There's something wrong with me

The end of the eleventh month since returning to reality.

Z1 had been rolled out across most of Da Xia's provinces.

Apart from some minor electricity fluctuations and adjustments in the initial months, the power grid was now extremely stable.

And on this day.

The first snow after the Spring Festival.

Today was the sixteenth, and everyone was basically back at work.

The snow was light, which was nice.

Zhang Feng came out of the base, looking at the snowflakes in the sky and the whiteness on the ground.

It had been a long time since he had seen snow in the real world.

For the past few winters, he had been holed up in the base.

And when he wanted to see the snow, he would use a holographic projection.

That was too technological.

After about half an hour.

He strolled out of the shielded area.

Zhang Feng took out his fully charged phone and saw that the Curator and the others had left him messages.

Besides their messages, there were also thousands of New Year's text message greetings.

All from CEOs, martial arts masters, and heads of organizations from all over the world.

And their greetings all contained words like 'Pioneer,' 'Director Zhang,' and 'Grandmaster Zhang'.

This proved that these greetings were not mass-produced.

At the same time, Zhang Feng sent out a mass text message saying 'Happy New Year to all'.

Otherwise, it would take forever to reply to these thousands of messages.

After sending these messages.

Zhang Feng then looked at the messages from his friends.

After a quick glance, nothing much was happening, the most common question was 'Drinking for the New Year?'

And now it was the 'Sixteenth Day of the New Year'.

Everyone was back at work, what was there to drink about?

But, it wasn't impossible.

… …

Evening, seven o'clock.

At home.

Zhang Feng cooked a table full of dishes.

About three minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Opening the door, the first to arrive was Little Li.

Looking at his somewhat chubby belly.

Zhang Feng smiled and patted it with his hand, "What's with that? Are you planning to learn how to be a fitness influencer?"

"Brother Zhang…" Little Li rubbed his patted belly, "I didn't want to either, but after you left, there was no one leading the way, so I got lazy."

"Well, based on what you said, it's indeed my fault." Zhang Feng grabbed him and led him in, "Don't just stand there after coming in, go to the kitchen and wash the pots.

I'll go downstairs to buy some skewers."

"No need." Little Li took off his cotton coat, and while going to wash the dishes, he replied: "I already bought them downstairs, and I was in line.

I happened to run into Master Wang and Old Wu.

They said that my constitution wasn't good and were afraid that I would get cold, so they let me come up first."

"Your constitution really needs to be worked on." Zhang Feng heard that someone had already bought them, so he didn't go out, "Since you don't want to exercise, I've already told you about some things."

Zhang Feng looked at him, "Recently, a kind of body-strengthening pill has come out, the one that's advertised on TV in our province every day.

This is real, ordinary people can also take it, it's a little over a thousand for a bottle, and it can add 1 point to your physique.

The limit is around 12.

But it's not about eating twelve bottles, but that the pill has no effect after the user's physique reaches 12.

You can take about two bottles, and that should be about right.

However, the prerequisite for taking this medicine is that your physique is at 9, and you are between twenty-four and forty years old.

You happen to meet all the requirements perfectly.

Although it's not beneficial to the people at the moment, and a thousand is a bit expensive, they are also trying to improve.

While ensuring the efficacy of the medicine, they are trying to reduce costs."

"Is it Ocean Pharmaceuticals?" Little Li also knew about this, "I heard that a private enterprise like them was actually able to come up with such a medicine?

That's really amazing.

And I heard that the medical equipment they used…"

Little Li whispered: "Was it approved by the data center?"

"Yes." Zhang Feng nodded, "It was approved by me, and the head of Ocean Pharmaceuticals, Director Hai, can be considered one of the first people to follow me.

I'll have him send you a few bottles later."

"Okay…" Little Li didn't refuse disappointingly, but nodded in response, and went to wash the pots.

Zhang Feng saw Little Li washing the pots, so he sat down on the sofa, turned on the TV, and looked to see if there were any good dramas to watch.

