Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 190 Senior, I have many more moves to make!

Time always flies when you're having fun. You wander around eating and shopping, and before you know it, time has slipped away.

The group went to the polar marine park, where they were splashed with water by orcas. They also went to the beach, but had to leave disappointed because it was too crowded.

Zhai Da said that this was no longer at the level of cooking dumplings, but rather like making mung bean soup; the seawater was all muddy.

I drank beer from a plastic bag and saw the newly popular facekini.

Lu Wei found it interesting and wanted to buy one, but Zhai Da held her back desperately.

Zhai Da and Wu Yue also made a separate trip to the beer museum.

The biggest takeaway was that I found a craft brewer job at a nightclub.

The chubby guy in the nightclub is named "Song Wu". He's an unlucky young man who spent all his family's money to study abroad. After returning, he wanted to work for a state-owned enterprise, but because there were no openings, he had to find a random job.

I didn't study craft brewing; I learned it while working abroad, but I still have seven years of experience.

Don't ask why it's seven years; the answer is simply that it's easy to get in but difficult to get out.

When I applied for the job, the nightclub said I would only be responsible for craft beer, but in reality, the brewing process doesn't require constant supervision unless there's a lot of equipment. So, for some reason, I became primarily a waiter and secondarily a brewer, working until 3 or 4 in the morning every day. After working there for a month, I felt like my hearing had deteriorated.

At first, I was excited about all kinds of beautiful women, but after seeing all the bizarre and wonderful things, I lost my sense of wonder.

I'm planning to quit next month.
Although he is six or seven years older than Zhai Da and Wu Yue, he is very shy and not good at speaking, perhaps because of the boring and lonely study abroad life. He is very nervous when communicating with others.

Finally, he was persuaded by the two to go to Harbin to work full-time in the craft beer business. Of course, he said he was willing to go and take a look, but once he went, could he really be asked to come back?
Who knows, it might be several years before we see Harbin Taiping Airport again.

In fact, Song Wu worked hard to stay in the same job for seven years while studying, because he still liked craft beer and did some research on it himself.

The craft beer that Zhai Da and Wu Yue drank that night was indeed much better than the one at the "OPEN" bar in Harbin. Song Wu had mastered six aroma types and five types of beer.

Stout, lager, monastery flavor, bitter, caramel, banana flavor
I don't understand, but it's pretty awesome. It's a pity that people in nightclubs don't know how to enjoy themselves. Their attention is all on their hands and eyes, no one cares about their mouths.

A minor setback resulted in Tsingtao Brewery losing a promising future brewer who was already in high demand, while Yueda Catering hired a chubby young man.

Originally, Zhai Da and Wu Yue planned to figure it out on their own. After all, these days, even murky and gritty craft beer can sell. For example, the bartender at "OPEN" learned it after a couple of tries. But now they have a real professional.

He even has someone to connect him with the German manufacturer. Song Wu said he had never heard of that manufacturer, as craft brewing equipment is very common there, but at least he can make sure he won't be scammed.
Fluent German might even persuade the other party to rip you off less and give you a discount.

This is an important piece of the puzzle.

Over the next two days, Zhai Da and Wu Yue invited Song Wu along, since he wasn't working during the day and they could all get to know each other better.

On October 4th, after a satisfying meal, the group parted ways at Qingdao Liuting Airport, promising to meet again during the Spring Festival.

In Dongyang.

"Our flight is almost here, let's go inside first, bye everyone!"

Xiang You and Chu Xiang, both of whom were in Shanghai, were the first to leave.

"I'll be there soon too, so I'd better go in and relax. Bye~"

Li Haili, whose destination was Shenzhen, walked alone towards the security checkpoint.

The number of people dwindled until only Zhai Da, Lu Wei, and Wu Yue, who were all heading to Harbin, remained.

And Fan Junwei, who doesn't fly.

Sitting in a corner seat, Zhai Da asked, "What are your plans next? A professional boxer can't just stay cooped up in Dongyang County, can he?"

Fan Junwei nodded: "Coach Lu introduced a boxing club that's nominally affiliated with us. They'll provide support if we win this fight. It's located in Henan Province. The conditions there aren't great, but I still have savings. I want to bring my grandma along; I don't want her to be alone."

