Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 237 The more brazen the boasting, the more ridiculous the brain.
Zhai Da and Lu Wei walked side by side on the road behind the Harbin Institute of Technology.

A smile lingered on someone's lips, a smile that wouldn't fade for a long time.

It's not because he can hold the little wooden figure anytime.

It's because the little wooden boy is becoming more and more lively and normal.

Even without Zhai Da's reminder, he could smile because of the long-awaited reunion.

The snow beneath their feet had turned a dark gray, awaiting the next blanket of white. Zhai Da gently placed Lu Wei's hand in his pocket and whispered:
Did you know that Mom went to sweep the tombs yesterday?

Lu Wei nodded: "Teacher Yu called me."

Although in Zhai Da's eyes, these were just awards from three online ceremonies, not the three major literary awards, and not something to be proud of, in Yu Xiaoli's eyes, they were still happy events worth sharing with her family.

Most of Yu's family members are buried in the cemetery.

Yu Xiaoli, alone with a broom and rag, cleaned the graves of her husband Zhai Zhihong, her father Yu Lihua, and also Lu Wei's mother, Ms. Yan Jingwen.

Sweeping tombs in winter is quite tiring. Yu Xiaoli said she was freezing when she came back, and her hands were cracked.

Lu Wei felt deeply moved, but she didn't know how to express it. She could only bury it in her heart and planned to repay it with her whole life.

It wasn't returned to Zhai Da, but to Yu Xiaoli.

Along the dimly lit path, Zhai Da walked and talked, picking out some of the interesting things from his trip to northern Beijing to tell Lu Wei.

Lu Siwen's electric car, celebrity socializing at award ceremonies, and the battle for adaptation rights.
Some things have little to do with Xiao Mutou, but he is still willing to talk about them. The only pity is that the content related to JF-12 is quite sensitive. In fact, that was the source of his greatest shock and sense of accomplishment during his trip to northern Beijing.

Before they knew it, the two arrived at the craft brewery. Zhai Da had come to pick up his luggage, but when he passed by the "Mist Tavern," he was surprised to find that there were customers inside.

This tavern, which was just for show, was never open to the public, so Zhai Daduo took a few glances at it.

Sure enough, Wu Yue was sitting at the bar, chatting happily with the "part-time bartender".

Zhai Da's heart skipped a beat. He had previously felt that the female bartender was a bit strange. Was there a little story behind it?
Touching the "pass" he had just received that day, Zhai Da thought to himself that he might as well resolve this matter. He said to Xiao Mutou, "Wait here for me for a while, and don't run around."

Lu Wei nodded and immediately entered a standing meditation mode. She was always very obedient; when Zhai Da told her not to run around, she wouldn't even move her toes.

Zhai Da walked towards the workshop, confirmed that Xu Xuejun had left, and went alone into the side storage room.

With enough space reserved, Zhai Da stretched out his palm and accessed the system's [Equipment Slot].

A miraculous scene unfolded once again: at a speed exceeding the limits of visual perception, a pure black Panamera with sharp lines suddenly appeared in this space.

This car from the future has another name in the system: [Mechanical Core]

The only noise was a slight "thump" as the large object that suddenly appeared pushed the air out of its original position.

This is a situation that doesn't occur when handling small objects, and Zhai Da only discovered it after obtaining the [Mechanical Core].

After confirming that everything was in place, Zhai Da went through the side door, took the luggage he had stored during the day, and then came out through the main entrance of the workshop.

He said to Lu Wei, who was waiting not far away, "Let's go see the excitement in Wu and Yue."

Warm yellow lighting, retro decor, and soothing jazz music.
This tavern, which can only accommodate a dozen or so people, is not simply decorated just for show; in fact, its location on a secluded alley gives it a unique charm.

It makes everyone who passes by want to come in and rest for a while, as if escaping from the fog of the mortal world and hiding in a warm corner.

