82: Chapter 82 A True Dragon Has Emerged from Our Family!

Shen Wang was amused.

The Eighth Route Army was truly generous, actually giving him half of their recent spoils.

Ten gold bars—that was ten catties of gold!

He had seen with his own eyes how hard the lives of the Eighth Route Army were.

These ten gold bars were likely the most valuable and "hard currency" gift of gratitude they could offer at the moment.

"Good! Please thank the commanders for me!"

Shen Wang did not decline; he took the wooden box and placed it in the back seat of the truck.

Inside the truck, the box of antiques and jewelry sent by the Brigade Commander, along with the two boxes of border region currency sent by the Deputy Director, had already been placed.

This truck was Shen Wang's "vehicle" and "transport" for this trip.

After putting away the gold bars, Shen Wang turned to the Brigade Commander, Li Yunlong, and the others to instruct them:

"Brigade Commander, for that arsenal, just follow the blueprints to build it. If there is anything you don't understand, you... should study it more."

"Our comrades have infinite wisdom. As long as you strictly follow the blueprints, building it will absolutely not be a problem!"

The system was very thoughtful, including detailed construction and installation blueprints.

Moreover, this arsenal was only a factory complex from the fifties, so there was no heaven-defying technology involved.

The Brigade Commander and the others nodded; headquarters had already sent technical experts over, so they believed it would not be a problem.

After a pause, Shen Wang recalled another matter: "By the way, whether it's the Proximity Fuze used by the Anti-Aircraft Battalion, or the shells for the 40-rocket and 107-rocket launchers, you must manage them strictly. Never let anyone steal them!"

The Brigade Commander's expression turned stern, and he nodded heavily: "Rest assured, Mr. Shen! I understand this point! I have already issued a strict order that all relevant ammunition will have designated personnel in charge!"

Regarding the technology involved, no one was clearer about it than the Brigade Commander, who had witnessed its power firsthand!

He had already made the relevant arrangements.

Shen Wang was just mentioning it in passing.

Even if it were truly leaked, it wouldn't really matter.

Given the current industrial foundation and technology tree of the Japanese, they might not be able to fully replicate it in a short time.

And by next year at the latest, the first batch of Proximity Fuze, as well as infantry rocket launchers like the Bazooka and Panzerfaust, would appear in this era.

"With those words from the Brigade Commander, I can rest easy." Shen Wang smiled.

The group had another reluctant farewell.

Sha Zhenjiang's eyes were red; he tugged at Shen Wang's sleeve, having a thousand words to say but not knowing where to begin.

Li Yunlong patted his chest, guaranteeing that he would definitely defend He County well and wait for Shen Wang to return.

Finally, amidst everyone's reluctant gazes, Shen Wang walked over to the truck.

He then took a deep breath, rolled up his sleeves, and started cranking it with a clanking sound.

This old-fashioned truck didn't have electronic ignition; it had to be done manually.

"Chug... chug... BOOM!!"

After a series of muffled gasps from the engine, it finally started, and the exhaust pipe spewed out a cloud of black smoke.

Shen Wang clapped his hands; this job really couldn't be done without some strength.

"Alright, everyone, see you later!"

Shen Wang jumped into the driver's cab, waved at the people seeing him off, then shifted gears and stepped on the gas.

"Chug-chug-chug—"

The truck slowly drove away.

When he had driven a certain distance and confirmed that there was no one around, Shen Wang had a thought:

"Away you go!"

In an instant, the surrounding light seemed to distort.

The truck, along with Shen Wang, the gold, the antiques and jewelry, and the border region currency inside, instantly vanished from the spot.

...

2025.

Handong University, School of Political Science and Law, counselor's office.

Zhou Ming was staring blankly at his phone screen.

It was still about the incident where his young cousin had a conflict with someone at a bar in Location.

Zhou Ming had found everyone he could, but when the other party heard it involved Qijia Village, they immediately rejected his request.

The last message on the screen was one he had sent to a senior who had some connections in the Location judicial system, asking for help to inquire about the situation.

The other party only replied with one sentence: "The waters of Qijia Village are too deep. Little brother, listen to my advice: lose some money to avoid disaster," and then there was no more response.

Lose money to avoid disaster?

That was two million!

Maternal Uncle's family was just an ordinary household; even if they sold everything they owned, they couldn't fill this hole.

Zhou Ming slumped in his chair, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.

Once, he thought that as a counselor for the School of Political Science and Law at Handong University, he could barely be considered a member of the "Han University Gang."

Usually, when classmates or friends asked him to handle small matters, he could indeed facilitate them, and he felt quite dignified.

But until this moment, facing the three words "Qijia Village," he truly realized how fragile and laughable his so-called "connections" were.

Never mind joining the gang; he didn't even count as a peripheral disciple.

In the face of the Deputy Gang Leader's distant relative, he was nothing!

Just as Zhou Ming was feeling dejected, his phone rang: "Ding-dong, ding-dong."

It was a message from the family group chat.

It was still Maternal Uncle speaking.

"@Zhou Ming Daming! He's out! Your little cousin is out! He's been released! Hahaha!"

"Not only has he been released, but they just called over there and said it was a misunderstanding! They aren't pursuing it anymore! Hahaha, it's fine! It's completely fine!"

"Daming! It really had to be you! My good nephew! If it weren't for you, Maternal Uncle really wouldn't have known what to do this time!"

"What kind of person did you find? They are just too effective! In less than a day, they settled the matter! Awesome! Too awesome!"

"It goes without saying! Daming, this time it's all thanks to you! In a few days, Maternal Uncle will set up a table to properly thank you!"

"Right at the best restaurant in our Jingzhou, that Shanshui Manor!"

"@All Members Everyone come at that time! Not a single person is allowed to be missing! A true dragon has emerged in our family!"

Immediately after, other relatives in the group chat also popped up.

Maternal Second Aunt: "Oh my! He's out? That's great! Heaven bless us! I just knew our Daming had ability!"

Third Aunt: "Exactly, exactly! Daming is a teacher at Handong University; everyone he knows is a prominent figure! Solving this kind of thing is just a matter of a single word, isn't it?"

Maternal Oldest Aunt: "Shanshui Manor? I heard that place is very expensive! A casual meal costs several thousand!"

Maternal Uncle: "Expensive? No matter how expensive, we can afford to eat there! This time we saved two million! Two million! What's wrong with having a good meal? We must eat there! Hahaha!"

The group chat was instantly flooded with various congratulations, exclamations, and fancy praises for Zhou Ming.

It was as if he had performed a heroic feat of turning the tide and saving a crumbling building.

However, Zhou Ming on this end of the phone was completely bewildered.

He's out?

They aren't pursuing it?

The person I found?

Who... who did I find?

He hadn't found anyone who could solve this matter at all!

Zhou Ming was completely, capital-letter bewildered!

As for Shen Wang saying yesterday that he would ask someone, Zhou Ming had long since dismissed it as just polite talk and put it out of his mind.

Even he couldn't solve it, could Shen Wang?

Zhou Ming looked at the constant stream of unsparing praise for him in the group chat and felt his face burning.

He moved his fingers, wanting to clarify in the group chat.

But after typing halfway, he deleted it again.

How could he say it?

Say it wasn't him who handled it?

Say he was incompetent and the people he found were useless?

Wouldn't the image of being "successful" and "well-connected" that he had maintained in front of his relatives for so long completely collapse?

After hesitating again and again, Zhou Ming finally, with a complex mood, sent one sentence in the group chat:

"It's good that my little cousin is fine! I have things to do, you guys chat..."