Withdrawing Money

Withdrawing Money

The Special Medicine described in the paper targeted bacteria.

Once targeted, the bacteria produced a new enzyme.

The new enzyme was passed to the immune system, stimulating it to generate antibodies.

The antibodies targeted H1N1, so the immune cells went on a killing spree and eliminated the virus.

In the end, the human body achieved recovery and immunity.

"The entire process is a chain reaction, which is why you find it too indirect and suspect it might just be luck."

"However, after each person takes the Special Medicine, the enzymes secreted by the bacteria in their body are similar, yet different!"

"People have subtle genetic differences, different blood types, different bacterial environments within their bodies, different levels of bacterial activity, and, above all, different immune systems."

"Under such circumstances, once bacteria react to the medicine, the enzymes they secrete and pass to the immune system will also differ."

"And that is the crux of the matter. Though the enzymes differ, each one is the best fit for that particular person!"

Different meant different. It meant that synthesizing one enzyme could only save a few specific people... it could not be widely applied.

The enzymes secreted by the bacteria in Zhang San's body were only best suited to saving Zhang San.

The enzymes secreted by the bacteria in Li Si's body were only best suited to saving Li Si...

That was easy enough to understand. The living environments of intestinal flora differed. The bacterial colonies in the bodies of vegetarians and meat lovers were simply not the same.

Thus, the "tip-off letters" sent to the immune system by different bacterial colonies were also different.

They were all tip-off letters, and their contents were broadly similar. But their writing style, tone, and habitual wording differed!

The enzymes differed, yet they ultimately all produced the same kind of antibody.

Everyone stared at the table in shock. They knew what this meant.

It meant that bacteria had "treated" the virus.

Of course, this did not mean bacteria possessed consciousness. Rather, as microbial communities, they possessed a resilience and adaptability entirely their own!

This was adaptive evolution, as well as behavior that changed the environment.

They adapted to the time and varied from person to person. Under the guidance and assistance of the Special Medicine, they produced adaptive responses best suited to their host.

The human immune system was stimulated in advance as a result, adapted accordingly, and then produced antibodies.

"This is an entirely new line of thought!"

"If it works against most viruses, then this is undoubtedly a more advanced treatment paradigm!"

Everyone present was an expert. They quickly realized that this treatment method, which made use of bacterial adaptive evolution and environmental changes, was revolutionary!

If modern medicine pursued the elimination of pathogens through every possible means—

Then what this paper pursued was "self-healing," a natural recovery.

"The theory makes sense..."

"But what kind of freakish mind could create a medicine like this?"

"So what if we understand the logic? This is practically an entirely new discipline. We're completely in the dark!"

"How can just a few compounds influence and alter bacterial colonies? And perfectly cure a virus in such an indirect way... How did this person know it had to be these compounds? How did he come up with this formula?"

Everyone was dumbfounded. If they could not find the patterns and logic within it, then using this method to develop medicine would be like harnessing the butterfly effect.

Little did they know that Huang Ji had indeed made use of the butterfly effect.

The Chaos System was nearly impossible to calculate.

Only nearly, because the computational load was simply too immense.

Theoretically, as long as the computational capacity was great enough, the future could be predicted.

Humanity's current computing power could already forecast the weather and even create artificial rainfall.

But Huang Ji did not need to calculate anything. He only needed to sense the automatically simulated results of information.

As long as he used his knowledge to keep experimenting, he would know every effect and outcome of a medicine.

"The threat level has changed. H1N1, which was originally going to become a global pandemic, has been strangled in the cradle ahead of time! It has become an ordinary flu..."

"And the name Messiah has also left an impression in people's hearts, beginning to slowly ferment."

Huang Ji returned to the warehouse and sensed this outcome with a hand on his forehead. He was very satisfied.

Information about the future was the highest probability deduced from events that had already occurred.

The highest probability, so it was equivalent to the "most accurate value" under the Chaos System.

The reason the future could still change was because the initial values had changed.

"So the greatest variable is myself..."

"Because I sensed the most probable future, that very moment made the future uncertain."

"Changing the overall direction may require major alterations, but the small details can change in an instant."

Sitting in the warehouse, Huang Ji ran simulations to see whether the Illuminati would take notice of this matter.

He quickly confirmed that they would.

One week later, someone from the Illuminati would call Ma Ye and the others again, asking them to find a man named Hua Xu. They would provide a portrait and a photo of his back.

Zhang Junwei would receive that call as well, but he would not betray him.

"They're even paying attention to something like this?"

Huang Ji smiled. He had naturally been mentally prepared for people to search for him with a portrait.

However, before meeting with the professors, Huang Ji had altered his facial muscles.

So-called facial muscle alteration involved using acupuncture to stimulate certain points and change the state of the facial muscles.

Even if two people had exactly the same skull, their faces could still have many different possibilities.

If the muscles over the cheekbones became slightly stiffer, or the flesh around the jaw contracted from stimulation, the overall impression of the face would change.

There were also points on the face that controlled moisture. Once Huang Ji stimulated them, his face could become dehydrated and dry, or swollen with retained water.

Sometimes, when people woke up with a puffy face in the morning, it would not completely change their appearance, but they could look so unlike themselves that even they felt unfamiliar when looking in the mirror.

That was only random swelling. As long as Huang Ji deliberately stimulated certain points and made fine adjustments to his facial muscles and moisture levels, he could make himself look almost entirely unlike himself.

Huang Ji looked at Zhang Junwei and sensed the portrait he would receive a week later.

"It looks thirty to forty percent like me. The Illuminati's sketch artist is pretty impressive. It's almost exactly the same as the face I used back then."

"Good thing I brought colored contacts."

