Chapter 91 Three Victories, Irrelevant, Large Amount of Money "Could you please come back again..."

Following the officer's directions, Fu Ze went down to the underground parking garage of the Trial Bureau.

After scanning the cars, which were all very similar in appearance and color, Fu Ze suddenly asked on a whim, "By the way, is your CEO's car among these?"

The executive recalled for a moment and replied, "As far as I remember, the chief's home is relatively close to headquarters, so he usually walks to work."

"Walking to work rain or shine? What a model worker!" Fu Ze exclaimed. "If I lived that close to my workplace, I'd probably suffocate."

Although Fu Ze's words were all kind, the executive officer couldn't help but feel a sarcastic tone, as if they were from enemies.

That's not right...

Wasn't this big star madly pursuing their top star just a few days ago? How come he's changed his mind so quickly?

Unable to reach a conclusion, the executive officer walking ahead could only sigh silently in his heart:

No wonder the chief can be the chief.

To remain unmoved by such a stunning beauty is a victory in itself.

Anticipating that the other person's feelings will come and go quickly, and drawing clear boundaries in advance, is the second advantage.

They even managed to extract millions from the other party's pocket to give as year-end bonuses to their colleagues in the adjudication bureau, making it a triple win.

Regardless of what others think, he was convinced.

During their conversation, the two walked up to a car covered with a silver hood.

Although it wasn't the first time he had picked up the car, or even the first time he had picked up this particular car, Fu Ze still felt a surge of excitement.

"Three, two, one!"

Under unified command, the two worked together to lift the silver car cover.

As soon as the obstruction was removed and the natural light streaming in from the garage entrance fell on the streamlined body, the distinctive paint of the Lizard 757 eagerly began to change color.

Starting from the front of the hood, a deep, dark green spreads rapidly, like ink dripping into clear water. But as it turns around the front of the car and extends to the wheel rims, a tranquil yet slightly whimsical blue sweeps it away.

The blue hue meandered along the waistline, gradually transforming into a mesmerizing violet in the middle of the car, before finally merging into a fiery orange-red at the rear.

Although the executive spent a considerable amount of time with the vehicle during the inventory and removal of illegal modifications, he could almost always see the changing light and shadow on it as the sun shifted.

But that doesn't stop him from being drawn to such scenes every time he sees them.

It is truly the ultimate culmination of technology and aesthetics, and it is undoubtedly the ultimate pursuit of every sports car enthusiast back then.

Unfortunately, this might be the only time he, who only earns a fixed salary, will have the opportunity to deal with luxury cars of this caliber.

As for Fu Ze, he was more familiar with another side of the Demon Lizard 757, which resembled a Valkyrie.

Gently stroking the B-pillar, which had a hole drilled inside for wiring, Fu Ze asked, "Speaking of which, where did all those modifications go?"

If someone else had asked the question, the executive would likely have become immediately alarmed.

However, given the recent buzz surrounding the fact that Que Ling had connected a well-known director and screenwriter with him and decided to play the male lead in their first collaborative film, he also knew a little about the reasons why this big star bought the car.

"According to regulations, the illegal modifications on this vehicle must be completely removed before the transaction can take place," he explained truthfully. "By the way, even props used for filming need to be kept within the prescribed limits, otherwise they will still be confiscated."

Fu Ze smiled knowingly and said, "Thank you for the reminder."

Actually, it doesn't matter if everything is removed, since no one knows better than him what he modified and what effects each modification would have.

He even remembered Wells Lee's comments on his modifications and corresponding suggestions for improvement.

Practice makes perfect; if there's a need again, he'll definitely be able to improve even more this time.

After confirming the vehicle's status with Fu Ze, the executive solemnly handed over the keys as if handing over a cherished possession: "Now it's yours."

Gently hooking his fingers together, Fu Ze gathered the brand-new key in his palm, then opened the car door and sat inside the Demon Lizard 757.

In an instant, he felt as if he had returned to the day a few months earlier when he was about to break Snake Eyes out of prison.

However, the hands gripping the steering wheel have changed, and the eye level while sitting in the car is also different.

As a minor internet celebrity with a few followers, Wan Chuanqiu also uses various skincare products to protect her hands, but visually, they are still inferior to Que Ling's hands, which are even trimmed into very rounded shapes.

However, under Fu Ze's "driving," the two bodies adopted the same relaxed posture.

Everything has changed, yet everything seems the same.

Just before the executive was about to leave, he heard a short horn blare behind him.

At the same time, a sincere and inviting question, like that of a child sharing toys, came from behind: "Want to go for a drive? You drive."

He turned around and saw Que Ling, who was sitting in the driver's seat, turn around, put her arms on the window frame, and put a finger to her lips.

"Just one lap, I'll keep it a secret for you."

After a fierce internal struggle, the executive chose to remain true to his duty and watched with great regret as Fu Ze drove away.

After leaving the Trial Bureau, Fu Ze drove to "visit" the person in the original Star-Seeing System data who possessed the [Transfer] key ability.

He turned onto the highway that runs from east to west through the entire city of V, and slowly pressed the pedal, causing the car to accelerate.

The engine's hum gradually became more pronounced, like a person's heart pounding, even to the point of aching, making the blood in one's veins surge.

At such high speeds, the scenery on both sides of the highway almost became a blur.

Even so, Fu Ze could still vaguely see a row of blocks surrounding a square, a park adjacent to a business district, where the liveliness and celebration were closely linked, and the prosperity of one place echoed the hustle and bustle of another.

Only Fu Ze was unrelated to all of this.

He sped along in solitude and romance, as if on a solitary pilgrimage.

