Zhang Biao became even more excited when he saw Aunt Xu. He stuffed the deliveryman's ID into his pocket and gripped the handlebars of his bicycle with one hand.

Aunt Xu didn't say anything or get angry. She stubbornly pushed her bicycle forward, but she wasn't as strong as Zhang Biao, so the two of them were stuck in place.

I was so angry I yelled, "Zhang Biao, are you ever going to stop?"

The onlookers couldn't help but ask, "Did you appoint these unauthorized individuals?"

"Exactly, how do you know they're not here to buy fruit?"

Zhang Biao raised his head and said, "Buy fruit? Does she have money? Don't you know what she went in there for?"

People pointed fingers and gossiped, saying that Zhang Biao was a scoundrel.

Enraged by what he'd been told, Zhang Biao took two steps forward, kicked Hao Hao in the backside, and yelled, "If you don't leave, I'll kick your stupid son!" He knew exactly what to do to worry Aunt Xu the most.

I could see Hao Hao's eyes flicker, but he didn't dodge the kick. His eyes scanned the room and met mine. I winked at him—

I don't know if Hao Hao can understand my eye signals. Even for a normal person, a blink of my eye could mean many different things: endure it! Run away quickly! Cry!

Actually, I haven't fully figured out what I'm trying to say. Subjectively speaking, of course I hope Hao Hao kills him! But I'm also afraid that Hao Hao's unusual behavior will cause trouble—idiots never hit people, which is the main reason why they have been allowed to enter the market for so many years.

I blinked because I wanted to test Liu Zhenhua's 40-minute chip-making skills: was there a way to subdue the opponent without revealing my abilities...?

some!

When Zhang Biao kicked for the second time, Hao Hao instinctively moved to the side to dodge, and his heavy leather shoes naturally bumped against the heel of Zhang Biao's foot that was on the ground.

DUANG!

Zhang Biao immediately lost his balance and fell backward to the ground. The back of his head hit the back seat of the bicycle first, and then made intimate contact with the ground. He lay on the ground in a daze, his eyes unfocused.

"Hahahahaha." This burst of malicious laughter was also a shining moment of humanity.

No one helped Zhang Biao up; everyone crowded around to examine his disheveled appearance. From Zhang Biao's perspective, all he could see were smiling faces...

Finally, the kind delivery driver took the initiative to ask, "Are you alright?" and then casually took his ID from his pocket.

(End of this chapter)