Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 128 Let's do something together?
That evening, the group had dinner together at "Chongqing Chicken Pot," a restaurant not far from No. 99 Luochuan Road.

It is also the only relatively large restaurant within a few hundred meters.

In front of them, the waiter added a bowl of black, viscous, unidentified paste into the pot.

The little pot was bubbling away, and regardless of whether it was made with technology or not, it smelled absolutely delicious.

While eating, the group assigned tasks.

Wu Yue and Fan Junwei are leaving for the relocation city tomorrow, bringing back tables, chairs, and Zhai Da's auctioned blind boxes. There's a lot of stuff, so Fan Junwei will help carry it. If that's not enough, Wu Yue said he'll bring a pack of cigarettes.

This kid is getting better and better at handling things.

Zhai Da's task was to expand the manpower as soon as possible, that is, to recruit more people.

Why the rush? Because the desks and chairs will arrive tomorrow. Loading them is easy, but placing hundreds of sets of desks and chairs in the classrooms on the three floors will be exhausting for the few of them.

The remaining mental work, such as "course design," was handed over to Lu Wei, while "course combination" was handled by Zhai Dalai. He would also ask the book designer he had been getting along well with at Phoenix Media, a sweet-voiced young lady, if she would be willing to help design some materials, for which he could pay extra.

A professional like this is definitely better than a print shop owner who can't even speak Mandarin properly.

After finishing his meal, Zhai Da sniffed himself.

I feel like a chicken stew.
Wu Yue and Fan Junwei had to get up early to leave the next day, so they both said goodbye. Zhai Da, along with Lu Wei, returned to the vicinity of the base and found Xu Xuejun, asking him if he could make a blackboard.

It's not that he absolutely needs him, but he doesn't want to miss any opportunity to build a relationship.

The old man's shop is still the same, the roller shutter door is open, and he is busy inside all by himself, forever unchanged.

Zhai Da began to doubt whether he had any children, and then recalled that he seemed to have mentioned having a grandson. The MP3 player was meant to be repaired and given to the grandson. It seemed that Xu Xuejun's daughter had married far away.

Upon seeing Zhai Da, Xu Xuejun, as always, wore a sour face: "Coming to my place to shop again?"

Lu Wei looked around curiously. She had never seen anything like it before. The small shop was like a miniature factory. If it were in later times, it would even have a bit of a mechanical punk vibe.

Zhai Da's eyes unconsciously drifted to the drawer under the workbench, wondering if the uncertain pocket watch with its unclear effect was still there. Given how important it was to the old man last time, he probably wouldn't give it away or sell it easily.

"Grandpa, can you make a blackboard?"

Xu Xuejun was still as proud of his craft: "What's wrong with a blackboard? Just spray water-based paint on an iron plate, or if you want to save money, you can use some putty as a base. What size do you need?"

Zhai Da recited a string of numbers.

"All eight are the same, right? Sigh... they're all low-skilled jobs, 150 per side."

This number is very fair. Old Xu may have a foul mouth, but his offer is attractive!
Zhai Da directly gave Xu Xuejun the spare key to No. 99 Luochuan Road, telling him to go in and inspect the site himself tomorrow. He wouldn't be coming over during the day tomorrow.

Zhai Da still trusted Xu Xuejun quite a bit, and more importantly, there was nothing inside, so the only thing he could steal was two trash cans.

Xu Xuejun took the keys without saying anything, but glanced at Lu Wei a few more times when he saw her.

The young man has good taste in girls; she has the charm he had in his youth.

The smell is so strong that it's like two pots of chicken stew have been set up there.

"Come on, come on, I'll get it done for you tomorrow."

After being kicked out again, Zhai Da finally said, "You really don't sell that pocket watch? How about we sit down and talk about it? Or can you take it out and let me take a look?"

"I'm not selling, I'm not selling. Even if the shop is sold, the watch won't be sold. Give up on that idea."

With a slam, the roller shutter door was closed.

Zhai Da and Lu Wei exchanged a glance and shrugged: "Let's go home and continue working overtime."

Lu Wei asked curiously, "There's...work too?"

"Send messages to prospective employees and ask them to come for an interview tomorrow."

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In the middle of the night, in a high-rise residential complex in Dongyang.

Chu Xiang was picking his toes while eating grapes.

The summer vacation after senior year of high school is the longest summer vacation of one's life. Without a specific plan, it can be extremely boring. A few days have passed since the class reunion, and this feeling is gradually emerging.

