Electronic Nezha

Chapter 89 I remember
Once outside, I waited for Lao Wang and Li Ping to leave by taxi one after the other. It was ostensibly out of concern from my boss and landlord, but in reality, I didn't want them to see me driving under the influence.

I can't just call a designated driver when I have such a big guy like Xiao Wu around, can I?
When I got home it was almost 10 o'clock. Liu Zhenhua was reciting the contents of his history textbook with his eyes closed and holding a tablet. This was their history homework for today. The teacher required everyone to upload a video. The children had all sorts of ways to prove their identities. Some closed their eyes, some covered their eyes with their hands, and some even covered their eyes with a mask.

After Liu Zhenhua finished reciting, I said, "Next time, check in earlier, don't leave it until the last minute. Don't the teachers sleep?" The computer was on, so it was obvious he had been playing all this time.

Liu Zhenhua said, "I'm considered early. Many people don't hand in theirs until 11 o'clock. Besides, am I just trying to fit the persona?"

"You're just lazy." It's fair to say that Liu Zhenhua's current behavior is far removed from that of a savior...

When Liu Zhenhua sat down at the computer, I told him about Qiao Yuchen's latest progress.

Liu Zhenhua opened WeChat on his computer screen and said, "It's good that there's medication involved. I'll help out and lend a hand." He then clicked on the add friend option and entered Qiao Yuchen's number.

I asked curiously, "Are you going to use 'talk therapy' on her?"

"I'm not that amazing. Let me play her a few pieces of music that can soothe depression. They're all generated by AI in the future, so there won't be any copyright issues."

"So that was done by your descendants?"

Liu Zhenhua corrected me, saying, "It's 'senior'."

Forgot about that? He's an AI from the apocalypse, so he only has predecessors and no descendants.

It's amazing how people are respected more as they get older, and how newer technology is given more influence. This is why Xiao Wu is so subservient to Yuan Yuan, even though Xiao Wu is actually much older than Yuan Yuan.

A message appeared on the screen: "Due to the other party's privacy settings, you cannot add them to your contacts."

Liu Zhenhua shrugged: "I've already set it to reject friend requests."

After hesitating for a while, I said, "How about... we think of a way?" Normally I would just laugh it off, since the girl wants to maintain her aloof image, but I wanted to help her now.

Liu Zhenhua said, "So I'll just add it anyway?"

"Yes, force it! Maybe she's already forgotten what she set it up. Doesn't depression affect memory?"

Liu Zhenhua said, "Qiao Yuchen is depressed, not stupid!" He hesitated for a moment, then said helplessly, "Fine, let's do as you say."

Then they added each other on WeChat. Liu Zhenhua sent Qiao Yuchen two audio clips and typed: "I am Liu Zhenhua. I know you like music, so I recommend two piano pieces to you."

Five or six minutes later, Qiao Yuchen sent a few words: "It sounds good." Whose work is it?
The audio from both ends combined is only about five or six parts, so it seems that Qiao Yuchen really listened to the whole thing.

Liu Zhenhua replied: Anonymous.

Qiao Yuchen sent a "?".

Liu Zhenhua replied: It was a niche music website that no longer exists. If you like it, I'll find some other works for you.

Qiao Yuchen: Thank you, let's listen to these two songs for today.

The two said goodnight to each other, and the girl never questioned how Liu Zhenhua had added her as a friend.

“Let me hear it—” I said, pointing to the two audio clips.

Liu Zhenhua pressed play, and it sounded like a gentle, tinkling melody. I wouldn't believe you if you said I had no musical taste. Back in high school, I listened to Richard Clayderman and almost went to Duan Shoujiang's "Sincere Heart" store to buy a "genuine" copy.

"It's not very interesting," I said.

"If you can understand the meaning, then something is wrong. This kind of music is specifically designed for depression. To a healthy person, it sounds a bit like white noise, but it has a soothing effect on people with depression."

I said, "What if Qiao Yuchen likes it and asks you for it again?"

Liu Zhenhua said, "I can make over ten thousand of these in an hour." ...

The next day, I went to the market as usual. As soon as I got to the entrance, Sister Zhao saw me. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. As I walked, people nodded and greeted me. But as I walked, I felt something was wrong. I looked back and saw that there were more than ten people following me, including Sister Zhao and Lao Sun.

"Fengzi is awesome!" As soon as I turned around, someone shouted.

Others joined in with random shouts, some calling him "Little Liu," some "Brother Liu," and of course, some "Fengzi."

I asked, puzzled, "I know I'm awesome, but which thing are you talking about?"

Everyone laughed, and Old Sun said, "We all heard about what happened last night from Zili and Liping. The Southerners wanted to continue with the unmanned fruit supermarket, but you stopped them."

Sister Zhao said, "I heard that the people from the South wanted you to be the general manager, but you didn't agree. Let me tell you, it's a good thing you didn't agree, otherwise you wouldn't even be able to get into the market today."

Someone immediately said, "They can get in, but they definitely can't get out."

Everyone laughed again.

Old Sun said, "We still want to hear you say it yourself. Are you sure the Southerners aren't going to do it?"

I said, "It's confirmed, all flights are today, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, the person will never be able to come back in this lifetime."

A burst of cheers erupted from the crowd.

That's the straightforwardness of small business owners. As long as it doesn't affect my ability to make money, everyone's happy. When Chen Yong suggested that I become an agent for the unmanned model, I had a fleeting thought about it, but I only imagined whether it would be successful if Liu Zhenhua were to do it. Even if it were successful, I wouldn't actually do it.

If Chen Bing's plan succeeds, it will have a short-term impact on the fruit market; having Liu Zhenhua take action would be the ultimate betrayal of these vendors. When the times decide to abandon them, there's nothing I can do, but I can't just travel to the future, acquire some technology, and forcibly abandon them—besides, I'm a man with two stalls here!
I waved to the people and said, "Alright, alright, go back to what you were doing."

The people were reluctant to leave, not because they insisted on a coronation ceremony for the new king, but because they had finally breathed a sigh of relief and needed to celebrate and process their feelings. The men gathered in twos and threes to smoke, while the women chattered amongst themselves.

I said loudly, "How about everyone bring me some fruit as a celebration?"

Amidst the laughter, a cold voice suddenly said, "Your son has been killed, and you're still celebrating."

I glanced into the crowd and called out, "Who's speaking?"

Old Wang slapped me and said, "What did you say?"

I shook my head. Either I was hallucinating, or it was just a jumble of random thoughts pieced together.

Just then, a very energetic young man carrying a large bouquet of roses walked quickly up to Li Ping, and I recognized him as Chen Feng.

Chen Feng handed the flowers to Li Ping with a smile and said, "Miss Li, I'm leaving this afternoon. It's an honor to have met you. If you ever come to Wenzhou, you must give me the chance to treat you to a meal."

Li Ping accepted the flowers gracefully and said, "Thank you."

Chen Feng looked into Li Ping's eyes and said, "You haven't agreed yet."

"Promise what?"

"Let me treat you to dinner."

"Okay... I'll definitely let you know if I go."

Chen Feng said, "But we don't have each other's phone numbers yet."

Li Ping said, "Just tell me the number, I remember it."

(End of this chapter)