The once almost empty liquor cabinet is now filled with a dazzling array of products, including not only their own beer but also many other beer items that Wu Yue brought back here in bits and pieces.

A short, stocky Jägermeister, a corked bottle of red wine, half a bottle of whiskey, and clear eaux-de-vie—the latter two mixed together can be called "oolong tea," which is perfect for people who don't drink alcohol.

Wu Yue sat alone at the bar, smiling confidently. "I felt something was off. Why would a seven or eight-year-old need to be fed water with a spoon, and why couldn't he wake up after so many hours? So I called the police. I'd rather make a false alarm than miss the opportunity."

The female bartender, Han Qi, was still dressed professionally, her formal vest highlighting her excellent figure. She wiped the wine glasses with a white towel, her eyes sparkling with interest: "Weren't you afraid of retaliation from the human traffickers back then?"

Wu Yue shook his head: "Many people think that 'fighting for justice' will easily lead to retaliation, but it's actually just a fear of the 'unknown.' They don't know the police's case-handling procedures, they don't know where the boundaries of the law are, and they don't know how bad the so-called bad guys can be."

Slightly swirling the beer glass in his hand, Wu Yue held up three fingers with his other hand: "Three points: First, understand the rules and methods of using the righteous path; second, understand the limits of the crooked path and its habits of doing things; third, finally, be clear about your own level. In this way, you can fight for justice when you want to, and protect yourself when you want to."

After taking a sip of their own "Imperial Stout," the rich and profound flavor lingered on their tongues, and Wu Yue's gaze became increasingly distant.

"Besides, the more experiences you have, the less afraid you'll be, damn it!"

Wu Yue, who was talking animatedly, turned around and saw two heads sticking out of the glass door next to him. He immediately lost his composure and spilled beer all over his hand.

Outside the door, Zhai Da and Lu Wei peeked out side by side, one with a blank expression and the other with a mocking grin.

Wu Yue was furious: "Zhai Da, what are you doing!"

Zhai Da chuckled, opened the glass door, and mimicking Wu Yue's earlier aura, held up three fingers:

"One: I didn't do anything. Two: I just happened to see you and wanted to say hello. Three: Miss, could you get me two beers, the kind this handsome guy drinks?"

People from Wu and Yue are numb. The worst thing about showing off in public is being seen by your brothers. The more you show off, the more embarrassing it will be!

The female bartender, Han Qi, immediately replied, "Okay, Brother Da."

She was much calmer than Wu Yue.

Zhai Da sat down next to Wu Yue and nudged him with his shoulder: "Come over for a drink often? By the way, I went to Beijing not long after we hired a bartender here. How was it?"

Wu Yue coughed lightly and glanced to the side: "I just come to visit occasionally. When did you come back?"

Zhai Da held up three fingers: "One: I landed at noon; two: I came here during the day; three:..."

Wu Yue immediately begged for mercy: "Brother! You're my brother! Please stop messing with me!"

Zhai Da laughed heartily, deciding to stop while he was ahead.

Any more teasing and she'd get angry. Two glasses of craft beer were placed in front of Zhai Da and Lu Wei; the ratio of foam to liquid indicated that this female bartender was at least not completely clueless.

In the warm "Misty Tavern", Zhai Da and Wu Yue, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, talked about their journey, while Wu Yue also talked about the changes in the company.

Using the clinking of beer glasses as a way to relax after returning home is quite appropriate.

The female bartender, Han Qi, was much quieter, wiping here and there, and didn't participate in the conversation again.

After a few rounds of drinks, Wu Yue suddenly remembered something: "By the way, where's your beat-up secondhand car? Where did you park it? I haven't seen you drive it."

Zhai Da thought to himself, "I've been waiting for you to ask!"
He checked the time and said to Wu Yue, "It's about time. I'll just take a look and then I'll be leaving."

Wu Yue was led, completely bewildered, to the storeroom next to the workshop: "What are you looking at?"

Zhai Da unlocked the door and yanked it open.

