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Chapter Sixteen: You Have to Eat This Kind of Rice

Human hearts are made of flesh and blood, and Zhao Zizhan was no exception.

Before he transmigrated, he was just a novelist who had failed in life. Asking him to do something like "everyone except me is an ant" and to become stronger by taking out the Blood Skull Immortal Gu was something he definitely couldn't do.

They keep talking about repressed desires, about the cyber-dead wife, about the little doro thing, but in the end, what they're repressing isn't sex, but love.

Does Zhao Zizhan lack love? Yes, he does. He has never experienced being loved unconditionally, and his current parents are making it difficult for him to cope.

On an emotional level, it's exhausting to have to hide things from someone who truly loves you. Zhao Zizhan didn't have that much energy; just guarding against outsiders and enemies in Terra was already enough to wear him down.

On a rational level, since one's own parents have resources, why not borrow them?

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If Zhao Zizhan had known earlier that his father owned a slaughterhouse, he would have had much more leeway in his actions, especially with the subsequent support from various industries and the economy.

The takeoff speed is something that a child struggling alone can never match.

Of course, we must still hold back some information and can only clarify part of it.

Time slipped by quietly as Zhao Zizhan prepared his words, while Ms. Cui Nianzhen acted swiftly, serving three dishes and a soup in almost no time.

"What are you two talking about? It's so lively outside." Cui Nianzhen reached behind her back to untie her apron. Zhao Miao stepped forward, helped Cui Nianzhen take off her apron, turned around and hung it in the kitchen. He then turned back and pulled out a chair for Cui Nianzhen. The whole process was smooth and efficient.

After sitting down, Old Zhao picked up a piece of food without saying a word and put it in his mouth. He was immediately surprised: "Mmm! Oh, it smells so good! Wife, your cooking skills are getting better and better!"

"Let your son eat first! It's really pathetic of you, a father, to fight with your own son for food!" Cui Nianzhen glared at Zhao Miao, but couldn't help but smile.

Old Zhao chuckled: "I was just telling my son about our family traditions. You wouldn't believe how successful our son has become..."

As Cui Nianzhen listened to Old Zhao's boasting about his son, her gaze also turned towards him.

"Mom, I just wanted to start a business, so I tried to run some errands myself..." Zhao Zizhan was still thinking about how to explain the whereabouts of the previous batch of ingredients.

“You’ve grown up, that’s a good thing… How was your first day doing business? Are you tired?” Cui Nianzhen didn’t ask about the whereabouts of the supplies, but instead inquired about Zhao Zizhan’s condition.

"You just came from the hospital and haven't fully recovered yet. It's so hot outside, can you handle it?"

Feeling his mother's warmth on the back of his head, Zhao Zizhan's nose tingled. He lowered his head abruptly, shoveled a mouthful of rice into his mouth, and said, "I'm fine, Mom. Let's talk about business."

Hearing Zhao Zizhan's words, Cui Nianzhen thought he was unhappy that she treated him like a child, so she smiled and withdrew her hand: "Okay, then let's hear how Zizhan's business is going?"

Getting down to business, Zhao Zizhan began to talk about his business plans.

In the future, Zhao Zizhan will inevitably expand the scale of his business. Although he was exhausted from moving 500 kilograms of things today, he still had some energy left. However, Zhao Zizhan's plan cannot really involve his parents.

Zhao Zizhan needed to leverage his parents' resources without actually involving them in the project, so he had to take control of it himself.

"Here's the thing, I've been talking to a company cafeteria these past couple of days about me being responsible for supplying their food ingredients. Because of our brand, they agreed, and I think this model is very interesting, so I plan to continue doing it."

"Starting with raw material supply, I plan to gradually build connections with that company, aiming to secure their entire catering supply chain..."

What Zhao Zizhan mentioned are very ordinary projects in 2025. Even friends who have worked in Shenzhen will find them very familiar. Isn't this just Hehele?

However, for 2004, this was a very novel concept. The traditional business model for catering had always been B2C, and this B2B model was a route that no catering company had ever thought of before. In other words, it was a completely new blue ocean.

Cui Nianzhen, who had been casually listening to her child's "business acumen" while eating, slowly changed her expression. Her keen business sense made her realize that there was great potential in this.

"Could you tell me more about your business plan, baby? Mommy's a little interested?"

"Ah... um... okay." Zhao Zizhan could only bite the bullet and bring over the whole routine from his previous life, but he could only give a rough outline, such as the integrated process from raw material procurement, production and processing, cooking and packaging to delivery. However, he could only give a rough outline.

Besides integrated catering, this also involves logistics and food delivery. Is it novel? Yes, it's very novel. Does it have a promising future? It has a very promising future.

However, given that the internet is not yet fully widespread, it has advantages, but those advantages are not that significant.

