Rebirth 09: Synthetic Male God

Chapter 980 But You Are Part of My Destiny
Since parting with Tong Xin in the gym that day, Zhou Rui has never contacted her again.

He doesn't reply to messages and doesn't answer phone calls, as if he is expressing his attitude with practical actions.

Not blocked, but rejected.

In the next two days, Zhou Rui would think of Tong Xin when he was absent-minded after work.
My heart is a little complicated
If there was no [Aquaman] entry and he hadn't seen the fortune-telling, he probably wouldn't have teased her repeatedly.

For example, using escape to forget, or using forgetting to escape.

Unfortunately, some things have weight if you know them.
Maybe things have been a bit too intense recently and both sides should take some time to calm down.
September 9th, ten days have passed since the summit in Hangzhou, and there are only two weeks left until the National Day holiday.

This year is neither the fifth nor the tenth day of the lunar calendar, so it won't be a big celebration, but Zhou Rui still received an invitation to go to northern Beijing to participate in the celebration.

After much deliberation, he decided not to go because he had too much to do before National Day.

After the summit, Onaga Shio had a private conversation with Zhou Rui for several hours and had confirmed many things, especially the second trip to Ryukyu, the acceptance of the Kate rocket base and the "joint exercise" planned.

In order to get a good start, the "joint exercise" was specially scheduled for two days before National Day. Zhou Rui would leave for Ryukyu around the 23rd. It would be very troublesome if he had to travel back and forth by himself during the National Day.

In addition, Old Man Mickey also came to Shanghai, and Zhou Rui had to arrange "life-extending treatment" for him, and all this had to happen even before leaving for Ryukyu.

So Zhou Rui took the time to make a special phone call to explain the situation to the "Beijing North Tobacco Factory".

Shanghai, Hongqiao Railway Station.

An old man wearing a Zhongshan suit, with white beard and no hair, old but standing straight, walked out steadily.

Behind him were Xiao Liu, who was fifty years old...well, almost sixty years old, carrying a lot of bags, and a young staff member pushing a wheelchair.

"Uncle! Uncle, just sit down! I've brought it all here!"

Mickey Mouse waved one hand and said, "No, I'm not that old yet!"

The staff was sweating profusely, thinking to themselves, "How can you say such a thing? You are only three years away from being a hundred years old!"

He also received a notification from the railway system that there was an extremely elderly passenger. He was shocked when he looked at the system! What does 97 years old mean?
If his great-grandmother who passed away more than ten years ago were still alive, she would be at this level! Moreover, she is a "benefited person", so she is probably a meritorious veteran.

So I took my wheelchair and waited on the platform early.

As a result, Mi San, who was riding the car normally, couldn't do it. How could the old man lose face like this? He was nimble on the road when riding the car, but he was forced into a wheelchair in public as soon as he got off the car?

As a result, one of them walked in front and the other followed behind and left the station.

Behind the two men, sixty-year-old Xiao Liu was holding a large box in each hand and was sweating profusely.

I thought to myself, actually I’m not young anymore, so why don’t you let me sit?
If it really doesn't work, you can put the box on the wheelchair!

Mi San looked around for a moment and walked straight towards a person in the corner. Zhou Rui, who was in disguise, was stunned. He didn't expect that old man Mi recognized him at a glance.

Zhou Rui and Old Man Mi hugged each other:
"The look now is good!"

"I didn't see clearly, but considering that you are so tall and well built, it is most likely you."

"Okay. Did you have a smooth journey?"

"What's wrong with that? High-speed rail is amazing."

Zhou Rui supported Mi San. Mi San hesitated slightly but did not break free, and the two of them walked out.

It was actually only after Zhou Rui repeatedly invited him that Mr. Mi came to Shanghai this time.

Long before Zhou Rui had performed "life-extending treatment" on the elders Yuan and Sun, he had invited Mi San. However, at that time Mi San did not understand what "life-extending treatment" was and only treated it as a general physical examination.

Later, after the "life-extending treatment" quota management plan was announced to the public, Zhou Rui invited Mi San again.

