Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 165 With you, I'm never nervous about anything.

It was already 1 p.m. when I came out of the Shandong Provincial Museum.

Zhai Da felt a little disoriented as he suddenly found himself in the bright sunlight of summer, having been transported from a dimly lit, air-conditioned space.

I took a deep breath; this trip was worthwhile.

A total of seven special items were discovered, and most importantly, they verified an important matter concerning the system.

Cultural relics are not a huge treasure trove of "special items," at least not as exaggerated as previously imagined.

Time, material, status, and value are not reasons for the system to give bonuses. Those gorgeous goldware, jade plates, and royal robes are just ordinary items. He even suspects that the emperor's dragon robe may not be entangled with "thoughts" because the emperor may not care about a piece of clothing. What he cares about is the power behind the clothing.

But another type of item gave him a big surprise.

Unlike antiques and cultural relics, which emphasize materials, time, and splendor, the sole criterion for judging those items is "spirit," or even, roughly speaking, the "thought" recognized by the system.

Their materials are mostly ordinary, such as a letter, a gun, or a water glass, but they are imbued with a powerful belief, a belief that disregards life and death and is concerned about the country.

Only items that embody a powerful spirit are displayed in museums, and most of them are genuine due to their age and the marks they bear.

Is it a pity that you can't get your hands on it? Zhai Da doesn't think so.

There are countless "special items" in this world, and Zhai Da could only take a sip at most in his entire life. If he had a strong desire to possess every "special item" that did not belong to him, he would have a very tiring life.

It could also be very dangerous.

Moreover, he was well aware that these things were not entirely unchangeable from being "converted into equipment".

The method is simple: when his energy reaches a certain level, he can borrow it.

"Loan exhibitions" are also a common practice in the museum field, with various museums borrowing from each other. And the borrowed items can be activated and become "equipment", even if they are followed by the suffix "temporarily".

Just like the pen of an artistic girl.

Once he's made it big in the future, maybe he'll build a museum.
If it were filled with equipment that provides "area-of-effect positive bonuses," I wonder what kind of strange space it would create and how much of an area it would affect.

Business wars, technology wars, and trade wars are also "battles," just like foot massage is also a kind of "way."

After leaving the museum, the afternoon was quite leisurely. That evening, I had dinner with my great-uncle's family again, at a large round table for twenty people.

Yesterday was a welcome banquet, and today is a farewell banquet. Unfortunately, the total trip only lasts two and a half days.

Compared to yesterday, everyone is more familiar with each other today and more enthusiastic. More of Zhai Da's "little secrets" are gradually being discovered, such as that he is a rising "new generation writer" and that he started his own business during the summer vacation.

His nephews and nieces, who are about the same age but younger, look at him like he's a monster. Perhaps in the eyes of the older generation, the title of "top scholar" is more glorious, but in the eyes of his peers, these two are the real deal.

Liu Xi, Liu Hai's daughter, had a drooling look in her eyes. When someone got up to offer a toast, she secretly ran over and sat next to Zhai Da.

"Uncle, do you want to eat shrimp? I'll peel them for you."

"Uncle, try this Nine-Turned Intestines~ It's the signature dish here, and the chef has added his own unique touch."

She certainly didn't want to learn orthopedic techniques; she simply had never encountered such a talented young person since she was a child.

"Uncle, can I come to Harbin to visit you sometime?"

Zhai Da and Liu Hai exchanged a glance and laughed, "Then you have to have extra time to study, otherwise how will you have time to travel around?"

The little girl was quite playful and had a good personality, so Zhai Da didn't dislike her. Besides, if he wanted his mother to rekindle some "family ties" and enrich her spiritual life in her later years, he, as her son, couldn't be a complete blockhead.

He hoped that his mother could live a more "lively" life in the decades to come.

The loneliness felt when visiting graves in Dongyang should not continue to linger over the Zhai family.

As he spoke, Zhai Da took out seven or eight red envelopes from his backpack and gave them to everyone who was younger than him. He and Lu Wei had received many yesterday, and they wanted to reciprocate.

The reason is simple: it's a gift for the "juniors." The money was collected in the afternoon, and each gift was 800 yuan, which is quite generous for young people in 08.

The nephew who was older than Zhai Da, or simply the eldest nephew, opened the red envelope and his eyes lit up.

Shouldn't I get two pairs of Adidas King shoes?
"Thank you, uncle!"

Liu Xi was thinking of saving the money for his future travel expenses to visit his uncle!

The next morning, Zhai Da and his family were taken to Jinan Yaoqiang Airport, where they said goodbye at the security checkpoint.

This short "transit trip" was quite good. In addition to the great gains from the museum, Yu Xiaoli also agreed to return to Jinan once Zhai Da and the others had settled down.

I went to climb Mount Tai with four women of similar age. We got the latest hairstyles, wore the most colorful scarves, and took the most beautiful photos.

They've already come up with the look: a grand, auspicious five-star formation with blooming flowers. The five of them rehearsed their looks in the private room yesterday.

Zhai Da was very satisfied with this.

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On the plane, the two-hour journey is about to end.

Yu Xiaoli sat on the outside and fell into a deep sleep. Zhai Da sometimes wondered if his mother had some kind of "vehicle narcolepsy," as she could fall asleep almost as soon as she touched a vehicle.

Except for the sturdy old bicycle at home, because that requires pedaling.

