Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 332: 258, The future is promising_2

It seems there are always exceptions.

Hu Xiaoniu looked at Zhang Chengze, “Uncle Zhang, what do you plan to do?”

“What else can I do? What’s done is done, and naturally, I want to find some power to protect myself before travelling through time,” Zhang Chengze said, “Otherwise, having struggled for half my life, it wouldn’t be worth losing my life over such a matter.”

Despite talking about matters of life and death, Zhang Chengze appeared calm.

Such a prominent figure wasn’t so flustered when facing danger, having weathered many storms before.

“Uncle Zhang, where did this countdown appear,” Hu Xiaoniu honestly said, “In the Inner World, the cities aren’t well connected. If your countdown starts and you’re not in Los Angeles City, you won’t be able to reach the 18th City where I am, nor can I help you in other cities. You might be better off looking for a Time Traveler locally and hiring them with money.”

Zhang Chengze smiled, “This morning, I was in a business vehicle going from E City to Xian City for a meeting. It was only when passing through Los Angeles City that the countdown appeared on my arm. If I hadn’t confirmed this, I wouldn’t have troubled your father to find you.”

Hu Xiaoniu thoughtfully said, “Uncle Zhang, you know I’m someone who speaks my mind. I might not be able to help you with much, and I can’t make too many promises right now. I’ve just arrived in the 18th City, found a way out, and have people taking care of me, but the problem is I have a boss now, and I need to follow his orders.”

At that moment, Hu Xiaoniu didn’t even mention joining any organization, an organization called Daylight, sharing the same boss as Liu Dezhu. He kept key information confidential all the time, unsure if the boss would want others to know.

Zhang Chengze thought for a moment and said, “I’m not intending to trouble you. I came to find you because I heard from your father that you could get in touch with big shots among the Time Travelers in the Inner World. My plan is this, discuss it with your boss. I am willing to pay a fee in exchange for temporary protection, and we can continue paying depending on the situation.”

“I can discuss that for you, Uncle Zhang,” Hu Xiaoniu said, “But it definitely won’t be cheap. Uncle Zhang, you’re wealthy, so I won’t worry about such external resources for you.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chengze joked. He said to Hu Dacheng, “Old Hu, have you noticed? Your son just crossed over not long ago and already he’s started turning his elbows out.”

“As he should,” Hu Dacheng calmly said, “Everyone has their own stance, you and I both understand this. If he doesn’t clear up his own stance and acts like a fence-sitter, he’ll never become one of their own. So, I support him treating you as an outsider and just honestly paying you, as you’re not short of money.”

“Fine then,” Zhang Chengze looked at Hu Xiaoniu, “I don’t know what identity I will have in the Inner World or where I will end up, but I’ve always been interested in the Time Travelers and have been paying attention to them. After crossing over, I hope to be protected, and if possible, I would like to access some Genetic Potion to experience being a superhuman.”

“I will convey that for you, Uncle Zhang,” Hu Xiaoniu said.

“Good, if it succeeds, I’ll be very grateful!”

At that moment, Hu Xiaoniu said to Hu Dacheng, “Dad, could you step outside for a moment, I need to ask for your advice on something.”

Saying this, he walked outside to prevent the matters discussed at the dining table from being heard by Zhang Chengze…

Uncle Zhang felt a bit bitter inside, watching his grown-up nephew who had begun to treat him as an outsider.

Outside, Hu Xiaoniu, making sure no one was eavesdropping, said, “Dad, I’ve joined the organization Liu Dezhu is part of. I showed my sincerity to the boss by offering to donate my house as a base, but they refused. Later, I gave a member a watch to express my gratitude for the matter at Laojun Mountain, but they refused that too. Did I do something wrong?”

“Of course you did,” Hu Dacheng slowly said, “Because you turned relationships into business.”

Hu Xiaoniu was stunned, “Ah? I just wanted to express my gratitude.”

“It’s different,” Hu Dacheng said, “On Laojun Mountain, you owed them your life. If you want to blend in, you must repay it with your life. I’m not teaching you how to die fighting, but rather the principles of life. It’s good they didn’t take the money; if they had, you would always remain an outsider.”

“I see,” Hu Xiaoniu contemplated.

Hu Dacheng asked, “What has your boss planned for you?”

Hu Xiaoniu replied, “To start at the grassroots level within a certain group. It’s dangerous, but at least it’s a foothold.”

Hu Dacheng then asked, “Has he promised what heights you might reach in the future?”

Hu Xiaoniu shook his head, “No.”

Hu Dacheng said, “That’s good.”

“Why is that good?”

“If someone promised you that you would be successful in the future, it would mean the path is extremely difficult. They might fear you’d give up halfway, so they dangle a big prize in front of you first,” Hu Dacheng laughed, “but if they send you to a very dangerous place without any promises, they are really testing you, wanting to see if you can take on serious responsibilities without being lured by temptations. Just do your work well; the future is promising.”

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In the afternoon during class, Hu Xiaoniu was clearly a bit drunk, and his mood had also brightened a lot.

Qing Chen continued to lay on the table, following his unique method of cultivation.

The other four AMC10 contestants had already started working on questions from past competitions, but he didn’t care about that at all.

By evening, Qing Chen went home with Nan Gengchen, and the first thing he did was to check for new mails in the room.

He knew that Huan Yu, the owner of the Devil’s Stamp, wouldn’t write to him if there wasn’t something important. The other party wanted to co-opt him, surely hoping he would play a certain role when striking back at “Liu Dezhu’s boss” soon.

If the other party hadn’t written asking for “Qing Chen’s” cooperation, then it was highly unlikely they would make a move today.

Even though he didn’t dismiss the possibility of a deceptive tactic, Qing Chen trusted his own judgment.

The other side would definitely give him more precise instructions before making a move.

Qing Chen cultivated in the Gravity Chamber until 9:40 pm, confirming that Liu Dezhu and others likely had finished school before he went back to his own home.

He closed the door of his bedroom and said, “Yi, are you there?”

“I am,” Yi responded.

“Where did you go yesterday?” Qing Chen asked, puzzled, “You didn’t cause any trouble, did you?”

“What trouble could I cause? Why don’t you trust me!” Yi said indignantly, “Tell me, what do you need?”

“Help me set up a separate secret group chat for Liu Dezhu, Li Tongyun, Hu Xiaoniu, Zhang Tianzhen, Nan Gengchen, and Jiang Xue. It’s like the one we’re using on my phone now,” Qing Chen said, ” I need to have a meeting and discuss things with them.”

“Okay, that’s something small I can still help with,” Yi said, “By the way, do you like a singer named ‘Bai Li’…”

Qing Chen’s expression changed, “That’s the trouble I was talking about. Don’t just chat with people randomly!”

“Alright, alright, I got it,” Yi said, “Setting up the group chat now will take about 12 minutes. Do you want real names or should they register their own nicknames?”

“Let them register their own nicknames,” Qing Chen said.

At this moment, Jiang Xue still didn’t know that Li Tongyun was also a Time Traveler. If it was real names, Xiao Tongyun would be doomed.

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Asking for monthly tickets.