Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 739 - 2 Two Worlds

Chapter 739: Chapter 2 Two Worlds

After his body was repaired by the Trojan technology, Tang Zheng was in his prime state, full of vitality. It seemed like every fiber and muscle in his body was roaring with unabated enthusiasm – even without using his ability, he could take on a hundred men singlehandedly.

"Feeling good, huh?" Lu Fan squeezed Tang Zheng’s thigh and grinned, "Don’t forget you promised to go to the amusement park with me. Alright, time to go. See you later."

The others started to say their goodbyes and teleported out of the Trojan room. For the next fifteen days, they would have some private time.

"Tang Zheng, what should we redeem?" The woman nicknamed ’Red’ rushed over to Tang Zheng’s side with a careful attitude once everyone had finished talking.

She had no intention of seducing Tang Zheng, but spending more time with him certainly wouldn’t hurt.

Jing Xiang hadn’t left yet; she was obviously planning to have a private conversation with Tang Zheng. The high school kid was sitting on the side, excitedly flipping through the Trojan list. He was drooling over every single item on there – he wanted them all.

"You guys don’t have many points, you won’t be able to afford protective clothing. You should strengthen your bodies instead. Yao Feng, stop looking at those entertainment props, you can’t afford them," Tang Zheng opened the list as well. For two thousand points, he enhanced his neural response speed twofold.

Now that Tang Zheng had reached the third-order explosive type — after training and relying on willpower, he could enter overdrive at any moment — his stamina had become enough. The only thing he lacked now was the responsive ability under ordinary state, at least to the extent of evading bullets. Against powerful conquerors like Zhuo Lie, it would be mere wishful thinking for ordinary people to defeat them with a sniper rifle.

"We’ve got 1600 points left. How about buying a bloodline card?" Tang Zheng browsed through a wide variety of bloodline cards, but eventually gave up.

Once survivors had seed abilities, they would concentrate on developing them in order to exert the strongest power. Furthermore, with their strong physique and different types of equipment, they could deal with most crises. Purchasing a bloodline card would not only be a waste of points but also like having an extra superpower, which would still be unfamiliar even if the method of use was infused into their minds.

"No wonder those in the powerful party like Zhuo Lie refuse even to equip blink cards – buying cards indeed smacks of losing touch with the essentials," Tang Zheng also felt that he should study his abilities more, especially gravity control. If used well, it would absolutely not be inferior to a Spider-Man card.

"Eight million? I’m worth eight million?" Yao Feng caught sight of the option to redeem RMB and was immediately filled with disbelief. Having come from an average family, he had never seen such a huge sum of money before. His hand shook unconsciously and instinctively reached towards the virtual screen.

Tang Zheng quickly pulled out an ammo clip and ruthlessly smashed it onto Yao Feng’s hand.

"Boss, eight hundred million though? That’s enough for the rest of my life," Yao Feng, still not understanding why Tang Zheng had stopped him, pleaded, "I’ll give you one million, no, two million. Just let me convert it. I’ve always wanted to buy a Ferrari, and now I can finally have it."

"Do you think I need your one million?" Tang Zheng angrily reached for another clip to hit him, "Even if you did manage to exchange it for cash, you wouldn’t be around to spend it."

"Boss, I was wrong. Isn’t it OK for me to listen to you?" Yao Feng’s face fell. Looking at the string of digits, he swallowed hard and still couldn’t let it go.

"Alright, tell me your cell phone number. I’ll send you two million tomorrow," At Yao Feng’s age, he probably wouldn’t have a bank account, so Tang Zheng would have to make the delivery himself as he didn’t want to reveal where his family lived, "Exchanging for money is the least valuable thing. In the Trojan Horse Game, you can make much more."

’Red’ was taken aback at hearing this. Two million! That would save her from having to work a lifetime! She couldn’t help but feel envious of the high school kid.

"Really?" Yao Feng’s eyes lit up, "Boss, how much are you worth?"

"Ten billion? To people like us, money is just a number. Survival is the most important thing. If you want a racing car, go ask Fanfan. She has over 300 luxury cars in her Alice apron that she brought from Egyptian Harbors. She disassembled all of them for spare parts. It would be no problem if you want her to assemble one for you," Tang Zheng wasn’t a hedonist, as long as he had enough money he was satisfied, "Entering Trojan World, we can grab loads of diamonds and gold to bring back, isn’t that more worthwhile than exchanging? Did you know? The console games that Bi Yun and Lu Fan play have over a hundred more years of advances than this."

"Stop dreaming. Even if you had a sports car, you wouldn’t be able to drive. What would you do if you got arrested by the traffic police? Could your family handle it? You wouldn’t even dare to apply for a license. How would you explain where you got the car?" ’Red’ shot a contemptuous look at Yao Feng. He was indeed a juvenile who didn’t know what hardship was, thinking everything was so simple.

"This sucks!" Yao Feng’s shoulders slumped. ’Red’ was right. He started to complain, "Damn! I want to be a billionaire. I want to go abroad. I want to hook up with foreign girls."

Ignoring the hysterical Yao Feng, Tang Zheng turned to ’Red’ and Jing Xiang, "Give me your bank card numbers. I’ll transfer two million to each of you. Sort out your personal affairs, and quit your jobs. Try not to attract attention."

