Capítulo 842: Chapter 321: [Number 003] (Part 1)
But Zhou Wang was not sure whether Ding Yi’s actions in those days were coincidental or frequent…
After all, from his perspective, the two of them had already lost contact.
Soon, Zhou Wang seemed to have the answer.
Because at a certain moment in time, the silent Ding Yi suddenly spoke: “Uncle Li, place the next delivery order.”
The words were without context, but Uncle Li, the driver, nodded knowingly. He pulled out his phone, and after some operations, the “Zhou Wang” resting on an electric scooter nearby also received a new order notification.
“Zhou Wang” opened it, looked around, then got off the scooter and entered a nearby supermarket.
A moment later, “Zhou Wang” came out with some beer and snacks. Just as he was about to put them down and turn the key, his phone suddenly rang.
“Hello, who is this?”
“Hello, I’m the customer who just placed the order. Something came up on my end, so you don’t need to deliver the things I bought.”
“But…”
“The pickup code is 1619. You can either throw away or keep the items. That’s it.”
Beep beep!
Listening to the busy signal of the hung-up call, “Zhou Wang” was somewhat dumbfounded, but such things happened occasionally, so it wasn’t surprising.
After verifying the pickup code, “Zhou Wang” glanced at the beer snacks in his hand and just as he was feeling like he’d scored, he received a tip notification from the platform.
“User **** tipped you 200 yuan.”
“Zhou Wang” looked a bit astonished. Leaving the items was one thing, but to tip 200 yuan?
200 yuan was already the platform’s maximum tip limit, comparable to Zhou Wang’s earnings for a whole night.
But the real reason for his astonishment was because it wasn’t the first time he had encountered strange situations like this.
“The world is still full of… kind people!”
A cheerful “Zhou Wang” didn’t think much of it and, under Zhou Wang’s twitching gaze, sighed before continuing to ride the electric scooter for deliveries.
On the other side, Uncle Li also hung up the call and nodded slightly to Ding Yi, indicating that he had completed the task.
As the sky gradually darkened, around nine o’clock in the evening, the young man finally stopped his day’s work. He returned the electric scooter to the delivery station, took off the blue vest, opened a bottle of beer, lit a cigarette, and walked along the alleys towards the school.
At this time, Ding Yi also got out of the car, holding two books, silently following Zhou Wang from a not-too-close, not-too-far distance.
At that moment, their paces were so synchronized.
Zhou Wang’s own feelings were hard to describe. If it weren’t for the third-party perspective in the memory fragments, he wouldn’t have known that there were so many silent colors in those dark years…
While Zhou Wang was slightly distracted, he noticed Ding Yi suddenly stopped, looking around a bit confused.
Zhou Wang looked up to find that the “self” who had been walking ahead had somehow disappeared into the crowd, and Ding Yi stopped because she couldn’t see “himself”.
Hmm, where did I go?
Zhou Wang himself was a bit confused too, because even from the third-party perspective, he couldn’t find where “himself” had gone at the moment.
Just as Ding Yi was bewildered at the street corner, a figure quietly appeared behind her, “You don’t have to do this.”
The sudden voice startled the girl slightly, and Ding Yi turned around to look at “Zhou Wang” who had appeared behind her without her noticing, hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say.
Only Zhou Wang from the observational perspective noticed the anomaly.
Not only because he could confirm this was not in his normal memory, but also because of the demeanor of this “himself” in front of him.
The appearance was the same, the clothes and appearance still shabby, but the aura was completely different.
The back was straight, the expression indifferent, the brows and eyes exuding aloofness… such demeanor was more similar to the “self” in [Code 006].
What on earth is going on?
Split personality, or a system-created avatar…
Zhou Wang himself was confused, only able to choose to watch patiently.
“You… noticed long ago?”
Ding Yi was slightly flustered but quickly adjusted her emotions.
“You don’t have to do this.”
The young man remained calm, didn’t explain, just repeated the words.
Ding Yi bit her lip, took a deep breath, and said: “But Zhou Wang, you don’t have to be like this either. Did you see the message I sent you before, I… can lend you money. It won’t be a lot, and I won’t make it a burden for you, you can plan to pay it back slowly…”
“I don’t need it.”
The young man shook his head, directly interrupting her. As Ding Yi looked up in surprise, the young man said calmly:
“I have my own plans, can I ask you… not to disturb me anymore?”
“You…”
Ding Yi seemed surprised that Zhou Wang would say that, her breath stopped a bit, and her eyes turned slightly red.
But Ding Yi was Ding Yi, soon she smiled again, “Zhou Wang, it’s good for a boy to have pride, I know you might feel embarrassed, but you’re only nineteen, your future will definitely shine, didn’t I say this to you in my freshman year, so…”
“Are you done?”
“Zhou Wang” interrupted her at this moment, glanced at a non-existent watch, and said flatly: “I’m in a hurry, sorry…”
Saying so, Zhou Wang turned and walked away.
Ding Yi’s smile froze, under the bright lights, she stood there dazedly, for a long, long time…
Zhou Wang didn’t know how long it was either, as his perspective was forcibly pulled back to “himself”.
“Boring soul chicken soup, dull love segment.”
Zhou Wang heard “himself” mutter this, then pulled out a phone to make a call,
A moment later, Zhou Wang followed “himself” with big steps to a public restroom nearby, where a motorcycle rider dressed in all black was waiting, holding a package.
“Mr. Zhou?”
After confirming the identity with “himself,” the rider handed the package to Zhou Wang, then drove away.
As for “himself,” he took the package and went straight into the restroom. Ten minutes later, when “himself” came out again, Zhou Wang was stunned.
A smart black casual suit, shiny black leather shoes, hair freshly styled into a slicked-back look, combined with a stern face, instantly looked like a domineering CEO from a TV drama, catching the eye of a cleaning lady nearby.
The newly dressed “Zhou Wang” checked the passport and ID in hand, then waved down a taxi by the roadside.
“To the airport, please be quick.”
“Zhou Wang” casually pulled two hundred-yuan notes from the not-so-thick wallet and threw them to the driver, thus speaking.
More than half an hour later, the taxi drove into Ming City Changshui International Airport, and Zhou Wang watched as “himself” boarded a flight from Ming City to Paris.
…
Boom!
As the plane took off, the scene in front of him suddenly seemed to fast forward at eight times the speed, rapidly advancing.
Zhou Wang watched helplessly as “himself” reached Paris, got off the plane, and left Charles de Gaulle Airport, only then did the scene slow down.
In his vision, a Rolls-Royce drove up the reception passage, and after the car stopped, a slightly chubby white man hurriedly scrambled out from the back seat, full of joy, trying to approach “Zhou Wang” for a hug.
“Oh, dear Zhou, it’s so good to see you again, if you hadn’t come, those old folks at the Chamber of Commerce might have flown to Huaxia to visit you…”
While the white man’s greeting was respectful and enthusiastic, Zhou Wang’s mind automatically supplied his identity —
Vice President of the Paris Chamber of Commerce, Fel Renault.