Wu Wei, filled with envy and jealousy, confronted Zheng Ya about helping others cultivate. Zheng Ya retorted irritably, "You're getting a good deal and then you insult me. If you don't want to learn, please leave."
"Hmph, I'm a member of the Special Training Security Section. You can try to get rid of me if you want, but bring up the transfer order." Wu Wei wasn't going to let him off easy.
That means, with me around, you're not having an easy time.
Zheng Ya was so angry that her teeth ached: "Alright, I don't have time to argue with you. The rest of the cultivation has nothing to do with you. You can leave now."
"I'll supervise you here!" Wu Wei stood up and acted as an instructor, walking around the room. Zheng Ya laughed angrily: "Alright, everyone, practice the Bajiquan method of circulating energy through meridians and acupoints as I taught you."
This step depends entirely on your own cultivation of inner strength, accumulating little by little until you unleash your full potential.
I can provide you with a year's worth of spiritual medicine to aid your cultivation. Your success depends entirely on your own efforts. Goodbye.
"Director, aren't we going to do any other training?" Qi Wei was quite surprised. Zheng Ya said without turning his head, "I just told you all that strength is paramount."
Once you've improved your own strength, any military training will be nothing more than child's play for you.
Of course, your daily routines include the three-step training and overseeing housekeeping; those are all part of the military's disciplined and strictly enforced training. You'll have to figure that out yourselves; it's none of my business.”
"Thank you for your guidance, Director!" Except for Wu Wei, all twenty-one people stood up one after another to salute Zheng Ya and express their gratitude, which made Wu Wei's teeth ache with envy again. She had lost again.
They lost the hearts of the people, they lost everything. How despicable!
After dinner, Zheng Ya was about to take a stroll with his wife at the planting base to digest their food when Secretary Song arrived with more than 180 people, forcing Zheng Ya to apply professional techniques to them.
Zheng Ya provided them with all the necessary technologies for oil extraction and rocket manufacturing in one go.
After being confronted last time, Secretary Song specifically explained the situation to his superiors. The superiors then summoned talent and issued a strict order: no one was allowed to utter a single word of slander against Zheng Ya. Otherwise, they would be isolated as spies and never be hired again. No one dared to bare their teeth at Zheng Ya anymore.
Zheng Ya was happy to have some peace and quiet, so he left after giving them the initiation technique.
The scene of the remaining 180-plus people bowing and saluting.
Due to the confidentiality of the rules, no one spoke out.
A groundbreaking industrial technology production line was completed in this silence.
In the middle of the night, Zheng Ya, as usual, dropped rockets, equipment, and supplies onto Brigade Commander Lei, airdropping them onto the warehouse square in the eastern suburbs.
Then, leaving behind the busy scene with Commander Lei and thousands of people, they rushed to the Jianghan area, relying on their ability to sense oil within a radius of 5,120 meters, to locate the oil underground in the Jianghan area, mark it, and deploy the corresponding oil extraction equipment.
Since the oil wellheads were all in uninhabited areas, Zheng Ya could only draw maps and mark them before handing them over to the Jianghan Armed Forces Department for further processing by higher authorities.
Then, he traveled more than 60 li to Daqing, where he used the same method to determine the location of oil wells, deployed the corresponding equipment, and made markings and maps. After working for more than an hour, he planned out the Daqing Oilfield before returning home.
The next day.
People from the neighborhood committee came to send Grandma Long to the countryside for labor reform.
Grandma Long clung desperately to the doorframe, refusing to leave: "Waaah, I won't go to the countryside. I'm too old, I'm sick, I can't do heavy labor..."
"Grandma Long, you are openly provoking the government, harming the children in the nursing home, and trying to evade punishment by taking advantage of your age. You are committing heinous crimes..." Director Wang angrily reprimanded Grandma Long, which attracted onlookers and condemnation from the nursing home residents.
In less than three minutes, all the shameful things that Old Lady Long had done in the yard were exposed by the people in the yard.
Seeing that she could not escape punishment, Old Lady Long glared at them angrily and roared, "You have lost your conscience!"
They don't even spare an old woman like me?
"Alright, hurry up and send me to the countryside. When I get there, I'll tell everyone I meet that Zheng Ya brought this upon me, making me wet my pants..."
"Shut up! You're such a vicious old woman, deliberately going against the government and slandering Comrade Zheng Ya. Do you want to go to jail?" Director Wang was furious.
The residents of the compound all suggested sending Grandma Long to the police station for legal proceedings.
The commotion in the front yard woke Zheng Ya. She got up, pushed away the two jade arms that were draped over her, and quietly went downstairs to wash up. She sensed the malice of Old Lady Long and laughed. She really did not die if she did not court death!
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Grandma Long was instantly caught off guard. She grunted and her expression changed, revealing a dull and slow look.
Qin Huairu, with her sharp eyes, pointed at Old Lady Long and said, "Oh no! Look, Old Lady Long's hair is completely white!"
And her expression became blank and motionless?
Look at her eyes again; they seem to be motionless.
"Don't even mention Old Lady Long, if she drives someone to death, it'll cause a huge uproar!"
"Oh dear, it really is! Her hair has turned completely white all of a sudden. She must have been in a terrible hurry. I hope she won't die?" Yan Fugui was worried that if Old Lady Long died, everyone would become the sinners who drove her to her death.
Seeing that things had escalated to this point, Director Wang made a quick decision: "Alright, Grandma Long's health has deteriorated, let's take her to the hospital for treatment first."
"Qin Huairu, can you help support Grandma Long and help us take her to the hospital?"
"Oh, here you are." Qin Huairu was preoccupied with finding Old Lady Long's secret stash of money, but unfortunately, Old Lady Long was incredibly cunning. No matter how Qin Huairu tried to plead her case, Old Lady Long remained unassuming and kept changing the subject.
If all else fails, just pretend you're deaf and dumb and get away with it.
The more Granny Long acted this way, the more Qin Huairu suspected that Granny Long had a lot of money hidden away.
The two were locked in a fierce battle.
Hiding behind the crowd, Yi Zhonghai's legs trembled with fear. He wondered to himself, "Grandma Long was perfectly fine just now, how could she suddenly turn white-haired and become sluggish?"
Could it be that Zheng Ya secretly did something wicked, using his unpredictable abilities to make Old Lady Long age instantly?
This is hastening death and taking lives!
How dare he? How could he dare?
Yi Zhonghai was terrified and regretted asking Li Deren to scheme against Zheng Ya. If he offended Zheng Ya to death, he would be doomed if Zheng Ya took revenge on him!
The key point is that Zheng Ya is now highly valued and protected by the national leadership. Without concrete evidence that Zheng Ya has harmed anyone, Yi Zhonghai really doesn't know how to avoid being punished by Zheng Ya.
Just as Old Lady Long was being taken to the hospital by Qin Huairu and the neighborhood committee staff, five young men filed into the courtyard and started shouting, "You say it's Zheng Ya? Get out here and give me an explanation!"
"Who are you? Coming to cause trouble so early in the morning and daring to curse people, aren't you afraid the police will arrest you and put you in jail?" Yan Fugui shouted angrily.
The leading young man, holding a sickle, yelled at the people surrounding him in the courtyard: "Get out of my way, all of you! Let that bastard Zheng Ya come out and give me an explanation!"
I didn't provoke you.
"If you don't want to die, get the hell out of here! My sickle won't discriminate, get lost!"
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