Although Mi San's physique was different from that of ordinary people, and he had practiced the "Six Qigongs" for decades, as well as the "Ruyi Jin" taught by Zhou Rui later, which also came from a wild Taoist priest, his body was indeed strong.

But it's just a piece of iron, and it should have rusted after more than ninety years. Zhou Rui felt it was still necessary to make some arrangements for the old man.

Just like the elders Yuan and Sun, if you wait until serious symptoms appear before taking action, then extending your life will not save your life.

However, what Mr. Mi said at the time was that since the "social quota" announced to the public was 200 people a year, he would just wait patiently for notification from the state.

If the country asks him to go, he will go. It doesn't matter if it is not his turn. But I, Mi San, don't want to do anything like using backdoors.

Although Mi San was full of meritorious service, having never missed a single battle from the War against Japan to the War against the U.S., Zhou Rui estimated that he would definitely be among the 200 socialization quotas in the first year.

After all, there are very few people who are more qualified than Mi San.

But Zhou Rui still persuaded him: "If you use the back door, won't you save a quota? Then one more veteran or model worker can receive 'life extension treatment', which will be good for everyone."

Mi San was persuaded and picked up his bag and came to Shanghai.

Zhou Rui brought Mi San and Xiao Liu to the underground parking lot. Then he would send Old Man Mi directly to Zhongshan Hospital for a comprehensive examination.

When he saw the Hongqi N501, Michelangelo's eyes lit up. He couldn't tell the difference between the specific models, but as a veteran who had participated in many National Day celebrations, he would not mistake this model by its aura.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up: "Now you're riding in this car?"

Zhou Rui grinned, trying to make the old man happy, and deliberately showed off: "Hehe, not bad, right? It's arranged by the organization, so I look very impressive wherever I go."

Mi San opened the car door in a cool manner: "It's OK, but not as good as I was back then."

Zhou Rui asked curiously: "What car did you take back then?"

"Me? I rode a tank to Seoul and was impressive. I rode a command vehicle to Chaotianmen in northern Beijing and was impressive as well."

"You are still better."

The two of them got in the car and headed towards Zhongshan Hospital.

On the way, Zhou Rui and Mi San chatted about trivial things in the past two years.

For example, Xiao Liu is also going to retire this year, after all, he is almost sixty years old.

Counting from his youth, this is already the eighth generation of Mickey Mouse's orderly, but in the end they still didn't send the old man away.

As for whether he would be sent away by Mi San, it depends on whether Xiao Liu can fight back. Anyway, after the life-extending treatment, the old man's life span has become unknown.
Zhou Rui suddenly thought that if his technology continued to break through, people of the generation of Mickey Mouse, Yuan Lao, and Sun Lao might live much longer than everyone imagined.
Mi San suddenly said: "By the way, you are already in your thirties this year, why haven't you gotten married yet?" A drop of cold sweat ran down Zhou Rui's forehead: "Not that old, 27, in lunar age."

"It's pretty much the same."

In his opinion, a difference of about ten years is not a big deal.

"You are just too capable and too conceited. The girl who first came to the village with you was very nice, but I never saw her again."

In the passenger seat, Linto pricked up his ears.

As Zhou Rui became famous, he naturally knew who this Grandpa Mi was talking about, and even alarmed his local colleagues at the time.

Speaking of which, according to the information he had, there was a good opportunity today to create a chance encounter for Zhou Rui.
But Mr. Zhou said two days ago that we should stop for a while.
I can only find another opportunity later.
Zhou Rui quickly changed the subject: "The last time you came to Shanghai was two years ago, right? I'll get you hospitalized first, but we can still eat out tonight and take you out for a walk in the evening."

Mi San did not ask any further questions. It was just a reminder for young people to show their concern.

If you keep nagging me, it might seem like you are taking advantage of your age.

"Okay, I'll just follow your instructions and find some authentic shops."

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At the same time, on the other side of Shanghai.

In a restaurant, the partitions of the private rooms were removed, and two large round tables were filled with more than 30 people, most of whom were girls.

