"You said you put it up for sale on Salted Fish, think you can find a buyer?"
"That... Is that fishing rod really important?"
"If you can’t get it back, don’t even think about getting a single cent from starting today!"
"I... I’ll go look for it right away!"
Realizing the seriousness of the situation, the woman finally understood that Cheng Biao wasn’t joking.
ng Lang’s Salted Fish account was deleted, naturally making him unreachable, but by following the address from that ti, Cheng Biao still managed to trace his way to First-class Residence.
But that’s where the clues ended.
So, Cheng Biao mixed into the residential area early the next day hoping to try his luck, but unexpectedly, as soon as he entered, he had a fateful encounter with a dog...
...
"Nurse, this wound is okay, right? That dog hasn’t been vaccinated for rabies."
"It’s not a big deal, the wound has been cleaned, and since you ca on ti, just getting vaccinated should prevent any major issues."
A nurse brought out a syringe and a small vial of vaccine, "We’ll give you the first two shots today, then co back in seven days for the second dose of the rabies vaccine."
As she was about to insert the syringe into the bottle.
Cheng Biao looked at the small vaccine vial and suddenly had a freak thought about ng Lang’s last sowhat inexplicable words.
He suddenly asked, "Is this vaccine from Chang Chun Biological?"
"Yes! That’s right."
Cheng Biao’s face instantly twisted into a weird expression, hesitated for a mont, and then finally said.
"That... Do you have any other company’s vaccine?"
...
Cheng Biao didn’t know it, but a subconscious choice had just saved his fate.
And at this ti, ng Lang also had no idea that fate was so full of coincidences and twists...
"Mind your own business!" The dog owner glared fiercely at ng Lang before leaving.
ng Lang couldn’t help but sigh.
Nowadays, people’s awareness of the law is weak...
If it were two more years later, under the ’Animal Epidemic Prevention Law,’ walking a dog without a leash – would be illegal!
If a pet isn’t vaccinated against rabies – it will be dealt with harmlessly!
Haven’t you heard of Huizhou banquet?
Even if you’re so kind of director... Well! Okay, then it’s not too serious.
Shaking his head, he continued his run.
In his eyes, he was just a passerby who had incidentally rescued a poor little life.
Consider it... a form of compensation for inspiring himself...
...
At ten in the morning, ng Lang arrived at the exam venue.
The first subject test went smoothly, and his score of 90 points was released imdiately after it ended.
A normal performance for an unprepared experienced driver.
One point less and he’d have to retake the test...
ng Lang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, a bit too confident, a bit too confident...
It was already past eleven by the ti he got ho.
ng Lang made himself so light rice porridge and two small dishes, and after eating, he casually browsed Douyin while waiting for updates in his life.
[April 1, Ma Teng, Wang Lin, Wu Jun invest heavily! West Lake University is officially established!]
[According to regulatory requirents, the TouTiao app and public account for ’Neihan Duanzi’ are shut down.]
["It’s Complicated" Facebook’s 87 million user data leak continues to unfold, Bergzak apologizes for the incident, and will face Congressional inquiries on the 10th and 11th.]
[Trade conflicts intensify, rumors circulate that the US Comrce Departnt will ban sales to ’Xingzhong Communication.’]
[Pingan Driving School sees the ergence of a legendary student!]
Hmm?
While scrolling through dostic and international hot news, he suddenly ca across a local trending topic.
Hmm! Looking at that suave maneuver, that swaggering drift... That’s definitely his Citroën.
Seeing the likes, already over 50,000, and several hundred comnts, ng Lang panicked, bad news!
He quickly clicked on the comnts below.
"Wow! Which big shot just got his license revoked again?"
"This kid’s drifting skills are impressive, he’s going to be a pro driver when he grows up."
"Examiner, he turned on the autopilot!"
"See, see, not following traffic rules, back to driving school, drifting is useless! I told you!"
"Coach, how much does it cost to learn to drive like this?"
"We guarantee to teach and ensure you pass, no refunds, Pingan Driving School, beco a driving god starting from getting your license! What are you waiting for? Contact us at XXXXXXX."
"The driving school owes him a Qiuming Mountain!"
"..."
"Uh...good thing, good thing." ng Lang was glad he kept a low profile and his face wasn’t captured.
It must have been just a bystander casually recording a video that accidently went viral.
This society with no public privacy...
ng Lang carefully searched but found no personal information about himself exposed online and finally felt a bit relieved.
[Wuming Mountain Pursuit! High energy ahead! The unknown masked driving god playing cat and mouse!]
As soon as he scrolled to the next short video, another title made the corner of his mouth twitch.
"Tsk~" "Tsk~"
Listening to the constant screeching of tires in the video, ng Lang actually found himself enjoying it.
With a mask, who am I afraid of?
"I didn’t expect... I look so cool when driving!"
The likes and comnts on this video, even more exaggerated than the last, were completely today’s hot topic.
I intended to keep a low profile, but it seems the city is full of legends about ...
After admiring himself for a while, ng Lang gradually furrowed his brows.
Although it’s just a viral video, it also showed from another aspect that, as his own strengths grew, his impact on the world could similarly expand, even if unintended...
Is this a good or a bad thing?
People would rather concern themselves with the mundane activities of a poor actor than understand the tumultuous inner world of an ordinary person.
This concerns human nature, but the essential reason is the "influence" is not on the sa level.
This type of influence is invisible; even without deliberately wielding it, every action you take still affects the world.
Like comparing a small-ti insurance salesman and a national leader.
Even if you both eat steam buns and fried dough sticks, the leader’s food might soon evolve into a nationwide franchise of bun shops...
This is "influence."
"In the future... I should probably stop doing such wild things."
Putting down the phone, ng Lang checked the ti; it was exactly 12:00.
He looked at the book "Wildfire" beside him, the cover was indeed slowly fading.
Before long, the book was completely renewed, and a new life unfolded before him...
"When Shooting Stars Cross the Sky"
The pale yellow cover featured a huge shooting star cutting across, making even the sun seem dim in comparison, radiating splendor and beauty.
From the blazing red flas of the previous cover to the sky-traversing shooting star, the transition resembled a seamless, fra-by-fra gradient.
No matter how many tis he watched, ng Lang found the scene truly magical.
And as the book fully updated, it still quietly lay there.
He then unexpectedly breathed a sigh of relief.
Despite always using self-deprecating humor to numb himself, approaching life like a ga for solace, deliberately avoiding problems...
He knew that his heart had long harbored a "Heart Demon."
He feared that one day, like the characters in the book, the "Revelations" would suddenly disappear from his hands.
From protagonist to supporting character, from beneficiary to victim.
He also feared that one day the book’s previous owner might suddenly show up before him and take the book back...
A free "delivery"?
Who would believe such a pie-in-the-sky coincidence, that happens against billions-to-one odds, would fall on soone who has never even won $5 in a lottery, such as his unlucky self?
Once a problem is deeply scrutinized, it inevitably leads to extre dread.
Who exactly is this hidden "sender"?
Is this truly a kind gesture, or a conspiracy woven under the guise of "fate"?
He believed that all gifts from fate had their price already secretly tagged.
It’s just that he still did not know what he would have to pay...
However, despite the indescribable fear deep inside...
Reading the "book" was honestly addictive.
After experiencing the privilege of having the future in his grasp, how could he give up the thrill of gradually rewriting fate at his fingertips?
Perhaps, his fear was never truly of death.
But rather... of completely becoming diocre...
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