NIP Chapter 17 The whole world is waiting for him to save the world, but he's actually concerned ab
Chapter 17 The whole world is waiting for him to save the world, but he's actually concerned ab
Beijing Martial Arts Association, meeting room.
When Li Zhenguo read out Lin Fan's "conditions" word by word to everyone present, the huge conference room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The air was deathly still.
A dozen or so bigwigs from various power centers across China looked at each other, their expressions contorted, frozen, and finally settling into utter bewilderment.
Road construction?
Pulling electrical wires?
Helping my neighbor's grandson...get into kindergarten?
This is the price that peerless master who scared away a Grandmaster of Transformation with a single punch paid for his one move.
"Chairman Li..."
A head of the national security department, his Adam's apple bobbing, spoke in a dry voice, "Are you sure... this isn't some man playing a trick on us?"
He felt his worldview was being repeatedly rubbed and crushed on the ground.
Just now, during their emergency internal discussion, they considered countless possibilities.
For example, demanding legendary blessed lands to be used as private Taoist temples.
For example, requesting access to the nation's top-level classified files.
They were even mentally prepared for the most extreme and fundamentally destructive plans, such as "establishing kings and fiefdoms" or "granting titles and privileges to the people."
But they never dreamed that what they would receive was this kind of "neighborhood committee work list".
"cough."
Li Zhenguo cleared his throat, his expression instantly turning solemn, his eyes becoming deep.
"Quite the opposite!"
"This truly demonstrates that Mr. Lin's level of attainment has transcended our imagination!"
Everyone perked up and looked at him.
Li Zhenguo spoke in a deep, thoughtful tone, his analysis clear and logical: "Gentlemen, consider this: what defines a truly wise person? A wise person is one who has long since transcended worldly desires! Money, power, and status are nothing but fleeting clouds in their eyes!"
"The conditions he proposed may seem trivial, but they actually contain profound truths!"
"Road construction is for the convenience of our neighbors; it reflects the compassionate spirit of 'when one is successful, one should help others.'"
"Pulling electrical wires is a way to discover your true self in the ordinary course of life, and to pursue inner peace and fulfillment!"
"As for helping Grandpa Wang's grandson, it truly embodies the benevolent spirit of 'respecting the elderly as one would one's own parents, and caring for the young as one would one's own children'!"
Li Zhenguo slammed his hand on the table, his voice ringing out.
"As for the tea, it was the finishing touch! What the master wanted wasn't some rare treasure, but a lasting respect! What is this called? This is called 'the greatest form is formless, the greatest sound is silent'! The master is enlightening us, admonishing us not to always think about fighting and being aggressive, but to pay more attention to people's livelihood and return to our roots!"
His explanation, which could be described as "perfect reading comprehension," left all the bigwigs present completely stunned.
They looked at each other, then carefully examined it...
It seems... damn, there's actually some truth to it!
The actions of a master cannot be fathomed by the eyes of an ordinary person!
"President Li is absolutely right! It's our narrow-mindedness and limited perspective that have led us to this situation!"
"I see! Your level of attainment is far beyond our reach!"
"I'm ashamed, truly ashamed!"
For a moment, the conference room was filled with admiration and a sense of sudden realization.
Seeing everyone's reactions, Li Zhenguo calmly picked up his teacup, took a sip, and used the edge of the lid to cover the corners of his slightly upturned mouth.
He knew, of course, that Mr. Lin was probably just...lazy.
Moreover, they're too lazy to be assertive or to be refined and unconventional.
But is it okay to say such things?
No!
The high-class demeanor of a master must be protected by me, Li Zhenguo!
"Since everyone agrees, we must fulfill these conditions as quickly as possible, to the highest standards, and at any cost!"
Li Zhenguo put down his teacup, his eyes sharpening.
"It's the municipal government's order! The alleyways are closed today! Construction starts overnight! I want to see brand-new asphalt pavement by dawn tomorrow, so smooth it can be used as a mirror!"
"Power! Dedicated line! It must be a military-grade, independent power supply line! It must be installed before sunset today! Even during wartime city-wide lockdown, the lights in your house must remain on!"
"From the education sector! This is a special case for Grandpa Wang's grandson! I want the principal of the best international school in Beijing to personally deliver the acceptance letter to Grandpa Wang!"
"Logistics! Go! Send all the best pieces of mother tree Da Hong Pao tea from our inventory over there! No! Send a special plane directly to Wuyishan and have them there to pick the freshest spring tea!"
"yes!"
With Li Zhenguo's order, the machinery of this vast country began to operate at a terrifyingly high efficiency for a few trivial matters.
……
That afternoon.
Lin Fan was lying on a rocking chair in the yard, taking a nap covered with a thin blanket, when he was awakened by a loud "rumbling" noise.
He opened his eyes in frustration.