“The competition in heavyweight boxing in China is not very fierce, so they also need heavyweight fighters. They can basically participate in any competition, but of course, that’s secondary.”

Fan Junwei's nose injury has completely healed, and he now looks like a kind, tall, and sunny young man.

With sharp eyes and boundless energy.

"The most important thing is to keep winning. As long as you keep winning, all problems can be solved."

Zhai Da gave a thumbs up: "That's the kind of belief a professional player should have."

He patted Fan Junwei's broad shoulder and said, "It doesn't matter if the road is blocked. Wu Yue and I have started some new business. If the road is difficult to travel, you can come to us."

Everyone should have two paths.

One way forward, and one way back.

Perhaps things will turn around, times will change, and a way out may become a way forward.

Fan Junwei didn't refuse, he just smiled and said, "Thank you."

However, before considering a way out, he would rather win it a hundred or eighty more times.

To allow more people to see me.

During this competition, he found that he enjoyed winning, or rather, he enjoyed being the light in his friends' eyes.

His childhood was filled with hardship. His mother left him, and his father passed away. As far back as he can remember, his family was destitute, and he lived in a sanitation worker's dormitory for eighteen years.

After he bought a house for his grandmother, the elderly people in the neighborhood praised him, saying that his luck had turned around and that after hitting rock bottom, every step from now on would be an upward one.

In fact, Fan Junwei doesn't know what the bottom of the valley is because he was born there.

He simply never stops moving forward.

Watching Zhai Da disappear through the security checkpoint, he was left alone in the airport hall. All the liveliness and reunion seemed like a dream.

A flash of brilliance is fleeting; the long process of accumulating energy for it is the norm in life.

Fortunately, he was used to enduring loneliness.

Fan Junwei took a deep breath, slowly turned around, and stretched.

He was already 1.92 meters tall, and with his long arm span, it felt like he was almost 2.5 meters tall when he raised his arm.
A little boy stared in disbelief.

"Big brother, you're so tall and strong!"

Although she was at the airport, she was dressed very simply and tried to jump up to reach Fan Junwei's hand.

That is, a difference of two meters.

A cleaning lady came rushing over from a distance, already apologizing, "I'm so sorry, this is my grandson, there's no one to take care of him at home."

If the foreman finds out, he'll definitely get a scolding. The little boy asked earnestly, "How can I grow this tall?"

Fan Junwei smiled and patted the little boy's head with his large hand: "Eat more, exercise more, and listen to Grandma~"

Then, without lingering, he put on his hoodie and walked outside.

The little boy remained focused.

The young man still strode confidently.

Whether it's a mountaintop or a valley floor, if you keep moving forward without stopping, you'll always see different scenery.

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Even though he had only been away for four days, Zhai Da felt cold again when he returned to Harbin.

This is not an illusion; autumn here is indeed so short, gone in a flash, and their lifespan is even shorter than that of geese from the three northeastern provinces.

In fact, centralized heating will begin in about ten days.

There were still three days left of the National Day holiday, but Zhai Da didn't go out and about. Instead, he stayed home and wrote a book.

The second half of "The Time-Traveling Cohabitation Manual" has been completed, and Zhai Da has already sent the first 100,000 words to Phoenix Media, which should receive them on the first day back to work after the National Day holiday.

Compared to "The Long Road of Lü", "The Time-Traveling Cohabitation Manual" has added soft science fiction elements, but its literary quality has not declined at all. In fact, as Zhai Da's experience increases, he becomes more and more adept at it.

The writing is delicate, the humor is just right, and the support from [Dynamic MP3] and [The Pen of an Artistic Girl] is invaluable.

Oh, and there's also the rare "realism"—yes, although it's rare to use that word to describe "soft science fiction."

If "The Long Road of Lü" is based on his past life's struggles in hospitals and his helplessness in the face of his loved ones' terminal illnesses.

The reason why "How Long Will I Love U" has such a sense of realism is because he actually "traveled through time and space," and no one is more suitable to describe the "near future" than him.

Its descriptions of the future are grounded and detailed, unlike many science fiction works that are purely self-indulgent.

