Mastering the Sword Manual, sweeping across the globe

"...That's not what I meant. The current situation is that we can't intervene administratively. How about we try to mediate?"

"Then I'll have to trouble you," the young man said.

The market inspector turned around and faced the merchants.

"Since this has already caused an unpleasant situation, and Mr. Ma is a tourist from out of town, shouldn't you refund his remaining balance in full?"

Sister Rong stepped forward, her face showing just the right amount of embarrassment.

“This leader has spoken, and this gentleman is a man of principle… I can give it a try.” She hesitated for a second, “But let me confirm first: after the top-up-one-get-one-free offer, the total is 12400 yuan, the consumption amount is 11200 yuan, and the balance is 1200 yuan, right?”

The young man nodded.

"If it's a refund, it definitely can't be included in the recharge bonus... So, it's 600 yuan?"

Sister Rong looked at him with a smile.

Why not just max out the unlucky guy's entire balance? Of course, it's to leave some travel expenses in case things get too extreme.

Why not just max out the recharge amount all at once? Of course, it's to leave some room for maneuver. To save face for the authorities, and to give the unlucky ones a way out—a few hundred yuan is just a small favor.

Everyone looked at the young man.

The young man's face was expressionless.

"If possible, I'll apply to headquarters right now." Sister Rong's smile deepened.

Just then, the young man suddenly turned his head and looked to his left.

"That's what they told you back then?"

Everyone followed his gaze.

There was clearly no one there—

wrong.

At that very moment, the market supervisor, Xiaoya, Tony, the receptionist, and Sister Rong—all seven of them—realized something.

To the young man's left, on another barber chair, sat yet another person.

Both were young, both were male, and both had hair that looked like it had been chewed by a dog.

Even...it looks familiar.

Just ten days ago, the same unlucky guy encountered the same trick at this store, reported it to the authorities, reported it to the market supervision bureau, and finally got 300 yuan to buy a ticket to go home.

Xiaoya's face turned pale instantly.

The scissors in Tony's hand fell to the ground with a "snap".

Rongjie's smile froze on her face, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

For a moment, the entire barbershop was so quiet that you could hear the hum of the air conditioner.

The group's gazes shifted back and forth between the young man and the figure that had suddenly appeared beside him, and a chill ran down their spines.

At that same instant, in the memories of several people—including the market supervisor—a memory suddenly surfaced of yet another young man with a dog-chewed hairstyle, who had appeared an hour earlier—

No, he had been right there beside me from the moment this calm, composed, and unflappable young man walked in, when I asked him questions, when he washed his hair, when he cut his hair, when I reported to the authorities, when I filed a complaint.

Why did I never notice this before?

Why must we have known each other before we meet?

[A Blood Sword Sect disciple who has achieved minor success in cultivation and whose talent is already on full display, this is a common method for concealing their aura to avoid being easily eliminated by a passing powerful figure from a Holy Sect or Taoist sect they don't like.]

[Well, over tens of thousands of years, through generations of research and development, it has become quite sophisticated, and I can easily enchant my minions in the same way.]

One second later.

An even more chilling discovery has emerged:

"High-speed rail hero!"

"Delivery Hero!"

"China's Superman!"

"...!!!"

"Patrol Hero!!!"

“Hmm,” Zhang Qiliang nodded, his expression still calm and gentle, his smile still so heartwarming: “Since we’re so familiar with each other, please inform the relevant officials and department heads of the district’s express delivery team, market supervision bureau, court, commerce bureau, tax bureau, development and reform commission, consumer association, and all come over for a good chat.”

"Oh, right, there's also the resident doctor in this district."

97 has committed another offense.

(This chapter focuses on public opinion and foreshadowing, and is written by a passerby who is a live streamer.)

Upon recognizing Zhang Qiliang, everyone in the store broke out in a sweat within a second, even in an air-conditioned environment that was no more than 22 degrees Celsius.

This is the kind of "person" who can grab a building weighing hundreds of thousands of tons, fling it for more than ten kilometers, and throw it into the Atlantic Ocean!

Moreover, this "person" can be as warm and inviting as their smile, and just as fierce as they can be...

Just thinking about it made them all start to tremble. Xiaoya was even more direct: she had lost control of her bladder.

—The Wall Street incident is the hottest news in the world, with unprecedented popularity. Even ten World Cups combined cannot compare to a single hair on this news.

Consequently, Zhang Qiliang's actions recently have also taken over every section of all media outlets at breakneck speed.

The market supervisor leading the team started making phone calls, his hands trembling.

The first call I made was to the director of the market supervision bureau. —Luckily, I wasn't a leader!

