(The protagonist is gentle and introverted, a patriarch. Doting on the team + slightly charismatic + no CP + friendly ending.)
Just a few years after Zhang Moyu became the patriarch, he was d...
Chapter 210 Lanlan is also a gentle person
There's nothing we can do about it. Who made him so capable? We can only let those who are capable do more work.
Zhang Benling had no choice but to resign himself to his fate and get up from the bed. He turned on his computer and first used hacking techniques to find the location of Zhang Molan’s mobile phone. He also hacked into the nearby cameras to look for any traces of him.
The computer screen was divided into more than a dozen small grids, and he went through it at double speed. Although he checked it very carefully, he did not have much hope for this method.
Ever since they learned about the existence of cameras and eavesdroppers, the Zhang family has added another item to their targeted intuition training.
Now when they walk outside, they will deliberately avoid cameras on the street. Even if they cannot avoid them, they will adjust the angle so that their faces will not be photographed.
As expected, no one suspected to be Zhang Molan or any signal left by him was found.
Knowing that the result would be like this, Zhang Benling could only reluctantly pick up the three pure gold game coins that he had specially customized and usually played with in his hands, and concentrate on divination.
The game coins with golden Qilin patterns fell to the ground with a clinking sound. Zhang Benling took a look at the hexagram, turned around and sent the detailed results shown by the hexagram to Zhang Qiling, and then, without waiting for a reply, he couldn't wait to lie back on the bed.
Zhang Benling rolled around on the bed holding a corner of the quilt, successfully turning himself into a silkworm wrapped in a very safe blanket. Then he sighed comfortably, adjusted himself to a comfortable position and prepared to sleep.
He has to get up early to go to work tomorrow, and he doesn't have much time to rest. There is an internal meeting at the pharmaceutical company at 6:30.
At eight o'clock I have to go to the electronic communications company to check for omissions, and at ten o'clock I have to discuss a technical licensing cooperation.
At twelve o'clock, I have to go to the laboratory to understand the situation and transform the mature research results into products.
At three o'clock, I have to attend the official science and technology exhibition and promote my new products...
Maybe it's because it's a habit. Even though Zhang Benling is exhausted, his brain is still working. He is even so active that he has started to automatically tell fortunes and think of his nearest partner.
Zhang Benling was confused for a moment, but suddenly woke up when he was about to calculate the result. He slapped his forehead with his hand, trying to disperse those complicated thoughts. He got up resignedly, opened the drawer, took out a calming incense, and inserted the incense at the head of the bed.
Smelling the gentle and distant fragrance, Zhang Benling sighed helplessly, lay back in his original position, relaxed himself, emptied his mind, and fell asleep in a short while.
On the other side, Zhang Qiling felt a moment of tension when he saw the location on the west coast of California, USA.
Then I saw that it was written at the back that Zhang Molan was now safe and sound, and would soon meet a noble person who would help him and successfully escape danger. Only then did I secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
He thought that Zhang Molan was arrested and forced to be taken away, but he was worrying too much.
Since the divination result showed that Zhang Molan could return safely on his own, Zhang Qiling was no longer so anxious to find him. However, he still called the current person in charge of the Zhang family overseas and asked him to pay more attention and notify him in time if there was any news.
Zhang Molan has had a rough couple of days.
Originally, he and Zhang Benshan had made a plan to rob the things and leave, then gather at the ship rental office and smuggle back to the country.
Who knew that he accidentally ran into another laboratory while leaving. Seeing the rope made of unknown material in the laboratory that had been tested in various experiments and had ridiculously high data results, Zhang Molan was moved again.
He remembered that when Zhang Moyu was the clan leader, he had always wanted a whip that was both powerful and easy to use. However, whips were different from swords, spears, and halberds. A good whip required very particular materials, and Zhang Moyu had high standards, so he always made do with whatever he could get.
Zhang Molan didn't know whether Zhang Moyu was satisfied with the white bone whip in his hand. He only knew that this thing called aircraft carrier arresting cable had great data on paper, and maybe he could use it to make a whip for Zhang Moyu that he had always dreamed of.
After all, he was the young patriarch whom Zhang Molan once doted on. Although the patriarch has changed, Zhang Molan is still very close to Zhang Moyu.
One can imagine how things developed afterwards. Zhang Molan snatched the sample of the barrier rope and, by some stroke of luck, stole two USB flash drives with unknown contents stored on them.
This moment, Zhang Molan immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the base. Fortunately, he had superb martial arts skills, so he managed to escape.
After being relentlessly pursued and blocked by the group of people, Zhang Molan had no choice but to jump into the sea with a load weighing more than ten kilograms to escape. He originally wanted to use the abilities of the biological overlords in the ocean to take himself away, but he didn't expect that before he had swam for long, he encountered a luxury yacht heading to San Francisco, USA.
Quietly getting on board, Zhang Molan sighed for the umpteenth time.
Fortunately, he carries the blood of the auspicious beast Jade Qilin. This lucky bonus at the critical moment makes him very moved every time!
In this way, Zhang Molan successfully hid in the enemy base camp, but before he could find a way to return home, something happened.
His arrival was quite unfortunate, as someone had just committed a crime and was being hunted down. Zhang Molan had secretly observed the search personnel and discovered that they were probably looking for something that stored information, such as a USB flash drive.
Maybe he met an international spy, and it just happened that he came here together with him.
Zhang Molan looked up at the sky speechlessly, as he was not the person they were looking for but had a shameful USB flash drive in his hand.
He suspected that his luck had run out, which was why he encountered such bad luck.
In order to hide his identity, Zhang Molan dug a hole and buried the conspicuous two-meter-long metal stick, intending to come back to find it later.
As for the intercepting rope that was more than ten meters long, he found a discarded soft rubber water pipe, stuffed the thing into the water pipe, and then hung it on his body carelessly.
His clothes were so tattered that they looked unrecognizable. He also made a mask of old man's skin and put it on.
She applied makeup to make herself look particularly old and haggard. Her beautiful long black hair was also cut into a half-long princess cut, and then her hair was made dirty again.
Finally, he put some bottles and jars in the snakeskin bag he picked up on the way and put it on his back. Zhang Molan disguised himself as an old and frail wanderer who had to run around for a living.
After putting on a vest, Zhang Molan felt instantly safe, and then wanted to try his luck in Chinatown to see if he could meet a kind-hearted Xiao Zhang who would take him home.
In the end, his expectations were half fulfilled.
He was taken home by someone, but that person was not their Xiao Zhang.
Zhang Molan, sitting on the sofa in someone else's house, looked at the humble and polite young man opposite him, then looked at the certificate representing the official identity of China on the table, and thought about the reception mission that the other party kept talking about, and fell into deep thought.