"Excuse me, sir. Could you please sign your autograph?"

Zhai Da turned his head in confusion and saw the flight attendant in black stockings squatting on the ground with a big smile on her face.

Zhai Da pointed to himself: "Me?"

The young flight attendant blinked her big eyes: "You're Professor Zhai Da, right? I'm a fan of your books." He hadn't gotten the wrong person; he'd thought she'd mistaken him for someone else.

Even passengers across the aisle turned around in surprise, thinking to themselves, "Who has the nerve to sign autographs while sitting in economy class?"
The flight crew has detailed passenger information, and besides, she is not only a fan of Zhai Da's books, but also a bit of a "face fan" of Zhai Da.

To reiterate, Zhai Da's looks were still quite impressive among writers during the latter half of the summer vacation.

After all, the contrast with his peers is too obvious. Old men make up 80% of the audience, but the audience for physical books is mostly young people. So the magnetic effect of the top authors is obvious. It's rare to find a handsome author among them, and the topic will increase exponentially.

Especially after the book signing event in Jinling, as sales of "The Long Road of Lü" increased, his "image" became an accessory to this best-selling work and gradually spread.

The internet was not yet at its most developed stage, but it did not cease to exist.

Editor-in-Chief Lou En plans to include Zhai Da's photo on the title page in the next reprint.

In general, he did not subjectively contribute to the rise of Han Han and Guo Jinming, but objectively he seems to be following a similar path to theirs.

Zhai Da stopped refusing. The other party was carrying "The Long Road of Lü" with him, and was indeed a true book lover. He probably had just finished reading it not long ago. He took the book, supported himself with his knees, and signed his name.

Yu Xiaoli's fiddling around woke her mother up. Yu Xiaoli opened her eyes and glanced at her, probably having overheard the gist of what she'd heard while half-asleep, so she didn't do anything else and prepared to go back to sleep.

However, when I closed my eyes again, a smile unconsciously appeared on my lips.

It's hard for a mother not to be happy when something like this happens right before her eyes.

Zhai Da handed the book back to the flight attendant, and only after she swayed away did he turn back and notice a small note on his knee.

It was obviously the one that was just under the book.

QQ: 4**13
Zhai Da was stunned for a moment.

A five-digit QQ number—looks like they've been good at socializing since childhood!
What kind of trick is this? Does this old ox want to eat my Blue Silver Grass? I'm eighteen years old, how dare you do this?

Oh wait, you're an adult now, right? But then again...
While I was still in a daze, a hand reached out and snatched the note away.

Turning my head, I saw Yu Xiaoli staring at me with wide eyes.

Zhai Da: "You're awake? When?"

Yu Xiaoli didn't say anything. She crumpled the note into a ball and threw it on the ground.

Don't say she's rude; the flight attendant picked up the trash she was given.

Zhai Da muttered to himself, speechless, "You don't actually think I'm going to add them as a friend, do you?"

Yu Xiaoli simply nodded in Lu Wei's direction and then went back to sleep.

Zhai Da turned to the other side, where the tall, porcelain-doll-like girl was resting her forehead against the glass, staring blankly out the window.

Both Yu Xiaoli and Lu Wei were flying for the first time, but Yu Xiaoli gave up her window seat to Lu Wei.

Zhai Da leaned closer and whispered, "What are you looking at?"

Slightly glancing to the side, Lu Wei's delicate face came into view at the edge of her line of sight. Due to changes in her nutrition, her skin tone was no longer as pale as before, but was turning pinkish-white.

His expressionless face and long neck always made him seem cold to outsiders, but his slightly upturned nose revealed his childishness and naivety.

Those big eyes reflected the sea of ​​clouds outside the window.

To date, Zhai Da has not yet fully utilized Lu Wei's beauty.

Lu Wei turned her head, her nose just centimeters from Zhai Da's, and whispered, "So this is what clouds look like."

"What do you mean?"

"I'd only ever seen it in books and on TV before."

"do you like it?"

Lu Wei shook her head: "Clouds are a sign of the weather, and I'm interested in weather forecasts."

Hmm. Zhai Da still didn't understand, unaware that Lu Wei had a small dream: to use mathematics to predict the weather more accurately.

So he started a new topic: "You're about to land in Harbin, are you nervous?"

Lu Wei thought for a moment, tilted her head, and took Zhai Da's hand.

Zhai Da looked down and asked, "What does this mean?"

“Every time you ask me if I’m nervous, it’s actually because I’m nervous. I’ll give you some energy.”

Zhai Da chuckled: "I'm just a little excited, but it's good that you're not nervous."

Lu Wei said softly, "I'm not nervous about anything I do when I'm with you."

As the two whispered to each other, Yu Xiaoli, sitting next to them, couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of her mouth in her "sleep".

This happened right before the mother's eyes.
Even titanium alloy lips would be bent from the pressure.

　As we embark on a new phase, I'll briefly discuss this.

　　The main theme of this book is to enjoy a better life, get rich first and then share the wealth, and upgrade industries. However, the protagonist's intentions and abilities are gradually built up through the plot, and he is not born with extraordinary ambitions.

　　Entering university is a completely new environment with new stories and characters. You will need to rebuild your environment and interpersonal relationships. Everything will become nourishment and help, but it will take time.

　　The main plot has never been messed up. However, since it is not a fantasy novel or a linear story, some readers may find it confusing. Please read at your own discretion.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)