Wu Yue was taken aback at first, then rubbed his eyes.

I've had too much to drink?

He stiffly turned to Zhai Da and asked, "Whose car is this?"

"mine."

Isn't your car white?

"When I'm not in Harbin, I'm out doing renovations for people."

Wu Yue excitedly walked to the car, patted the door, and said, "Let's not talk about the color! Two seats turned into four seats, and you're telling me it's been modified? Don't try to fool me! Did you saw it open and glue half a Wuling to the back?"

Zhai Da chuckled dryly, as expected of the City Hunter, he immediately spotted the key point.

But he had already thought of it and insisted that it was modified.

The reason we can't say "we replaced another one" is because that would require even more lies to cover it up.

This car model doesn't even exist on the market. Where did you get another one? Was it smuggled? Used? New? Where's the invoice?
Where is the original one? For registered assets like this, we need to see the car, dead or alive. Wu Yue is a sensitive guy, and it would be better to fabricate countless lies later.

It would be better to use "abstraction" instead of "lie" in a more abstract way.

Zhai Da shrugged: "Iron barrels can be turned into craft brewing equipment, so why can't a two-seater car be turned into a four-seater car? This is a craft, and I found a skilled auto repair shop to do it."

Wu Yue circled around it, his fingertips touching the Panamera's frame. This meticulous craftsmanship was the work of the system. It could be said that even Porsche itself couldn't produce something this perfect; a repair shop could only do it.
"The tires showed no wear. The brake discs too, and the glass was the same size."

Zhai Da interrupted the spellcasting directly: "Stop talking, just tell me if it can be done."

"What are you doing?"

"Give it a proper identity, with a license plate, driver's license, and other complete documentation, and preferably insurance as well."

If he didn't not smoke, Wu Yue would have squatted down and lit a couple of cigarettes.

Zhai Da said, "Just a friendly reminder, the design of this car hasn't been officially released yet, so you should take that into account."

Wu Yue exhaled a breath of stale air and said after a long while, "It can be done, but not in Harbin. We need to go to the smaller county-level areas below, where the roads are more complex."

These days, there are quite a few cars that veer off course on the streets, especially in the three northeastern provinces.

The traffic police turn a blind eye, since those who manage to get a license have all bribed the authorities.

It's not that there aren't people in Harbin who can handle this, but Wuyue doesn't have any readily available connections. Smaller places might be more convenient, and the prices wouldn't be too high.

Just when Wu Yue was handling the paperwork for that white Porsche last time, he had asked the middleman if he knew anyone who could handle the situation.

Wu Yue said that the best-case scenario is that the car doesn't have to be driven to the countryside. Since they've already gone down the wrong path, they might as well go all the way. If they have to drive to the countryside, he will then notify Zhai Da.

With the matter settled, Zhai Da didn't linger any longer. He pulled the roller shutter door shut again and said, "We'll stay here for the next few days. Let me know if you need anything."

Do you have any receipts?

No, there's nothing there.

"Then what are you talking about?!"

Wu Yue waved his hand, telling Zhai Da to leave quickly.

Before leaving, Zhai Da asked, "By the way, who did you give that black card from the tavern to?"

Wu Yue shook his head: "I didn't give one to anyone. I originally planned to give one to Old Man Xu, but he said he doesn't drink at all."

"I might contact a few schools in a few days to let you know in advance."

Wu Yue didn't quite understand, but didn't delve into it: "It just so happens that there's no work here, and Han Qi is quite bored, so it's good to have some customers."

Zhai Da waved his hand: "Let's go, First, Second, and Third Brothers..."

Wu Yue: ...

He put the little wooden hand back into his pocket.

Lu Wei was pulled to her side, raised her head, and slightly curled the corners of her mouth.

The two turned and walked into the night.

Wu Yue tilted his head and looked at it for a while.
I always felt that Lu Wei was a bit strange.
　1. Just a quick transition; 2. Please give me some monthly votes; 3. Don't force me to kneel down.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)