As soon as he turned it on, the advertisement for the pills he had just mentioned popped up.

"Strong physique, good efficacy, one pill strengthens muscles and bones…"

In the advertisement, it was this year's 'First Martial Artist' of the province endorsing it.

This First Martial Artist did not include the curator and the coaches.

It was selected from the 'Martial Arts Trainees' of the province.

Last month, there was a province-wide martial arts competition.

And at this moment.

Zhang Feng had nothing to do, so he watched the advertisement.

At the end of the advertisement, the CEO of Ocean Pharmaceuticals, Director Hai, also appeared.

Zhang Feng couldn't help but laugh when he saw him.

Because this CEO was interesting, he would buy a martial arts gym if you told him to, and he would sell it directly if you told him to sell it.

He was completely an obedient little brother.

People like this, obedient people, and people who helped him in the beginning, really needed a hand.

But now it could be considered that he had put them on the right track.

Their '+1 Pill' trick, making fifty yuan a bottle, was enough to recover some of the costs.

As long as they could sell 20 million bottles, at least their research costs would be recovered.

As for the more expensive equipment costs, land costs, the loss difference from the previous big sales, and the daily operating expenses of the company, etc.

This would have to be sold at over 200 million bottles.

And with the current market, the electricity costs were infinitely reduced, and it was a prosperous era of martial arts.

He would definitely be able to sell it, recover the costs, and make money.

They had persevered for more than two years, and it could be considered that they had made it through.

Of course, during these two years.

Zhang Feng had also allocated some sponsorship funds to them through the big data center, otherwise, they really wouldn't be able to withstand this kind of extraordinary research, as well as the daily wear and tear expenses of world-class equipment, etc.

In contrast, Zhang Feng occasionally looked at their academic research and felt that some of the things could indeed be learned from.

And sometimes he also sent a few researchers to their place to learn some unorthodox methods.

It could be considered an exchange of learning.

It could also be considered 'semi-support'.

Similarly, Zhang Feng also suddenly realized that if he really relied on a group of CEOs to do research and development, then not only would the funds not be enough, but the research power would also be far from enough.

This volume was too low, too low, and they simply couldn't do extraordinary projects.

But it was precisely their unorthodox methods, this kind of 'half-extraordinary' small pill invention.

It looked useless, and the price was a bit expensive, but it could also be considered a fun innovation.

Moreover, as long as there was this kind of innovation, then many private medical companies, etc., might also come up with some strange medicines, enriching the extraordinary society, as well as treatment-related medicines.

He couldn't just rely on the official and his own efforts.

After all, the world belonged to the people of the world.

Zhang Feng would at most try to make some things that were not very beneficial to the people, as beneficial as possible.

Tap tap—

Just as he was thinking about the big picture, a knock on the door rang.

Hearing this voice, it was Master Wang.

Waiting to open the door.

Master Wang was now very strong, holding two cases of beer in one hand, and a huge alloy knife weighing at least one hundred and fifty pounds in the other, as if he was playing with it.

"What are you doing bringing a knife to my door?" Zhang Feng's thinking paused for a moment when he saw his posture.

"The curator made the knife." Master Wang came in with a smile, "He couldn't lift it, so he asked me to bring it."

"Old Wang is still running fast."

The voice came from downstairs again.

Doctor Wu was carrying the barbecued skewers, followed by the curator who kept sniffling.

Zhang Feng laughed when he saw the curator's appearance, "Damn, I'm really impressed by you, can't you just get some medicine for your cold?

Did you have to come to my house to get treatment?

If I didn't invite you to drink today, would you not have treated it today?"

… …

A big drinking session started.

"Five魁首啊八匹马…" The curator's cold was better, and he was in high spirits, playing finger-guessing games with Little Li.

Master Wang said he was delivering the knife, but he started playing with it in the hall.

It's just that with his physique, it was easy to pick it up, but when he started playing with it, the person swayed with the knife.