"Thank you, Boss." Red’s face brightened up. She hadn’t expected Tang Zheng to be so generous. It would be a lie if she denied her love for money – who wouldn’t want to lead a carefree life full of pleasures?

Jing Xiang was a bit shy. She nodded but didn’t say anything else.

"Can I enhance my neural response speed?" ’Red’ had already chosen to focus on increasing her evasion rate, but still asked Tang Zheng for his opinion. She wanted to show her submissiveness, satisfying him.

"Whatever." Tang Zheng glanced at Hong Jie and waved his hand, "I’m leaving."

"Wait, are you free these days? I would like to invite you for a meal." Hong Jie could see that Tang Zheng was soft-hearted, planning to take her child to meet him, hoping to redeem some impression points. Of course, with more time spent together and facing a crisis, it is natural to help familiar faces.

"No, I don’t have time." Tang Zheng refused, not wanting to get entangled with Hong Jie. The chances of this woman surviving are not high; it would be hard to see her death scene later.

Hong Jie looked at Tang Zheng’s departure with disappointment, but dared not insist further.

"He is a good person," Jing Xiang clenched her mobile phone, worrying about her future life.

The night fell, the bright moon was in the sky, and Tang Zheng was back in the familiar city. Feeling the cold temperature of winter, he drew a deep breath.

On both sides of the street, some shops had already hung various brightly colored lights to welcome the arrival of the New Year. Everywhere you looked, it was a joyful atmosphere.

"Half a year has already passed." He took out his cell phone and opened it to look at the time. Tang Zheng sighed, then put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the Jingshan Villa District.

"I can’t go home anymore. If I suddenly disappear, it will surely arouse mom’s suspicions. Ah, such is the lack of freedom." Tang Zheng looked around. This time, he didn’t encounter the prostitute and the taxi driver. Just as he was about to take a taxi and leave, his mobile phone rang.

"Sister Xiu Ru?" Tang Zheng frowned. As soon as he picked up the call, a burst of noise came from his mobile phone, as if there was some trouble.

"Oh, the call got through! I’m fine, just calling to check in." An Xiuru had drunk a bit too much and was speaking with a drunken slurring. Then a voice roared angrily, "Step away! Don’t stand in front of me."

"Where are you? I’m coming to get you." Tang Zheng didn’t call a taxi, but ran into a dim alley. After making sure no one had noticed him, he took out a sports car, opened the door and sat in directly. A second later, the engine started roaring.

"No need, I can go back by myself." An Xiuru had just said this when she was interrupted by a crowd of men and women talking. One man’s voice was particularly loud.

"Tell me your address." Tang Zheng drove the sports car onto the highway with one hand.

"Holy shit, am I seeing this right? An Aston Martin One-77, a supercar worth 48 million, visible in our third-tier city? That’s impossible!" The taxi driver gazed at the sleekly designed One-77 with its gorgeous paint job, his excitement almost reaching a climax. He quickly took out his phone, lowered the car window, and ventured to record it.

"Why are you recording? Even if you sell yourself, you can’t afford a single tire. The New Year is approaching, what about our issues? Are you getting a divorce from your wife or not?" The prostitute, who Tang Zheng always encountered whenever he returned, sat in the passenger seat, hugging her arms and full of frosted discontent, questioning the taxi driver.

"This is the most expensive supercar in the world. It was all sold out before it was even public. Being able to see it is a real treat. If I don’t take a few memorable pictures, I won’t be able to sleep at night." The taxi driver looked on enviously, saliva almost flowing down, "Listen to the sound of this engine, so low and thick, it’s just like a powerful wild beast."

"You’re dodging the topic. I’m going to make sure you can’t sleep tonight." The prostitute was annoyed, her long legs encased in knee-high boots kicked at the front of the car, making a loud bang.

"It has a license plate, so it’s not a smuggled car. Looking at the acceleration within a hundred meters, my god, it’s so explosive." The middle-aged taxi driver watched the One-77 zoom past like a fighter jet, his face beaming with excitement. He took a deep breath, as if to keep the supercar’s exhaust in his lungs for reminiscence.

"We are in Jin’an Hotel." Another woman took the phone and gave Tang Zheng the address.

"Don’t hang up." Tang Zheng saw a familiar taxi driving by out of the corner of his eye, but paid no attention to it. He stepped on the accelerator and raced to find An Xiuru, rushing like a wind-chasing lightning.

After all, Tang Zheng had acquired driving skills by exchange, so he wasn’t much inferior to professional racers. The sports car, under his operation, was like a Shark choosing people to bite, running rampant in the steel jungle of the city.

As the New Year was approaching, some unpaid debts and business matters at work needed to be chased and settled. Further, one had to build a relationship with clients for next year’s business. So Liu Man naturally had to invite them to dinners. Having a beauty around would certainly improve the atmosphere, so she asked her good friend An Xiuru.

An Xiuru was unwilling to go, but she couldn’t resist her friend’s pleading, leading to what happened tonight. Being forced to drink was tolerable, but unexpectedly, after dinner, a so-called billionaire client became impatient and wanted to invite her to karaoke, blocking her at the hotel entrance and refusing to leave.

The supercar did not stop at all, bringing a rush of air and charging straight into everyone’s view like a knight from an ancient kingdom. Then, with a sudden brake, it stopped in front of the hotel. (To be continued. If you like this book, please vote for a recommendation at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)