140: The real-world connections lay a solid foundation, and the martial arts plot begins to emerge.

Chapter 58: Reality Projections and Deep Intersections, Buying a Car and Face-Slapping with Confidence

On Thursday morning at 7:30, Xie Hui was vibrated awake by a WeChat message on his mobile phone. He opened it to find a message from Lin Wei, accompanied by a screenshot of a chaotic Excel spreadsheet: "Brother Xie, I've modified the energy consumption data according to the template you gave me, but the technical department says it's still wrong. Headquarters is pushing hard, I'm worried sick!"

Xie Hui rubbed his eyes, remembering Lin Wei's anxious look yesterday—it almost overlapped with Su Mingyu's expression when she was being made things difficult for by suppliers during the new energy project. He quickly fished out the smartphone he had brought back from the all is well world from his inner universe. It contained the "Photovoltaic Energy Consumption Parameter Comparison Table" compiled by Su Mingyu's project team, with even the most detailed "Component Temperature Compensation Coefficient" clearly marked. Stashing the phone, he also grabbed a bottle of nine flower jade dew pills (fearing someone might have low blood sugar on-site). Xie Hui changed into a newly bought casual suit and rushed out to Lin Wei's project site.

The project site was in the suburbs, with rows of photovoltaic panels neatly arranged. Lin Wei was squatting by the equipment, clutching a calculator, her forehead covered in sweat. People from the technical department surrounded her: "Manager Lin, if we can't submit qualified data today, headquarters will stop our project approval!" Xie Hui walked over and patted her shoulder: "Don't panic, let me take a look."

He took the tablet, pulled up the comparison table on his phone, and pointed to the "Daily Power Generation Calculation" column: "You calculated the 'Peak Sunshine Hours' based on the average. Actually, you need to apply seasonal corrections here: add 0.2 for summer and subtract 0.3 for winter, then multiply by the component degradation rate, and the data will be correct." As he spoke, he made the modifications directly on the tablet. In less than ten minutes, a new data sheet was produced. When the technical department staff ran the numbers, their eyes lit up: "That's it! The energy consumption calculated this way perfectly meets the headquarters' standard!"

Lin Wei excitedly grabbed Xie Hui's hand: "Brother Xie, you're truly my savior! If this project succeeds, I'll give you a twenty percent share of the profits!" Xie Hui smiled and waved his hand: "Let's get the project off the ground first; there's no rush for the profits." Looking at the light in Lin Wei's eyes, he remembered when he helped Su Mingyu solve the supplier issues; she had the same look—the "projections" in reality always reminded him of the sincere efforts that hadn't been in vain.

At noon, Xie Hui had just finished a bowl of beef noodles with Lin Wei near the construction site when Chen Xi's call came through. Her voice carried a sob: "Mr. Xie, a client said I miscalculated the VAT and wants to complain to the firm, saying they'll make me lose my job..." Xie Hui asked for the address and drove to Chen Xi's accounting firm.

Inside the firm, Chen Xi was crouching under her workstation, clutching a crumpled tax form. The client was a pot-bellied man shouting at her supervisor: "You can't even figure out the input tax! What kind of crappy firm is this? If you don't give me an explanation today, I'm switching to another one!"

Xie Hui walked over, took the tax form, and glanced at it, pointing to the "Fixed Asset Deduction" column: "President Wang, it's not that she miscalculated. Your company included 'fixed assets used for collective welfare' in the deductible items. According to tax law, cafeteria refrigerators and dormitory air conditioners cannot be deducted. She was correct." As he spoke, he pulled out the laptop he brought back from all is well from his bag and opened the "Common Audit Pitfalls" document compiled by Zhu Li. "Look, this is a similar case from three years ago. It can be found on the tax bureau's official website. If you don't believe me, let's call to verify right now."

President Wang leaned in to look. The policy clauses and cases in the document were exactly the same as his company's situation. His face instantly turned red, and he muttered: "I thought these could be deducted..." Chen Xi's supervisor quickly smoothed things over: "President Wang, this is a misunderstanding. Our Little Chen is very professional." Chen Xi stood up, her eyes red, but she smiled at Xie Hui: "Mr. Xie, how do you know everything?" "I've handled quite a few audit matters for friends before." Xie Hui helped her fold the tax form. "In the future, if you encounter something you can't handle, don't shoulder it alone; call me directly."

At 3:00 PM, just after Xie Hui sent Chen Xi back to her desk, Zhang Lan's WeChat popped up with a photo of Xiao Nuo having a fever: "Mr. Xie, Xiao Nuo's fever has reached 38.9 degrees. The hospital's appointments are full, and her father refuses to pay child support. I'm really at my wits' end..." Zhang Lan was the single mother Xie Hui helped yesterday. She looked like Wu Fei, and even Xiao Nuo was as clingy as Xiao Mi—this was Wu Fei's "reality projection."