Doctor Wu was looking at a brief report.

It was about the small pills.

About two minutes.

Zhang Feng saw that he had finished reading it, and asked: "How are these pills?"

"They're very good, Teacher Zhang." Doctor Wu praised: "To be honest, our hospital has also bought their pills and analyzed them, but we didn't expect that there were so many encryption steps inside, and it was indeed not easy to decipher."

"Then are you interested in going to their company to take a look?" Zhang Feng went straight to the point, "Also, they have recently separated some of their research power and want to develop some medicines for bruises and injuries.

What I'm thinking is that the research power of the provincial hospital and them can merge a bit, to see if they can solve this problem and come up with a people-benefiting special medicine for bruises and injuries as soon as possible.

For example, for injuries that usually take ten days to heal with medicine, this medicine, not to say how special it is, but at least reduce a day or two.

So that people who practice martial arts can get better sooner and practice sooner."

"Yes…" Hearing the serious matter, Master Wang also put down the knife, moving his somewhat sore arms, "There are more and more people learning martial arts now.

Sometimes sparring, touching hands, and even those with explosive tempers fighting a few times, this medicine for bruises and injuries is still very important.

Relying solely on those on the market now, it's too slow to heal.

Although going to the hospital, you can use your weakened resonance techniques to repair it, which can speed up the recovery time.

But I and the people in my martial arts gym are told that doctors have more important patients to treat.

If you fall or bump, just rub it a few times and it'll be fine."

"Yes… is…" The curator was not yet drunk, "I also saw this matter, and I also arranged for the people in our martial arts gym to do the same.

But it's better to be faster, how about it Old Wu, Master Zhang, what can I do to help?"

"Just play finger-guessing games." Zhang Feng ignored him, and looked separately at Doctor Wu, who was interested, "If you have any ideas, I'll have Director Hai contact you later.

Then you can hand over the work."

I remember you're now the president of the provincial pharmaceutical association, right?

"Yes." Doctor Wu said with a smile: "Thanks to Teacher Zhang, I'm still young, but I've reached such a high position."

"You're almost fifty Old Wu, not young." Zhang Feng shook his head, "It's okay to exercise a bit.

This way, after this matter is completed, I don't care if you have anything or not, I'll directly arrange for someone to hand over all your work.

When will you learn to visualize, and when will you return to your position."

"Teacher Zhang…" Doctor Wu wanted to say something, even more worried about the future patients.

"That's it." Zhang Feng directly interrupted, "You will listen to whatever I say.

Besides, after you learn visualization, it will be relatively easier to practice overclocking. By then, you'll be able to heal even more people than you can now."

Zhang Feng knew that Doctor Wu just wanted to heal the sick and save people.

Using this as a starting point could force him to comply.

Zhang Feng didn't want to spend years like this, watching his friends grow old and leave one by one.

Reality doesn't pause.

… …

Evening.

It was a freezing day, and the ground was covered in snow.

On the street.

Zhang Feng put on his hat, sunglasses, and mask, and looked back at Doctor Wu and the others, who were rubbing their hands together.

"Stop rubbing. You'll warm up if you run."

… …

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The next morning.

At home.

Zhang Feng got out of bed and looked outside.

Most of the snow on the ground had disappeared, swept away by the sanitation workers.

"Ho ho…"

On the distant street downstairs, there were still young people exercising in the morning, throwing punches and running.

Such people were not uncommon. You could even see white-collar workers in suits and ties jogging while practicing punches.

The atmosphere of martial arts practice had become increasingly intense.

Basically, out of every five hundred people on the street, one hundred practiced martial arts, and at least one of them was a professional.

The rest also knew some simple knowledge of martial arts.

Whoosh—

In Zhang Feng's observation, which made the distant seem near, he could see that one professional martial artist was completely different from the others.

His running posture was more standard, and he was practicing with weights.