Dust billowed at the entrance of the alley, where several massive pavers and rollers roared as a group of workers wearing hard hats swiftly pried at the old road surface.
The entire neighborhood came out to watch the spectacle, as if it were Chinese New Year.
"My God, this road that's been potholed for decades, has actually been repaired?"
"It's more than just repairs! Look at this scene! I heard they're working through the night, and the new road will be open first thing tomorrow morning! That efficiency is amazing!"
Grandpa Wang also carried his precious thrush cage and approached the entrance of Lin Fan's courtyard, his old face beaming with a smile like a blooming chrysanthemum.
"Xiao Fan! Xiao Fan! Did you hear? They're building roads! And also, the principal of the city's No. 1 High School just called me personally to say he's made an exception and admitted my eldest grandson! Can you believe it? It's like his ancestors' graves are emitting auspicious smoke!"
Lin Fan yawned, still grumpy from being woken up during his afternoon nap.
Seeing Grandpa Wang's excited expression, he waved his hand and said, "That's great, Grandpa Wang, congratulations."
But in his heart, he was thinking, "That old man Li Zhenguo is really efficient."
A short while later, there was another knock on the courtyard gate.
Several people dressed in State Grid uniforms, but with the air of secret agents, stood respectfully at the door, saying they would upgrade the entire house's wiring for free and install a separate dedicated power line.
The leader solemnly promised that even if the entire capital city experienced a power outage, his family would still be able to enjoy hot pot with the air conditioning on.
Lin Fan watched them bustling about in the courtyard, then glanced at the construction team working diligently at the entrance of the alley, and finally nodded in satisfaction.
Well, the "appearance fee" was paid on time.
Fang Qingxue stood under the corridor, silently watching all of this, her heart already numb.
She has now completely given up trying to understand this man using normal human thinking.
This is not about making demands.
This is clearly a case of words becoming law.
With just a few casual words from the gentleman, a massive state apparatus began to sway.
This invisible force that can move the entire world is ten thousand times more terrifying than simple fighting and killing.
……
Meanwhile, with the Chinese government's strange silence and Lin Fan's "disappearance," overseas public opinion exploded.
"See that? The three-day deadline has passed, and that so-called 'Master of the Courtyard' hasn't dared to utter a single word!"
"Coward! Liar! Chinese Kung Fu is a complete and utter scam!"
"The Butcher, Gregory, has arrived in the capital! His hotel is now the focus of the world!"
In Beijing, in the presidential suite of a super five-star hotel.
Gregory the Butcher, who is over two meters tall and whose muscles are as bulging as rocks, is shirtless.
He wasn't looking at the city lights outside the window; instead, he was using a silver fork to slowly and intently cut a medium-rare tomahawk steak.
The fork scraped across the bottom of the plate, making a piercing noise.
A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses stood behind him, his forehead beaded with cold sweat, and respectfully reported.
"Mr. Gregory, there has been no response from the Chinese side so far. According to our intelligence, they seem to be busy with some... municipal projects. That old man named Li Zhenguo seems to have been sidelined."
"A bunch of cowards."
Gregory didn't even look up as he put a small piece of beef into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and let out a satisfied growl.
He wiped his mouth with a napkin before slowly speaking.
"I've said it before, their kind of soft gymnastics is only suitable for performing for the elderly in parks."
"Our plan was a resounding success." The man with the gold-rimmed glasses adjusted his glasses, a confident smile spreading across his face. "Now, the eyes of the world are focused here. As long as you appear on the Great Wall tomorrow, and that 'Lord of the Courtyard' dares not show his face, the reputation of our 'War God Industries' will reach its zenith, and the 'Rage' series of potions will completely conquer the global market!"
"The market is your business."
Gregory stood up, pinched his neck, and his cervical spine cracked like firecrackers.
"I just hope that coward can muster up the courage."
He walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looked at his reflection, and saw no violence in his eyes, only a deep, unsettling emptiness.
"I haven't felt what it feels like to have a broken bone in a long time."
Upon hearing this, the man with the gold-rimmed glasses felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
madman.
This is a true madman, born only for battle and destruction.
At the eye of the storm, the courtyard house deep in the old hutongs of Beijing was brightly lit.
The owner of the courtyard was furious with Fang Qingxue because the newly installed military-grade power cord had overpowered the old 21-inch CRT television, which burned out instantly.
"I told you to keep an eye on it! Don't you know the power ratings are different?"
"Oh no, now we can't watch our prime-time 8 PM show! What are we going to do?"
"You owe me money!"
Fang Qingxue was at a loss and almost cried.
"I'm so sorry, sir! I... I'll go buy you a new one right away! The biggest, the best! A hundred inches!"
"Go quickly!"
The whole world is going crazy for him.
He, however, only cared about his own TV series.