Cui Nianzhen quickly analyzed the pros and cons: it was feasible, but under the current circumstances, it was only suitable for small-scale trials, and the prospects for large-scale industrial investment were not clear.

Why not let my son give it a try? If it works, we can invest more money later.

"Okay, go for it! You probably don't have a storage location yet, right? Do you need your mom and dad to help you choose one?"

"You can apply directly to your dad for the procurement; allocating some money for you won't be a problem."

"real!?"

Zhao Zizhan was overjoyed. This entire warehousing and supply chain had been streamlined for him? This saved him so much trouble, and he didn't have to spend a single penny to get everything done?

Is this what it feels like to be a prodigy in a sect? It's incredibly exhilarating!

Cui Nianzhen smiled at Zhao Zizhan's expression: "What's the difference between real and fake? You're my precious child. If you want to do something, how could your mother not support you? Go for it with confidence. It's okay if you lose money; just consider it as gaining experience."

"By the way, do you have enough money? If not, I can send you some."

"Enough, enough!" Zhao Zizhan buried his face in the rice bowl.

The rice is cooked perfectly today, soft and delicious, and good for the stomach!

"Oh right, there's something else I forgot to tell you," Cui Nianzhen suddenly remembered, "I was just chatting with my best friend about it."

"Zizhan, you just recovered these past couple of days, right? Mom's thinking of ways to get you more exercise. Staying home all day can make you sick."

"My best friend told me I could go to the Children's Palace for an extracurricular class. It doesn't matter if I learn anything or not, I can just treat it as fun. It would allow me to socialize with peers and get some exercise. I think it's a good idea. Their kid can even help me out."

"Zizhan, what do you think?"

Chapter Seventeen: Action

Zhao Zizhan didn't have any particular interest in training, but the place where he was supposed to train was a bit of a concern.

The description of "youth palace" and "peers" always reminded Zhao Zizhan of a certain swordsman from a youth palace.

Logically speaking, a transmigrator like Zhao Zizhan, who is full of secrets, should stay away from the protagonist of the world, such as Senior Chu. However, Zhao Zizhan's actions of landing and setting off the coin minting operation exposed him completely, so it doesn't matter whether he comes into contact with him or not.

Having too many lice doesn't make you itch, and having too much debt doesn't make you worry. Without the burden on his mind, Zhao Zizhan still had some expectations for meeting his senior brother Chu.

But that's not necessarily true; maybe I'm just overthinking it! There are plenty of kids at the Children's Palace.

Ultimately, the family happily decided that Zhao Zizhan would go to the Children's Palace on the weekend to see if there were any programs that interested him.

After dinner, Zhao Zizhan helped his father wash the dishes and went back to his room to rest. Downstairs, the couple embraced, their emotions no less than Zhao Zizhan's.

“This child has been a little different these days,” Zhao Miao said with a smile, putting her arm around Cui Nianzhen’s waist.

"Yes, he's become more mature and sensible. He talks about his plans with great clarity and logic, which is quite a bit unusual," Cui Nianzhen replied.

"Children will always grow up someday."

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The next day, Zhao Zizhan got up very early and walked downstairs in his sportswear, only to bump into his mother who was drinking water early in the morning.

"Zizhan, what's wrong with you...?"

"Oh, Mom, didn't you say I should exercise more? I was thinking of getting up early to go for a run and get some exercise..."

Cui Nianzhen couldn't help but laugh. She was still just a child, acting on a whim: "Then I'll make you some breakfast. Remember to eat it when you get back from your run."

"Understood!" Zhao Zizhan's voice had already disappeared outside the door.

"Boss, the guy's out!" Seeing Zhao Zizhan appear at the door, the team members who were still dozing off perked up.

"I saw him, keep an eye on him!"

"Attention all units, attention all units, target spotted, target spotted!" Many team members sprang into action at these repeated reminders.

As Zhao Zizhan strolled out of the villa, he jogged along the roadside. As he passed a Xiali sedan, he glanced into the car before turning back and continuing to run.

"two....."

As he turned the corner, Zhao Zizhan slowed his pace slightly, looking at the breakfast stalls along the roadside, seemingly attracted by the breakfast options. As he passed the pancake stall, he secretly memorized the appearance of the stall owner.

"Three..."

After running past a villa, Zhao Zizhan shielded his eyes with one hand, looked at the sky, muttered to himself that it was so hot so early, and continued to speed up forward.

"Four..."

After running out of the villa area, Zhao Zizhan saw a security camera at an intersection, silently memorized its location, and continued running outwards.

Surveillance in this era is not like in the previous life. There is no network of cameras like Skynet. It mainly relies on human surveillance. Zhao Zizhan ran around the villa area and used his spell ability to memorize all the people who were watching him.

Spells are not always omnipotent. For example, Zhao Zizhan's parents knew about his actions, but because they had no ill intentions towards him, the spells had no effect on them.