Swish swish…

Several ordinary martial artists followed behind him, learning.

When they ran to the traffic lights three hundred meters away, the professional martial artist stopped, and these martial artists went forward to ask for advice.

Moreover, some of the other pedestrians waiting for the traffic lights also pricked up their ears to listen.

'Not bad.' Zhang Feng liked this martial arts atmosphere very much.

Then he put on his sunglasses, hat, and mask.

To experience it for himself.

… …

Arriving on the street.

Zhang Feng walked along, watching.

Just like that, he walked several streets without realizing it.

Zhang Feng saw that the situation at his own doorstep was happening everywhere within his sight.

Learning martial arts had become a normal part of life.

Even downstairs at one company, a human resources manager was leading employees in practicing fierce Southern Fist and Bajiquan.

The bursts of shouts and the powerful sounds of fists and feet.

At a glance, it seemed like this company was not to be trifled with.

But looking at the company's name, it turned out to be selling baby products.

Zhang Feng glanced at them a few times and shook his head in his heart, preparing to continue walking.

However, as his gaze turned to the bus stop two hundred meters ahead.

There, a thief was reaching into the pocket of a middle-aged man waiting for the bus, taking out a mobile phone.

This thief also had some minor martial arts skills.

Zhang Feng paused when he saw this scene.

Why are there thieves everywhere?

Zhang Feng felt like he had a feud with thieves.

But upon closer thought, his 'Eyes That See a Thousand Miles' allowed him to see the entire street in detail.

With such comprehensive vision, he seemed to be able to see things that he wouldn't normally see.

And now that he had seen it, he might as well catch him.

Whoosh—

The moment the thought landed.

Zhang Feng leaped out in one step. To outsiders, it looked like he had disappeared directly from downstairs at the baby product company.

"Manager… did someone just disappear…"

Several employees who were practicing punches were suddenly stunned.

At the same time, Zhang Feng, with superhuman nerve reactions and the blessing of spiritual sense, accurately avoided the pedestrians on the road.

Only the speed was a little slow, only thirty meters in one step.

"Who just passed by?"

The pedestrians who had been dodged by Zhang Feng felt a figure flash in front of them, bringing a gust of wind.

Before they could react.

Zhang Feng had already arrived next to the bus stop, placing his hand on the shoulder of the thief, who had his back to him.

"Who?"

The thief was startled, shaking off the hand on his shoulder as he turned to look at Zhang Feng.

The others, seeing Zhang Feng suddenly appear, were surprised.

"When did he appear here?"

'Was there anyone here just now?'

Several pedestrians were curious, sizing up the strangely dressed Zhang Feng.

"You've mistaken me," the thief said casually, seeing many people looking over, preparing to leave.

Zhang Feng didn't say anything, but with a slight kick of his left foot to the back of the thief's knee, he fell to the ground with a thud.

At the same time, before he could curse.

Zhang Feng saw a middle-aged pedestrian looking over. "Don't just watch the excitement. Hurry up and check yourself. Is your phone missing from your pocket?"

"Me?" The middle-aged man was first stunned, then touched his trouser pocket and found that his phone was really gone.

"Are you looking for trouble?" the thief said fiercely, wanting to scare Zhang Feng away and preparing to take the opportunity to slip away after Zhang Feng exposed him.

"It's on him." Zhang Feng completely ignored him, instead kicking the thief's upper pocket with his foot, and the phone was knocked out with skillful force, accurately landing in front of the middle-aged man's chest.

The middle-aged man panicked for a moment to catch it, then reacted and quickly said, "Thank you! Thank you!"

"So he's catching a thief!" The surrounding people also understood.

"Doesn't his voice sound a bit familiar?" But there were still a few people sizing up Zhang Feng.

"Don't you think he looks a bit familiar?"

"Did he suddenly appear just now? Is… is that President Zhang's shrinking the earth into an inch?"

The few people sized him up, and in their hearts, they had vaguely guessed who this brave person was.