Zhai Da predicts that this book may even surpass the sales of "The Long Road of Lü", because it has retained its original audience and attracted more readers from lower-tier cities through its novel setting.

To reiterate, the mainstream consumers of physical novels are still young people, especially young women.

Otherwise, how could I, Han Han, and Guo Jinming have had the opportunity to rise to prominence?
The old-fashioned kind of "tragic literature" that revolves around a specific period is outdated.

Because the target audience for those books basically doesn't read books.
Wait, how did I unknowingly put myself on par with Han Han and Guo Jinming?
Hmm. It seems like there's no problem.

I wonder how well Tiny Times is selling. Han Han's sales have declined quite a bit in the last two years, mainly because the storytelling is too poor. Criticizing current affairs can be the core theme, but not the content.

It'll be soon before I switch careers and become a director.
By the way, when he was in Qing City, he also reviewed Lu Siwen's novel. Compared to the summer vacation, it has made great progress. Zhai Da personally thinks it has reached the level of general suspense novels on the market.

Based on a true bizarre case from the "Dongyang County Annals," this story is quite captivating.

Lu Siwen also mailed the first 50,000 words to Phoenix Media. Originally, Lu Zetao would have given it the green light, but Xiao Lu did not want to be influenced by her father, so she asked Zhai Da to say that it was written by her friend and see if she could get Phoenix Media's approval.

His pen name is "Little Deer," I wonder if Lou En can understand it.

He's figured it out; his whole family will definitely take a trip abroad.

Before I knew it, another whole day had passed with me writing furiously.

Turning around, I saw that Lu Wei was already busy in the kitchen, so Zhai Da also abandoned his pen and went to cook, becoming a small chopping board operator.

Since Dongyang County, the two have worked together like this. Whenever Lu Wei cooks, Zhai Da never lets her work alone in the kitchen.

Yu Xiaoli was the same.

In Zhai Da's hands, the Chinese cleaver made a precise and meticulous "clack-clack-clack" sound as the ingredients were quickly and properly processed.

With his "nimble hands," his knife skills are actually quite extraordinary. His angles, strength, and distances are all impeccable. He has even tried special knife techniques such as "straw raincoat cucumber" and "Wensi tofu" in private, and he has succeeded in both.

Unfortunately, Xiao Mutou didn't know how to make such complicated things. In the end, the "strawberry cucumber" was cut up and stir-fried with an egg, while the "Wensi tofu" was stewed into seaweed soup.

Suddenly, Zhai Da, who was chopping vegetables, heard a "bang" sound, the sound of hot oil splashing.

Zhai Da immediately asked, "Are you alright?"

There was no response. Turning around, I saw Lu Wei looking up, as if the splatter had splashed onto her face.

Zhai Da put down the kitchen knife and turned the little wooden piece of wood around: "Let me see."

Lu Wei's fair face was so close, the angle and distance were exactly the same as last time.

Her nose was as smooth as porcelain, and her eyelashes were long and curved.
Zhai Da moved closer and closer, but his heart was no longer filled with the same romantic feelings as before; instead, it was filled with concern.

"Where? I don't think I saw it."

Just as I was wondering...

Lu Wei closed her eyes, feeling Zhai Da's breath.

Suddenly, he stood on his tiptoes.
偷袭
His forehead collided directly with Zhai Da's nose.

Zhai Da: ? ? ?
Shocked, I took a few steps back, staring wide-eyed at Lu Wei's expressionless face. "Is there a mosquito on my face?"

Do we still need to relive the feeling of a "rocket headbutt"?

Girl, what's your style?
Lu Wei looked at Zhai Da, seemingly also somewhat surprised: "The sneak attack...failed?"

Zhai Da: "It still hasn't succeeded? This sneak attack was too good, what are you doing?"

In the next room, in Lu Wei's bedroom, the screen of her old Nokia 3310 lit up.

The green electronic screen displayed a text message from Lu Wei's third contact, besides "Teacher Yu" and "Handsome Zhai".

Li Haili: "Senior, is it useful?"

"I also have tons of moves from idol dramas! Let's chat tonight~!"

　It's mid-month.

　　Tickets are gone, but you can always ask for more.

　　The face is gone, but the monthly votes will increase even more!

　　Please vote for me!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)