He is enjoying a new chapter in his life, building on past achievements and forging ahead into the future.

He is alive.

Just then, a wedding car group drove up from the opposite lane.

The flowers tied to the front of the car scattered many petals as the strong airflow blew them away.

These petals were caught by the wake of the Magic Lizard 757, fluttering and merging into its wake, paving a broad road extending from the rear of the car.

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Having secured the vehicle in a concealed camouflage color, Fu Ze, who had already changed clothes and put on a mask, got out of the car and stepped onto the Shifengtun large-scale centralized garbage recycling and processing area located in the southwest of V City.

Although it is true that this place is defined as a "tun" (屯), the area of ​​this "tun" is comparable to that of a small city.

The reason why such a large-scale waste recycling and processing industry has formed here can be traced back to a certain document issued many years ago.

The document clearly stipulates that the recycling and dismantling of all scrapped products must be the responsibility of the corresponding manufacturing company in order to achieve environmental protection goals.

The idea is good, but putting it into practice is fraught with difficulties.

Small and medium-sized companies that go bankrupt or barely survive are simply unable to afford the recovery costs.

Even well-run large enterprises, once they do the math, realize that this is a completely unprofitable business that doesn't even make a profit.

So they went to Shifengtun, a village that was struggling because it had no pillar industry.

After several rounds of negotiations, these large companies transferred the rights to handle large-scale waste disposal to the local government in a near-free manner. The Shifengtun government then packaged it as a "waste recycling and dismantling" industry, creating a seemingly win-win industrial chain.

At least on the surface, it seems like everyone is happy.

Due to the diverse types and varying sizes of large waste, it is difficult to sort them fully automatically, and manual processing is still the main method of handling waste here.

Correspondingly, the residents of Shifengtun have become an indispensable source of labor in this industrial chain.

Through years of collaboration, Shifengtun has developed a rather unique style resembling a futuristic wasteland.

Following a colorful road paved with various flattened beverage cans, Fu Ze arrived at a shop with a restaurant sign.

It was lunchtime, and many workers were eating here.

Because the residents here mostly do heavy physical labor, even with the help of a powered exoskeleton, they are still quite burly and strong. Therefore, a figure like Fu Ze's would be quite conspicuous among the returning crowd.

After placing his order on the rather old-looking machine, Fu Ze picked up the still-warm slip of paper that had been spat out and went to the counter, pushing it along with the banknotes to the owner behind him.

Looking at the "lemonade" on the receipt, the boss didn't say anything on the surface, but in his heart he had already equated Fu Ze with those sophisticated and pretentious salespeople from big companies who came to get rid of troublesome items.

However, the next sentence spoken by the person in front of her startled her.

"Do you know Zhao Hongde?" Fu Ze silently observed the subtle changes in the boss's expression. "Or the boss might be more familiar with his nickname: Bear Protector."

The owner paused almost imperceptibly, then said nonchalantly, "So many customers come and go every day, I'm so busy, how could I possibly remember them all?"

However, Fu Ze already knew from Zhao Hongde's information that this person was a regular customer of this restaurant and would come here to eat every workday.

For a restaurant to operate sustainably, the most important thing is delicious food, the second most important thing is affordable prices, and the third most important thing is the owner's insight and vision.

Clearly, the woman in front of him was shrewd and there was absolutely no way she would forget her regular customers.

Fu Ze smiled knowingly, and with a slight movement of his fingers, he shifted the receipt and banknotes in his hand at an angle, revealing the large denomination banknotes on the ground.

"Could you please try to recall it again?" he pleaded.

Upon seeing the banknotes, the woman's eyes flickered, and she hesitated slightly before saying, "This is real..."

Fu Ze spread his fingers a little more, revealing three more large bills.

These four banknotes combined are basically equivalent to half a month's revenue for this restaurant.

The woman was clearly tempted.

After quickly surveying her surroundings, she swiftly gathered the receipts and banknotes behind the counter, then feigned a sudden realization and said, "Ah, I remember now. It's Old Zhao from the east end."

Fu Ze nodded repeatedly in agreement with her performance: "Yes, it's him. Do you know where he is now?"

"At this time, Old Zhao should be loading the things he sorted this morning onto the truck," the woman said solicitously. "What did the customer need him for? Is he in a hurry?"

"They seem quite anxious," Fu Ze nodded.

After all, he only has one day of free time, so it's best to finish quickly.

"I see." Having received Fu Ze's money, the woman's mood and service attitude reached their peak.

Turning to a boy who looked to be eleven or twelve years old, sitting at a table nearby and engrossed in watching an animated tutorial video, the woman urged, "Stop watching your executive documentary for now, come here, quickly take this older brother to find Uncle Zhao."

The boy, who had been interrupted, looked up impatiently, and almost threw his tablet away the moment he saw Fu Ze.

"Sparrow... sparrow..."

Fu Ze was a little surprised that he could still be recognized even though he was dressed up like this.

A quick glance revealed that the advertisement clips inserted every five minutes in the documentary about executives that the boy was watching were the content endorsed by Que Ling.

Well, it's hard not to recognize her now.

Fu Ze shrugged slightly and shook his head very slightly to indicate that he did not want to reveal his identity.

Seeing this, the boy suddenly realized and made an OK sign, "Looking for Uncle Zhao, right? I'll be right there."

Walking over to Fu Ze, he casually tossed his buzz cut and said to Fu Ze in a rather mature tone, "You like lemonade, right? This is a rare opportunity, so I'll treat you."

Fu Ze: ...

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Author's note: The so-called "extra money" [laughing and crying emoji]