Chapter 87 Buyer, Business, Memorize a bumpy ride, Fu Ze...

"A good news and a bad news, which do you want to hear first?" Mu Wangzhuo asked solemnly in the video.

Yuan Jianxing didn't even look up. "Just tell me the performance order you've planned."

"The bad news is," Mu Wangzhuo began his performance as expected, "because of the previous incident at the central hub, the manufacturer quickly iterated the product, recalling all existing Magic Lizard 757s and upgrading them to Magic Lizard 777s."

"so?"

"So unless someone is particularly fond of the Lizard 757 model or has a special collecting fetish, they would be willing to buy this car that has a criminal record but is now discontinued."

Yuan Jianxing's brain automatically simplified what Mu Wangzhuo said—it's hard to sell.

But if it were just that "it's not selling well," Mu Wangzhuo certainly wouldn't have made a special video call to himself.

"And what's the good news?" Yuan Jianxing asked symbolically.

Like a hunter watching its prey walk into a trap, before Yuan Jianxing could finish speaking, Mu Wangzhuo pulled the rope first and answered directly, "Although the actual handover will take some time, the car has indeed been sold!"

When he said this, he had a forced seriousness on his face.

"As for the buyer..."

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"My goodness, you've really gone all out in pursuing her."

Seeing the seven-figure sum withdrawn from her account, even though it wasn't her own money, Kang Lele still felt a sharp pain in her heart.

"As far as I know, only 'lighting the beacon fires to amuse the feudal lords' and 'the concubine's smile in the mortal world' can match this in history, right?"

"What are you thinking? Can't I buy this car for myself?" As he spoke, Fu Ze adjusted his stance and the way he held the golf club.

This sport is too advanced; he hasn't played it much, relying entirely on his body's habitual instincts to react.

Kang Lele's expression conveyed two words: disbelief.

Feeling uncomfortable under such gossipy and critical gazes, Fu Ze put away his pole and walked over to Kang Lele to drink some water.

“A well-known screenwriter, inspired by the prison break shootout at the V City North District Transportation Hub, wrote a script and contacted me a couple of days ago.” Putting down his glass, Fu Ze gently licked the water stains from his lips. “I was thinking of buying the original car and lending it to the film crew for shooting and publicity, just as a favor.”

Is this really true?!

Kang Lele's brain started to sizzle.

Before Kang Lele could finish baking, Fu Ze pointed in another direction: "See that over there?"

This time, Kang Lele realized what was happening.

"Huh? Isn't that the up-and-coming director who just won an international award?"

Because his voice was so abrupt, Fu Ze had to physically silence him before he could cause any trouble.

"The screenwriter is assembling a team and asked me to check things out."

Kang Lele suddenly realized.

He finally understood why Que Ling, who usually stayed at home and would never step out of the house, had unexpectedly come here to play golf today.

Just as the best place to do business is over drinks, the best way to build relationships is naturally to cater to the other party's preferences.

"Wow, that's awesome, bro." Because her mouth was gagged, Kang Lele's voice sounded muffled. "It seems like your brain has become much sharper after you went on a trip to relax."

Fu Ze smiled but remained silent.

With a different person coming back, things are naturally much more flexible.

Of course, what he didn't tell Kang Lele was that the reasons he had just given her were relatively minor.

In fact, he did this for only one reason—

This was originally mine; it's just been returned to its rightful owner after going through so many twists and turns.

Pulling his hand back, Fu Ze picked up a wet wipe from the golf club and wiped his hands. "By the way, let me make it official to you, I have no intention of liking him anymore, so please don't make any more wild guesses."

Kang Lele was a little confused after finally regaining her right to breathe freely.

Just a few days ago, they were going through a lot of trouble for each other, so how come they suddenly don't like each other anymore?

This big star's relationships really come and go so quickly.

"Hey, this is the time for us to focus on our careers. Men will only slow us down." Kang Lele didn't understand what caused Que Ling's 180-degree change in attitude, but his survival instinct made him subconsciously follow Fu Ze's lead.

Yes, we need to focus on our careers.

Fu Ze smiled slightly.

That resume with the changed name is enough to prove that Yuan Jianxing truly cared about Fu Ze.

That's enough for him.

Next, he only needs to keep this thought to himself, taking it out from time to time to savor it, until...

Filtering Kang Lele's incessant chatter into white noise, Fu Ze returned to his post, calmed himself down, and then suddenly swung his arm.

The club sent the golf ball flying dozens of meters away.

After landing on the flat grass, the golf ball rolled forward a few times before wobbling into the hole.

Those who witnessed this scene all expressed their admiration:

"Mr. Que Ling got a hole-in-one!"

"Not only is she beautiful, but she is also so talented. God is really biased."

Amidst the praise, the up-and-coming director's gaze had already turned towards him.

Fu Ze casually glanced back at him without making any effort.

Playing the role of Que Ling is just one aspect of helping him "build his career." His real "career" is to find his own "key" to verify whether what Que Ling said before is true.

Yes, unlike the previous very general and vague "key", this time Fu Ze's goal is "his own key".

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Rewind to a time when Que Ling and Fu Ze were on the edge of the world discussing "the protagonist's emotional problems must be resolved before saving the world."

After the two had shared their views, and Que Ling had made targeted arrangements and refinements for the subsequent actions, the entire incident finally entered its final stage—

Que Ling killed Fu Ze, and Fu Ze took his place.

