I'm Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl Chapter 672: Mr. Zhang Again!

Chapter 672: Mr. Zhang Again!

I had to charge my phone in order to investigate the hypothesized ‘confession’, but I ran into a huge problem.

I was confident my phone could hold a lot of power, so I didn’t bring a charger.

But it ran out of power because it was in a place with no signal for a long time. (Plus I even used it to broadcast music for help, wrote a really long final note, and even used it as a flashlight.)

My phone is a counterfeit with a limited production? (I’ve only seen Gong CaiCai’s summer school teacher use the same one as me.) It might be advertised as a 4000mAh mobile power bank and cellphone in one…

But it has an outdated charging port! Usually, it’s difficult to borrow a charger from someone else to charge the phone.

I was worrying about whether I would have to wait until I got home to charge the phone and see the message, but then I saw Director Cao and Eunuch Cao walking towards us.

“I told you Xiao Ye Zi would be fine.” Director Cao patted my dad on the shoulders, but it took some effort since he wasn’t as tall as my dad.

My dad was very grateful and said sincerely: “Director Cao, it’s all because of your help. If there was no one around to help me, I would have been worried to death.”

“Look at our relationship.” Director Cao patted the fat on his chest. “We are both generals personally selected by the president of the HHH club.”

“Also.” Director Cao lowered his voice, “The leader admires your literary talent. He hopes the next time you write a review, you criticize the fall of American imperialism… although I don’t know the president, but I could tell we would both get benefits if we make him happy.”

“Did you know, after the president heard I was cooperating with someone who sells luxury watches, he ordered tens of it at once. He paid for it all at once and even said the styles were new, but it wasn’t as good as a Patek Philippe…”

d.a.m.n, I heard from my dad Patek Philippe SA is a Swiss luxury watch and clock manufacturer established in 1839. Many of the watches costs millions of RMB! Director Cao’s investor sells his watches for hundreds of thousands…. does the HHH Club president’s money fall from the sky?

Why does it feel like he has even more money than Ai Mi?

After Director Cao asked about my condition, he continued to chat with my dad. His son, Eunuch Cao, walked over towards me.

He bowed towards me: “Good day master, it’s a clear day…”

Clear my a.s.s, can’t you see it’s turning cloudy?

“Evil…” I wanted to say “evil creature”, but then remembered his father was next to us, so I wanted to change it to Eunuch Cao, but that also was not appropriate. I just called him by his full name like the cla.s.s leader.

“Jing Shen, where did you go? I heard you stayed behind last night but you couldn’t be found during the search?”

I kind of blamed my bad disciple for not caring about the safety of his master at all.

“Master, you’re wrong! I treat master as if you’re my biological father!”

d.a.m.n, your real father is right next to you, but you’re saying that right here?

“I was in Mr. Zhang’s cabin when I found out master had disappeared. I couldn’t join the search because I found important evidence, I was using another method to save master!”

“What method?”

According to Eunuch Cao, he did something else besides informing Director Cao that I was in danger and asking him to tell my dad.

“I have been at Mr. Zhang’s home, looking for a map. Look, I even brought the map with me!”

He said as he handed me a wrinkled map.

I frowned as I unfolded the map, only to see several symbols marked on it with very crude penmanship. In addition to what looked like a forest, there was a circular hole.

“What is it?” After looking at it for a few minutes, I gave up trying to crack this Da Vinci code.

“Master, it’s a map with the location of the bear trap you fell into marked on it.”

“Why would he have this map in…” I realized halfway through my sentence.

“d.a.m.n, so he was the one who dug the trap! I saved his grandson, but this is how he repays me?”

In order to have a romantic relationship as an elder, he planted flowers and dug a bear trap! Did he want to trap a black bear, then get its gall to sell for money?

Fortunately, he gave up for some reason. If there were other installations in that trap (such as sharpened bamboo sticks), I would have offered myself to protect the wildlife!

“Master, are you angry, do you want to seek revenge on Mr. Zhang?” Eunuch Cao saw the anger in my eyes and immediately gave me an idea, “I have already found the information of all his relatives from Mr. Zhang’s grandson, Ah Xing. Master, you can find an appropriate person that you think you can take revenge on, for example, Mr. Zhang has a granddaughter who is in elementary school in Dong Shan city…

Who would be as perverted as you? Why would I get revenge on Mr. Zhang’s granddaughter who is in elementary school?

Also, didn’t you already make an oath of brotherhood with Ah Xing? Why are you betraying him so fast?

Hearing me accuse him of disregarding his oath, Eunuch Cao sighed coldly and said proudly, “As long as it’s for master, I can even betray my own father.”

Your own father is right next to you and it’s amazing how he didn’t even react after he heard.

Oh right, you just said you treat your master like your real father, but now you said you would betray your real father. In other words, since you treat me as your father, then you could also betray me too.

In short, he has zero integrity. Honestly, it’s a shame if someone like him can’t travel back to ancient times to be an actual eunuch.

Although I fell into the bear trap and it led me to eat the b.u.t.terfly and get sick, I won’t get revenge on Mr. Zhang, nor will I get revenge on his granddaughter.

I ran into a nameless mountain that had a warning sign. Even if I didn’t fall into the bear trap, I could have ran into other dangers.

If I didn’t fall into the trap, but ran into a bear like the bald-headed fighter, then I might not have been able to escape like him.

If I let Xiao Qin see my half-eaten body, she will be grief-stricken and maybe even fight with the bear. Even if Xiao Qin’s combat strength is far beyond that of her peers, I do not think she can beat an adult black bear, maybe Peng TouSi might be able to.

Also, there are some holes in Eunuch Cao’s words. The trap may indeed have been dug by Mr. Zhang, but before I was rescued, it was impossible to know that I had fallen into a bear trap, or even know exactly which mountain I was in.

I’m not going to try and pursue the truth, what’s done is done.

I have more important things to do. If Dr. Yu and his colleague can cure me, then that would be great. If not, I want to use the time I have left to try and not leave behind any regrets.

My schedule is full, but in no way does it include “getting revenge on Mr. Zhang’s granddaughter”.

If I rap– Mr. Zhang’s granddaughter and it can cure my heart disease, then it would be understandable if I did it to live. Since it can’t cure my heart disease, if I did it, it would be showing the world that I’m a deranged lolicon.

How would I be able to face Ai Mi?!

“What, you would rather x.x.xx an elementary student than take me?” Ai Mi would definitely question.

Don’t look at me, don’t look at your filthy brother! Constable Ma, come arrest me! If I can even x.x.x an elementary school student, then my sister isn’t safe in front of me!

Even if it was to cure my disease, it would still be inexcusable.

As I was having random thoughts, the batmobile Ai Mi often rides, quietly pulled up next to the RV. A familiar bodyguard got off the car along with the French chef and his two a.s.sistants.

As soon as the French chef got off the car, he put on his tall chef’s hat and he seemed happy to see me.

I’ve praised him for his cooking with my actions, so he’s always been impressed with me, a chef who “considers cooking to be his life” (not an exaggeration).

He doesn’t speak Chinese, but through an interpreter, I learned that to celebrate my rescue and at Peng TouSi’s suggestion, Ai Mi was going to have the French chef make a banquet for the people who partic.i.p.ated in the rescue and haven’t left yet.

I quietly told my dad along with Director Cao and his son: “Don’t say bad stuff about the food when we’re eating later.”

I said as I glanced at the long object in the French chef’s bag and speculated that it might be the j.a.panese knife given to him by the j.a.panese master who taught him how to handle puffer fish.

He’s very fragile and has low self-esteem. He might really kill himself if you say his food is bad, I’m not joking around!”