He couldn't rely entirely on the incantation and had to be prepared for both possibilities. Also, those who were watching him were most likely government officials, and remembering their faces would be helpful for Zhao Zizhan's plans.

As Zhao Zizhan ran, he followed the location in the ring and headed in a certain direction.

His purpose in coming out was threefold: first, to gain some free time with his parents; second, to get to know the people who were watching him up close; and third, to find Deadpool's location.

There's no way I can sleep until it's completely dead.

Although the authorities are watching us right now, is that a bad thing?

Zhao Zizhan's current actions are indeed strange to these officers, but weren't his previous search of Kassel College and purchase of large quantities of food also strange?

If that's the case, then let's make it even stranger and more outrageous.

What is the fastest way for a person to make progress?

Murder and arson, then accept amnesty.

As Zhao Zizhan ran, he passed by the Children's Palace, which was indeed a very large building. The morning sunlight gilded the colorful exterior walls of the Children's Palace, and there were many children laughing and talking by the flower beds in the square in front of the building.

It takes fifteen minutes to get from Zhao Zizhan's home to the Children's Palace.

These fifteen minutes were a distance Zhao Zizhan couldn't reach even in his previous life, even after a lifetime.

Turning his gaze away, Zhao Zizhan now had to fight for his own survival. The Youth Palace, the Youth Palace—it was nothing like the carefree days of youth…

While Zhao Zizhan was transforming into Brot Fender and beginning his life as a Bloodhound, the executive department staff were naturally not idle either.

They certainly weren't there specifically to keep an eye on Zhao Zizhan; their main purpose in watching Zhao Zizhan was to find that Deadpool.

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Transformed in a busy downtown area, killed six people, with only one little boy surviving. This is a serious provocation against the authorities' bottom line. China has already told Kassel that if they can't handle this, they should hand it over to us.

The authorities certainly wouldn't do this for just one thing; their intention was that from now on, Kassel would no longer interfere in matters related to the Chinese Dragon Clan.

So no matter what, this Deadpool has to die.

But this thing is strangely slippery. Unlike the ordinary Deadpool who only knows how to offer loyalty, it went into hiding after killing seven people and never showed its face again.

This caught the execution team members who came to eliminate the dead servant off guard. The main reason was that the incident was sudden, and most of the execution team members were combat-type Word Spirits, who were there to kill the dead servant as soon as possible. Who would have thought that the dead servant would turn to military strategy instead of recipes?

It would take time to urgently deploy investigative Word Spirits, and Zhao Zizhan, the boy who miraculously survived the clutches of the Deadpool, was the only clue they could obtain.

"Boss, what do you think he's been doing all this way?"

Watching Zhao Zizhan's seemingly casual yet clearly purposeful route and the backpack he carried, the man in the trench coat inside the car narrowed his eyes: "He's looking for someone."

"Find someone?"

"Yes, the people who killed him."

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The man in the trench coat took another sip of whiskey from his pocket, a slight smile playing on his lips. "This young man has quite the temper... He can't stand the slightest grievance. He's barely recovered from his injuries and he's already out seeking revenge."

One of the team members suddenly realized: "You mean he's looking for Deadpool!"

Chapter 18: Preparing for the Expedition

Kassel, in the end, is still a dragon-slaying school. There may be all sorts of problems, such as internal strife, undercurrents between the Camarilla and the conservatives, and constant conflicts of interest. However, with Principal Angers in charge, Kassel can live up to his uncle's words: Kassel may go bankrupt, but it will not change its nature.

Angers is a typical pragmatist; in his eyes, everything capable of slaying dragons is something that can be united.

Under the principal's philosophy, the commissioners in Kassel naturally followed suit, maintaining an open and inclusive attitude towards all dragon-slaying talents.

Therefore, although Zhao Zizhan's current actions can be described as somewhat strange, they are not that strange. Overall, he can be classified as one of the comrades-in-arms, and the officials do not have any hostility towards him.

Upon hearing that Zhao Zizhan was looking for Deadpool, the other team members were startled: "He's actually looking for Deadpool?"

"Sure enough, I knew he'd have a lead!" Another team member slammed his hand on the table, his eyes gleaming with excitement. These past few days, the pressure from the Chinese side had been immense, and the school's urging had never ceased. The frontline team members were like helpless husbands caught in the middle of a bitter feud between their mother and daughter-in-law, suffering from both sides. And that damned Deadpool, after committing the crime, had remained hidden like a coward, driving everyone to desperation. Now, finally, there was a lead—who wouldn't be excited?

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But that damn Deadpool is like a turtle, stubbornly refusing to show his face after committing the crime, which has driven everyone crazy. Now that we can finally take down that damn Deadpool, who wouldn't be excited?

"But his actions seem to suggest he knows exactly where Deadpool is...? Could it be...?"