Xie Hui's heart tightened. He retrieved a nine flower jade dew pill and a thermometer from his inner universe and drove to Zhang Lan's home. Zhang Lan lived in an old residential area with hallways cluttered with junk. Xiao Nuo lay on the bed, her face flushed, softly calling for "Uncle Xie." Xie Hui dissolved the nine flower jade dew pill in warm water and slowly fed it to Xiao Nuo. Then, using simple massage techniques he learned from the legend of the condor heroes world, he pressed her Neiguan acupoint on her wrist—within half an hour, Xiao Nuo's temperature dropped to 37.5 degrees, and her eyes brightened.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Xie." Zhang Lan handed him a glass of warm water, her voice choking. "Xiao Nuo's father didn't give child support again this month, saying he has no money, but I saw him driving a new car yesterday..." Xie Hui frowned, took out a pen and paper from his bag, and helped Zhang Lan draft a "Child Support Collection Letter." He also checked Xiao Nuo's father's salary history (which Zhang Lan had sent before): "His monthly salary is 12,000. By law, he must provide 2,400 to 3,600 in child support. Give him this letter and say if he doesn't pay, you'll apply to the court for compulsory execution, which will affect his credit score. He'll definitely be scared."

Zhang Lan held the letter, her confidence restored. She sent it to Xiao Nuo's father that afternoon—within an hour, the other party transferred 3,000 yuan and sent a message saying he would "pay on time from now on." At 6:00 PM, Zhang Lan sent Xie Hui a photo of Xiao Nuo eating porridge, with a message: "Mr. Xie, you are the benefactor of us mother and daughter."

After handling these matters, Xie Hui remembered it was time to buy a car—he used to get his shoes stepped on while squeezing onto the subway, but now that he had money, it was time for a personal vehicle. He drove to a 4S dealership, choosing a shop that sold SUVs. As soon as he entered, a young saleswoman glanced at him and said dismissively: "Sir, our SUVs start at 200,000 at the lowest. If you're looking for a commuter car, there's a place next door selling small domestic cars."

Xie Hui didn't waste words. He walked straight to a black SUV and knocked on the door: "How much is this one? Can I take it today with a full payment?" The saleswoman was stunned and quickly called for the manager. The manager came over, saw Xie Hui wearing a casual suit and holding the latest mobile phone, and his attitude changed immediately: "Sir, this is the top-of-the-line model, 228,000. If you pay in full now, we can also give you free maintenance for the year." Xie Hui nodded: "Fine, let's sign the contract now. Swipe the card."

Just after swiping the card, he saw Zhou the Skinner from his former company walking in with a woman. Zhou the Skinner used to constantly PUA Xie Hui and had owed him three months of performance bonuses. Seeing Xie Hui, Zhou the Skinner said sarcastically: "Oh, Xie Hui? Whose car are you helping to look at? I remember you couldn't even bear to ride a shared bike before, right?"

Xie Hui leaned against the new car, took out his phone, and pulled up a screenshot of his bank balance—after cashing out the 350,000, plus previous project dividends, he had 420,000: "Manager Zhou, I bought it for myself, paid in full. By the way, the 5,000 in performance bonuses you owed me was finally given to me last month. Don't owe employees money in the future; it affects the company's reputation."

Zhou the Skinner looked at the numbers on the screenshot, then at the new car beside Xie Hui. His face instantly turned pale, and he hurriedly pulled the woman toward the door without even taking the brochure the salesperson offered. The surrounding salespeople, watching this scene, couldn't help but give Xie Hui a thumbs up: "Brother, this is what you call low-key showing off wealth!"

At 8:00 PM, Xie Hui drove his new car home and parked it downstairs in the residential area. Previously, he could never find a parking spot, but now when the security guard saw his new car, he actively directed him: "Sir, I've saved a VIP spot for you!" Xie Hui smiled and thanked him. After going upstairs, he began organizing things for his next Transmigration: he saved the project parameter table he made for Lin Wei, Chen Xi's audit template, and Zhang Lan's child support letter onto his laptop. He also checked the gold bars (two left) and nine flower jade dew pills (more than half a bottle left) in his inner universe.

Lying in bed, Xie Hui looked at the new car outside the window and touched the photos of the three female leads under his pillow—Su Mingyu's victory banquet, Zhu Li's new apartment, and the photo of Wu Fei and Xiao Mi. He knew he was no longer that Corporate Slave who got his shoes stepped on in the subway. The pleasant journey in the real world had only just begun.