The second call was to the district office, which is a publicly available contact number within the establishment, but if you make random calls for no reason, your good days are numbered.

After hearing the explanation, the office manager's voice trembled even through the phone line: "I...I...I'll report right away."

No one in the government system would dare to make such a joke; it's not that their good days are over, it's that they've completely given up on life.

Within minutes, really, at most three minutes, the first official vehicle appeared outside the store.

The fastest, of course, is always the fast class.

The head of the express yamen in charge of this area, and the deputy head of the express yamen in charge of this street, have arrived.

A few dozen seconds later, the two rapid response team members and the auxiliary team member who had just been on duty arrived.

A few dozen seconds later, the district's chief constable, the deputy chief constable in charge of the street, the deputy chief constable in charge of public security, and so on arrived one after another.

About five or six minutes later, the unlucky guys from the Censorate and the Court of Judicial Review began to appear.

Outside the door, a long row of red and blue overhead lights quickly attracted the attention of passersby.

Of course, most people would keep their distance from such official vehicles. Many would even take a detour, crossing the zebra crossing to the other side and then circling back at the next intersection. Some would even turn around after just one glance – let whoever wants to stroll through this run-down street do as they please!

Of course, there's never a shortage of daring people in this world.

There are a few who dare to join in even this kind of excitement!

And so, they were blessed:

Holy crap! China's Superman!

"Holy crap! High-speed rail hero/delivery hero/patrol hero/building-dropping hero/flying hero..."

As mentioned earlier, these guys are generally very bold; one of them even greeted Zhang Qiliang, saying, "Brother Ming, can I take a picture of you?"

"Live stream?" Zhang Qiliang asked.

"Mmm-hmm." The young man who asked the question nodded repeatedly.

"How will the tips be split?" Zhang Qiliang asked with a smile.

"..." The young man paused for a moment: "You have 9 and I have 1?"

"Okay," Zhang Qiliang nodded in agreement.

"Me too! Me too!" "Me too! Me too!" The others quickly followed suit.

"Anything is fine." Zhang Qiliang agreed to everything.

Given Zhang Qiliang's popularity, the speed at which these people's live streams became a sensation can only be described as explosive.

As soon as the camera was turned on, the traffic surged in like a dam bursting.

The young man who started the live stream initially had only a few dozen inactive followers, but the moment he pointed the camera at Zhang Qiliang—

Three thousand.

Ten thousand.

fifty thousand.

One hundred thousand.

The numbers are jumping faster than my heart is racing.

The live chat exploded:

"Holy crap, it really is him!!!"

"Where is this location? I'm taking a taxi there now!"

"Ming-ge, please smile! Please, just smile!"

"Hey streamer, aren't you afraid of dying standing so close???"

"Who is this? Why are they suddenly pushing this on me?"

"Upstairs, did you sleep for three days and three nights straight?"

"This is a living nuclear weapon, brother!"

The second girl who started streaming had such shaky hands that the screen was shaking like an earthquake, but nobody cared about the picture quality—thousands of comments were popping up every second, gift effects filled the screen, carnivals were happening one after another, and rockets were flying like fireworks.

"So handsome!!"

"Brother Ming, please take me as your underling! I can do anything!"

"Do you even deserve to be called a hero? They can lose a building, what can you lose? Your reputation?"

The third anchor was quick-witted; he immediately switched to an English channel and yelled into the camera, "This is the guy! The building thrower! He's right here in China! Live!"

The foreign audience was bewildered:

"Wait, is he real?"

"I thought that was CGI!"

"Bro that's Superman without the cape."

"He's smiling? HE'S SMILING??"

“Why is he in a random shop???”

In just five minutes, the number of viewers in several live streams all exceeded 30 million.

#DeliveryHeroAppears# #BuildingLossHeroLiveStream# #ChinaSuperheroOnline# It immediately surged to the top three trending topics, followed by a bright red "Explosive" character.

Weibo's servers started lagging.

TikTok urgently expands its capacity.

The topic of "encountering Superman's outfit" on Xiaohongshu also inexplicably became popular - some people took screenshots and analyzed what brand Zhang Qiliang's T-shirt was.

It's even crazier overseas.

Half of the top ten trending topics on Twitter are about this:

“Chinese Superman Live”

“Building Thrower spotted”

"He's real and he's smiling"

On YouTube, the live stream recording garnered over a million views in less than ten minutes, with the comments section featuring a diverse mix of languages.

“America has the military, China has this guy.”

"We're so screwed if he ever gets angry."

“Why is he so cute though???”

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