1novels #136 - Two lines
#136 - Two lines
After making the arrangements, Ren Zhong finally felt relieved. There were too many things to handle all by himself.
However, some things could be delegated now, like the tasks he assigned to Liang Xiaofeng and Zhao Lidong. Although they seemed a bit odd in the main world, they wouldn't cause any controversy.
But some things were off-limits. Things like the "Peace Bomb" were something Ren Zhong would never dare to let go of.
If there were any slip-ups with that, it wouldn't be a matter of being able to explain it away; it could lead to a few years in prison.
So, Ren Zhong was personally collecting and organizing information in this area, spending more time on the foreign internet than the domestic one.
Regarding the things he asked Zhao Lidong to find, Ren Zhong had actually found a lot himself. He spent a considerable amount of time and money on various digital libraries. He now directly paid to download basically any digital material of value.
For some hard-to-find materials that he needed, Ren Zhong simply offered bounties to buy them. There were quite a few bounty websites now, and they were used to such requests, so Ren Zhong's purchases didn't attract any attention.
These were small expenses that greatly reduced his time, which Ren Zhong felt was very worthwhile.
Therefore, Ren Zhong had collected a lot of digital material, but it needed to be organized and printed out, which led to him buying not one, but three printers!
And they were all high-speed professional printers.
If Ren Zhong hadn't bought a new villa—an independent villa worth over three million near the small courtyard—it would have been a problem. Although it was in the countryside, the facilities were good. Most importantly, it was independent, with a garage directly accessible from the basement, so there was almost no interaction with neighbors, providing excellent privacy and security.
For Ren Zhong, although he could afford a better villa, it wasn't necessary. This one was already comfortable enough.
As for the rented apartment, Ren Zhong directly gave it to Wang Wenhui and Liang Xiaofeng as a company perk, making the two guys with monthly salaries of 5,000 feel like life wasn't so difficult.
Because the villa had many hidden secrets, Ren Zhong didn't invite his brothers over, only telling them that he had moved.
The safes were all oversized and embedded in the walls, clearly not the kind found in ordinary homes. With over 200 famous paintings, gold, and other valuables accumulated, and even temporary storage of firearms, Ren Zhong dared not put them anywhere else.
Ren Zhong's base in the main world was still relatively safe. If he needed to move objects over a large distance, he now directly transferred them through the two planes. For example, when bringing paintings to Hong Kong for trading, he would first return to the Bright Sword world, then travel to Hong Kong, and then bring the paintings directly from the Bright Sword world into Hong Kong, ensuring that Ren Zhong's interdimensional business remained uneventful.
Safety first was Ren Zhong's goal in any plane.
There was no way around it. He didn't have the superpowers of other protagonists. He was well aware of how fragile life was, which was why he had to make a trip to the rear and needed Brigade Commander and the others to provide security.
Just like on this journey, there were no major trials, but he encountered no shortage of small-time thugs and even bandits, but these small fry were a joke to Hu Zi and the others.
As things piled up, Ren Zhong finally felt what it meant that with great power comes great responsibility.
The prosperity of the main world, compared to the shattered state of the Bright Sword world, gave Ren Zhong an even stronger obsession to try to salvage this parallel timeline as much as possible.
Now it seemed that, after more than half a year, great progress had been made.
But it was far from enough.
With this obsession, Ren Zhong returned to the days of shaking and bumping along the road, finally arriving at the ultimate destination of this trip—Kuncheng!
The current Kuncheng barely resembled the Kuncheng of the main world, and the difference was even more pronounced than in other places.
The people flowing through the streets looked tired and numb. As a material transit base, Kuncheng was still a relatively good place in this era.
Although it was occasionally bombed by Japanese planes, it was otherwise a heavily guarded and relatively safe rear area.
Therefore, many people came here to make a living. From a small town of less than 100,000 people, it suddenly increased to nearly 200,000, with outsiders accounting for almost half.
Ren Zhong looked at the bustling crowd, suppressed the emotions in his heart, and silently headed to the place where talents gathered in this era.
In Ren Zhong's timeline, not much remained of the Southwest Associated University, only a monument and a museum. Apart from that, almost all tangible traces had disappeared.
But the intangible spirit had continued uninterrupted.
The closer Ren Zhong got, the more he felt a sense of connection to his bloodline.
This was something he couldn't feel even in the wartime capital of Songlinpo.
Perhaps this was inheritance.
Here, what remained was not only the great masters and famous teachers gathered, but also the indomitable spirit of the final lecture.
Outside the Associated University, Qingsong Teahouse.
Ren Zhong sat in the Qingfeng private room, watching the waiter, who was doubling as a tea master, brew a pot of Pu'er tea. He took out two copper coins, "Thank you, brother. Please don't disturb us unless we call for you." The waiter took the copper coins with a smile, "Okay, take your time, sir. Call me if you need anything."
Hu Zi stood outside the door. After a while, a young man wearing a peaked cap came over, seeing Hu Zi standing outside.
"Excuse me, are you Boss Ren? I have a family letter from my third uncle that needs to be taken back to his hometown by Boss Ren." The young man held a letter in his hand. Hu Zi glanced at it and nodded.
He let the young man in.
"Hello, Boss Ren. I am Xing Fujin from the Qiong Society, and this is my third uncle's family letter." Seeing Ren Zhong sitting there, the young man introduced himself as he handed the letter to Ren Zhong.
Ren Zhong took the letter, looked at the words on the cover, and then opened it to read a simple letter of greetings for a while. He nodded and put the letter on the table.
"Mr. Xing, please sit down. Everyone at home is well, so Mr. Xing can rest assured." Ren Zhong saw the agreed-upon signal in the letter, confirmed that he had not met the wrong person, and smiled.
"That's good. If there is anything at home that needs my help, Boss Ren, please feel free to tell me." Xing Fujin didn't know Ren Zhong's identity. He was ordered to come to make contact today and find out what task Ren Zhong had entrusted to him.
Third chapter.