Chu Xiang's parents had originally promised to take him on a trip, but one of them was working overtime every day and the other was getting his hair permed every day. Before long, the plan remained just a plan, and Chu Xiang wasn't in a hurry, especially before his college entrance exam scores came out. So he ended up being lazy like this.

While eating grapes, I suddenly found a rotten one. It was rotten, but it was quite sweet.
Looking down, oh, my hands smelled of feet.

Then it's okay.

The TV is showing the Olympic torchbearers. This thing started circulating in April, first going around the world, then around the whole country, and finally arriving at the main stadium on August 8th. It's really durable! Is it a nuclear-powered torch?

My thoughts began to wander.

What major should he choose in college? His mother wants him to study management, saying that he can manage people and become a senior executive after graduation. His father, on the other hand, hopes that he should follow the times, as the real estate market has been booming in recent years and people are making a fortune. He should study civil engineering.

Chu Xiang's idea was simple.

He felt that his parents made sense!

For three years, they were highly immersed in Chinese, math, English, physics, chemistry, and biology. How could they know anything else? Adults always know more than children.

Because of his exceptional performance in the essay, he managed to pass the first-tier university entrance exam this time, giving him a wide range of choices.

Just as his mind was racing, his phone vibrated. Chu Xiang glanced at it and saw an unexpected person.

"Zhai Da, mortal enemy"

Okay, this was a note from six months ago. At that time, he thought there were quite a few people in the class who liked Lin Shuyao, but Zhai Da was the most shameless and might confess.

Now, the goddess's key bindings are all messed up, and I've long since given up on them.

I never imagined Lin Shuyao would one day face the predicament of unrequited love. Looking at it from the perspective of someone who's not the "simp," it's actually quite satisfying.
Of course, the person who was happiest was Zhai Da, who was already considered a big shot among big shots in his mind, in every aspect.

He didn't know why this big shot wanted to contact him on QQ. He remembered that the other person never made a sound, and there were thousands of comments in the group every day, but he didn't say a single word.

“Zhai Da, my mortal enemy”: Do you have any plans for summer vacation? Do you want to do something with me?

Chu Xiang admitted that he didn't understand.
But I felt inexplicably excited.

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"Mengmeng, you forgot your clothes in the bathroom."

The door to the dark room was opened a crack, and Mom threw in a piece of clothing.

Liu Meng, who was secretly scrolling through her phone in bed, looked up. Her eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness, so she couldn't see clearly, but it roughly looked like a piece of underwear.

"Are you sure it's mine? It doesn't look like it to me."

A voice came from outside the door: "It's definitely yours, I don't have one that big."

Liu Meng:
After crawling back into bed, Liu Meng continued posting in the class group chat. She was a regular and highly active user, currently asking if any girls wanted to go shopping again.

A new message suddenly popped up, with the contact name "Zhai Dada," which was changed after Zhai Da helped her out of a predicament.

After that incident, thanks to the support of students with a "high social standing," she became more popular in the class.

Prior to this, Zhai Da's own nickname was displayed: "Jay Chou Doesn't Understand Twilight".

She was naturally surprised and intrigued by Zhai Da's message, and immediately left the group page and returned to her friend list.

"Zhai Dada": Do you have any plans for summer vacation? Do you want to work with me?
Liu Meng trembled slightly.
I clicked in and saw that it was because there wasn't enough screen space for "doing something".

I wouldn't call it disappointment, but the temperature in the bed was a bit higher.

Scare yourself.
Quickly shaking her head to clear her mind of the unpleasant images, Liu Meng replied:

"What's wrong?"

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That evening, a total of fifteen students received private messages from Zhai Da.

Among them were not only students from Class 8 of Senior Three, but also students from other classes who were quite familiar with Zhai Da.

Everyone was curious about Zhai Da's plan and believed in his abilities.

The boring and long summer vacation seemed to have been interrupted by a knock on the door.

Open the door! Start your own business!

Meanwhile, hundreds of kilometers away in Shanghai, an unfinished, sealed book was placed on the desk of Han Han, a famous emerging writer.

"The Long Road of Lü." Judging from the title, it's clearly in the format of a romance novel. Editor Li really makes me do everything!

There was also a note on the paper.

"Oh? That small-town boy?"

Let's take a look.
(End of this chapter)