Today is a big dinner for "Meixun Network Technology Co., Ltd."

The reason for arranging this time is due to work considerations. The National Day is approaching and the e-commerce business is busy. After the National Day, it will be another month of preparation for Double Eleven. As time goes by, this morale-boosting dinner was scheduled in mid-to-late September.

As the boss, Tong Xin sat in the first seat, looking at the dozens of people below, and for a moment he was a little dazed.

Before we knew it, the company already has so many people?

Although it is nothing to many people, for her, an ordinary girl from Qinghe County, she has been working hard silently in the past few years and is filled with emotion.

For some reason, this scene has some overlap, and the layout is particularly similar to the classmates’ dinner after the college entrance examination.

This reminded her of someone again.

The mood is more complicated
After that day, although he did not reply to any messages from Zhou Rui, he had read the contents over and over again on his phone countless times. Many people in the company also felt that the boss was in a bad mood recently.

In companies with a lot of girls, dinner parties are particularly noisy. The working atmosphere at "Meixun" has always been good, and everyone gathers together to chat.

Tong Xin's assistant worked hard on behalf of the boss and finally arranged for everyone to be seated.

He said in a loud voice: "There is red wine on the table, you can drink it or not as you like."

After saying that, he picked up the bottle and opened it with great effort.

Just as I was about to put it back, a wine glass came into view.

Turning around, his boss said calmly, "Pour me some."

The assistant was a little surprised. Her boss basically never drinks alcohol, even when he goes out to meet clients.
But I didn't think much about it. Maybe the boss was in a good mood.
Tong Xin held the goblet and took a sip.

Bitterness explodes on the taste buds and then turns into sourness
The assistant said to Tong Xin, "Boss, can you say something?"

Tong Xin came back to her senses and picked up her wine glass: "Everyone relax today. There will be singing after the dinner. Of course, if you have something to do at home, you don't have to attend the second party."

Tong Xin encouraged herself and stood up: "Those who have wine should drink it, those who don't have wine should drink it, let's have a drink together and prepare for Singles' Day and Double Eleven!"

Amid the lively response, Tong Xin drank the whole glass in one gulp.

Others looked a little surprised. There were many young girls in the company and the drinking culture was not very strong. Even if they raised their glasses, they would only take a small sip at most.

In the end, the boss drank it all and they only took a sip. Isn't that inappropriate?
Some people regretted that they should have chosen juice.
Three hours later.

The door of the restaurant.

There were many young girls, all of them were a little drunk.

"Let me tell you! I was the first one to follow Mr. Tong! There were only four people in the company at that time! I am a veteran, don't you know?"

"Hey! I'm the sales champion, Lululu~"

"You! Looking for a beating!"

"Stop chatting outside the door. Those who are singing, get in the car! Two drunk people, take two sober people! And those who are going home, call a taxi quickly. I'll watch you get in the car one by one."

"Hey~ Whose husband is here to pick someone up? Come over and claim this handsome guy!"

"Hey? Where's Mr. Tong?"

"Mr. Tong? It seems that the car just now has left."

"Then get in the car, quickly!"

It took nearly twenty minutes for the show to end, and a scene not uncommon in Shanghai was played out on the busy streets.

The few people who didn't drink were dizzy and finally went back to the box. After making sure no one was left behind, they got up and set off.

The road became quieter until everyone left.
A few dozen meters away, in the bus station with its back to the restaurant, a figure sat on a stainless steel bench, with his head down and his hands covering his face.

A bus stopped at the platform. The driver took one look and knew that the driver was drunk, so he shouted, "Is bus No. 11 here? It's the last bus."

The figure with his head down shook his head. The driver hesitated when he saw that it was a young girl.
But he didn't hesitate for much, slammed the car door shut, and drove away.

There are fewer and fewer vehicles on the road, and the downtown area is gradually becoming quieter.
I don’t know how long it was before another No. 22 bus stopped at the platform.

A figure walked down.

"Tong Xin?"

(End of this chapter)