This guess made them very excited.

"The kick to the phone used qi?" Ten meters away, a professional martial artist recognized it directly, feeling a sense of dizziness from seeing an idol, "Is… is that President Zhang?"

"You…"

Especially next to Zhang Feng, a young man showed an even more excited expression, asking with a trembling and admiring voice, "Are you a Pioneer?"

'I've been recognized?' Seeing that he was exposed, Zhang Feng no longer concealed himself, but instead generously took off his mask and glasses, and looked at the young man who was so excited that he was speechless.

"Classmate, do you have a phone?"

Zhang Feng pointed to the thief on the ground who was completely frightened. "Call the police and send him where he needs to go."

"Okay… okay…" The young man responded quickly, then unlocked his phone in a panic.

"Zhang… Zhang…" The thief's teeth chattered, and then he fainted from fright.

"Grandmaster Zhang!" The people nearby, seeing that it was indeed Zhang Feng, were as excited as the young man.

At the same time, the pedestrians passing by.

The people riding electric bikes on the street, as well as the people driving cars.

When they saw that something strange was happening here and turned their attention over, there was a chorus of braking sounds.

"Damn, am I seeing things right?"

"Quick! Look! It's President Zhang! President Zhang!"

"Pioneer! I love you!"

"God of Technology!"

"I saw Grandmaster Zhang! I saw Grandmaster Zhang! The person who disappeared just now was Grandmaster Zhang!"

The moment Zhang Feng took off his mask and sunglasses, it directly caused a sensation on the street.

Especially the pedestrians on the surrounding streets, as well as the personnel from the baby product company over there, all rushed towards Zhang Feng's side.

Moreover, as they shouted "President Zhang" and "Pioneer," they attracted even more people to come over.

'I didn't expect my reputation to be even greater.'

Zhang Feng saw the swarm of people coming over, and then looked at the thief on the ground who had already fainted from fright.

Subsequently.

Zhang Feng looked at the several professional martial artists in the crowd.

Relying on their high physique, they had already run to the front of all the passersby.

"Grandmaster Zhang!"

They were very excited, recording videos while running wildly towards Zhang Feng.

But within about five meters of Zhang Feng, everyone consciously stopped.

Only the people behind kept pushing, which also made the people in front keep moving forward.

For a moment, it was unclear whether the people in front were pushed forward or whether they deliberately wanted to get closer to their idol.

At the same time, in the envious gazes of everyone, Zhang Feng smiled and waved to the martial artists in front.

"You few kids, come over, hold him down and wait for the local law enforcement to arrive."

"Okay… okay!"

"Yes!"

They excitedly accepted the order and came up to detain the thief.

"Pioneer!"

"President Zhang!"

Only, the passersby saw that these martial artists were so close to the Pioneer, and some martial artists could even use their mobile phones to record Zhang Feng up close.

At this moment, envy and jealousy rose in their hearts, and most of the people on the road wanted to come over and take a photo with the Pioneer.

But Zhang Feng saw that because of him, the traffic here was already paralyzed. Before more people were affected, he cupped his fists to the crowd who had rushed over and said:

"Thank you for your kindness, goodbye."

At the moment the words fell.

The crowd barely saw Zhang Feng leap out in one step, already on the roof of the two-story restaurant in front.

Another step was like instantaneous movement, on the three-story company building a hundred meters away.

With another step, he appeared standing outside the crowd one hundred and seventy meters away.

The fourth step crossed the congested traffic, appearing at the traffic light intersection in the distance.

The last step had already left the crowded street, disappearing from their sight.

Leaving behind only the sluggish crowd holding their phones.

Five steps in three seconds, a distance of nearly three hundred meters. They simply hadn't reacted before Zhang Feng had already left.

"Did I see it wrong… or is the Pioneer getting more and more amazing…"

"Amazing… I guess?"

"I feel… Grandmaster Zhang is no longer human… but is really about to cultivate into an immortal…"