Unlike the more horrific situations of the past, the atmosphere between the killer and the victim this time was remarkably harmonious.

In order to facilitate Fu Ze's subsequent activities, Que Ling actually made a lot of preparations in advance.

He stood up, took a package from the tree where he had been hiding, and tossed it to Fu Ze.

The package contained some food and water, two watches, and a small bottle of medicine that had no instructions and was obviously of dubious origin.

On the other hand, Fu Ze had a wealth of experience with death and knew at a glance what Que Ling had prepared for him.

"Twelve hours later?" Picking up the two watches, Fu Ze began to calibrate the time. "Speaking of which, is there a time difference between here and V City?"

"Yes, but not much, about three hours short." Que Ling counted on her fingers. "It would take about nine hours to get back to the city with the right airport from here by taking a bus and then transferring. Twelve hours isn't enough, sixteen, I guess. I should be on the plane by then, about to land."

Fu Ze handed one of the calibrated tables back to Que Ling and kindly reminded her, "Let me explain: the duration of the 'Death to Life' activation is not up to me. The millisecond-level activation that happened at Kangming Group before was very likely just an accident."

"Fourteen hours it is then, I'll leave you some leeway." Que Ling seemed unconcerned, as if he had no idea that the "fourteen hours" he mentioned was the length of time he himself could remain in this world.

However, he himself may have long since lost sight of what he was looking for while playing the role of the Sparrow Feather over the years.

Once the sparrow feather disappeared in the direction that the deer ear had gone, Fu Ze was alone again.

As the sun began to set, its warm orange rays pierced through the ancient, persistent mist at the edge of the forest and shone upon Fu Ze.

Returning to the edge of the world, he once again placed his hand on that transparent, seemingly endless high wall that, according to Deer Ear, stretched upwards, downwards, left, and right.

During this encounter, Fu Ze discovered that the wall was actually devoid of temperature.

If it weren't for the incredibly even and solid feel of the touch on his hand, he might have suspected that what hit his palm was just a gust of wind.

Although Lu Er offered many guesses at the time, Fu Ze had a different idea.

He didn't think a prison wall could be so mild and non-aggressive.

As for the speculation about breeding enclosures and fish tanks, that's even more absurd.

I've never heard of a farmer standing by and watching his property fight with each other.

In comparison, the gladiatorial arena is more in line with reality.

Although all of these speculations have their own inconsistencies, Fu Ze found it difficult to come up with another possibility at the moment.

But he has experienced too many shocks in a short period of time and needs to rest.

So he lay down again and stared blankly at the darkening sky.

He was in such a rush that he didn't even know what he looked like.

But it's okay.

After all, he already knew what he was going to become.

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Fourteen hours later, Fu Ze drank the potion left by Que Ling as promised.

The drug took effect very quickly; almost instantly, Fu Ze felt his muscles begin to relax, his heartbeat became irregular and forceful, and his consciousness began to blur.

Just then, the rustling sound that would occur during each death and rebirth also quietly appeared. The cold cocoon silk once again climbed up Fu Ze's limbs, wrapping Fu Ze's consciousness in a dense cocoon.

However, unlike in the past, this time there was something different.

After the cocoon is formed, an even greater force, like pine resin, envelops it from the outside in.

Then, that force began to chew and try to digest the foreign object.

Although the cocoon protected Fu Ze steadily throughout the process, the friction between the two made Fu Ze somewhat uncomfortable.

It felt like sand had gotten into my shoes, or like a string on a musical instrument had been chipped.

What brought all of this to an end was another, subtle, thread-like power called the "key."

It was the power of the [Key] that Fu Ze extracted from Snake Eyes when he killed him.

As if sensing Fu Ze's predicament, this power, which was normally completely invisible, slowly emerged from the cocoon and then began to move rapidly across the surface of the cocoon.

Wherever it passed, the resinous power dispersed as if retreating.

The whole process was as smooth as a hot knife cutting through butter.

When an opening was cut into the "resin," the cocoon surrounding Fu Ze also broke open, allowing the newly born Fu Ze to fall downwards.

With a jolt, Fu Ze officially awoke from Que Ling's body.

Just as Que Ling had predicted, Fu Ze was currently in an airplane high in the sky.

A personal computer was placed on the table in front of him.

There was also a note on the computer with the computer account and login password written on it, along with a few small words: "Memorize and recite."

Fu Ze chuckled.

Although he didn't know why those five words made him tremble involuntarily, he had never received such comprehensive treatment in all the times he had died and been reborn.

Que Ling's attitude when asking for favors was quite appropriate.

Thinking back to the scene of the two of them sitting at the edge of the world and having a pleasant conversation, Fu Ze couldn't help but think that if the timing hadn't been so unfortunate, he and the other person could probably have become friends.

Just as Fu Ze was feeling this way, a flight attendant carrying a tray walked over and stopped beside him, placing a roughly triangular object, about half the size of his palm and wrapped in tin foil, in front of him.

“You’d like the fruit pie you’ve ordered,” she said sweetly.

Fu Ze: ...

He retracts his earlier statement; he doesn't want to be friends with people who lack taste.

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Author's Note: An unbreakable alliance was shattered by a tiny piece of fruit pie! [Oh oh oh]