Huang Ji knew that the key to finding him lay in his double pupils.

That was his greatest distinguishing feature.

They were his eyeballs, and he had been born that way. Only colored contacts could conceal them.

"Boss, there's something I need to tell you." Zhang Junwei approached hesitantly.

He had actually wanted to say it for a long time, but Huang Ji had been busy as well, so he had not found an opportunity.

Just now, seeing Huang Ji staring at him and seeming to have nothing to do, he decided to take the chance.

"I..."

"You don't have enough money, do you?" Huang Ji said.

Zhang Junwei did not need to say anything. Huang Ji already knew what he wanted to discuss.

"You knew? Yeah, I have less than ten thousand left..." Seeing that Huang Ji had finally brought it up, Zhang Junwei spoke softly.

Seeing Huang Ji remain silent, Zhang Junwei explained, "The people I contacted for those things you bought were charging outrageously high prices. They wanted four million. Your 1.8 million only covered the deposit. I put in all my own money too, and we're still short two million."

"Right now, you could say we're in debt."

"How do you usually make money?" Huang Ji asked with a smile.

"Sometimes wealthy people hire us for jobs. Usually they pay ten or twenty thousand, though sometimes it's more," Zhang Junwei said.

The moment Lao Wang entered the room and heard that, his expression turned disdainful. He had fallen this far and still had the nerve to say it?

"You've got so many people under you. You don't collect protection money?" Lao Wang asked.

Zhang Junwei shook his head. "First, there aren't any major entertainment businesses in my neighborhood. Second, what do you think protection money is? Do people just hand you money for nothing? They make you risk your life. You take their protection money and guard their place. It looks glamorous, but really you're just their hired thug. They treat you like a dog."

"You think having more men means you can pressure them, but in the end you realize that the one thing this world never lacks is people. If they have money, there will naturally be plenty of people willing to be dogs for them."

"I used to do that, but later I felt uncomfortable living under someone else's thumb. So I brought this group of brothers with me and opened my own business. We all make a living together, spend what we earn together, and treat each other as brothers. We established ourselves in this remote neighborhood, carved out our own little corner, and lived comfortably."

As he spoke, the room fell into dead silence.

Zhang Junwei froze, glanced at Huang Ji, and hurriedly said, "I wasn't implying anything about now! Don't misunderstand!"

"But this way, you can't support so many people, can you? Each of these brothers has another dozen or so men under him," Lao Wang said.

"I opened a used-car recycling business, didn't I? Buying low and selling high is pretty good too," Zhang Junwei said.

"That's far too slow. We're two million in debt right now," Lao Wang said.

Huang Ji could not help laughing. "Then where did your funds come from before?"

Lao Wang froze and rubbed his nose. "Mostly through crowdfunding..."

Zhang Junwei's features twisted together as he looked at Lao Wang disdainfully. And you still had the nerve to laugh at me?

Everyone talked over one another, but they could not come up with any way to make money quickly.

They could only look to Huang Ji. It was because he had bought all that equipment that they had suddenly become so strapped for cash.

"I have no concept of money," Huang Ji said.

"You really have no concept of money..." Lao Wang could not help complaining.

Huang Ji smiled. "Money isn't a problem. I'll go home and eat first. Tonight, bring a few people and come withdraw money with me."

Zhang Junwei grinned. "I knew Boss had money."

Huang Ji neither confirmed nor denied it, then took a taxi and left.

After dinner that night, he wandered through the streets, constantly monitoring people's information.

After strolling for about an hour, he finally chose his target.

Huang Ji called Lin Li. "Drive over and pick me up. I'm at..."

He gave them the address. Several dozen minutes later, Zhang Junwei, Lin Li, Xiao Zha, and Lao Wang arrived in a van.

Zhang Junwei eagerly got out of the vehicle, but Huang Ji said, "Not here. You don't need to get out. We're going somewhere else."

Huang Ji got into the van, and under his guidance, they quickly arrived at a KTV.

"Aren't we here to withdraw money? What are we doing here?" Zhang Junwei asked in confusion.

"The easiest money to make is taking from criminals," Huang Ji said.

"Huh? You're not planning to cause trouble, are you? Don't! This is Cao Jing's place, and Cao Jing works for Ma Ye. I can't afford to offend either of them," Zhang Junwei said helplessly.

Huang Ji smiled. "I've already scoped the place out. We're just here to withdraw money today. Don't panic."

"Withdrawing what money..." Zhang Junwei said in alarm.

"Go to the parking lot," Huang Ji said.

Zhang Junwei did as instructed and drove to the small open-air parking lot behind the KTV.

Huang Ji suddenly got out and headed across the street from the parking lot.

"Where's Boss going?"

"I'm going to buy a few pounds of oranges. Just sit in the car and don't move," Huang Ji said.

"???" Everyone was baffled.

Before long, Huang Ji returned carrying a bag of oranges.

Then he sat in the car and shared the oranges with everyone.

They ate as they waited.

They waited for a full three hours. At around eleven o'clock at night, an SUV suddenly drove in.

Three people got out. The leader wore a suit and looked refined. He casually glanced around the area.

Zhang Junwei's vehicle had privacy glass and was blocked by other cars, so that group never noticed that five people were sitting in a nearby vehicle eating oranges.

One of the burly men got out carrying a case, but the suited man at the head said something to him, seemingly giving him instructions.

The burly man put the case back into the car and stood nearby smoking.

The other two entered the KTV through the back door empty-handed.

Clearly, the group was being cautious. They planned to go upstairs and talk first, then bring the money up when it was time to make the deal.

Huang Ji smiled, got out through the front entrance, and went to find the man in the suit.

About two minutes later, Huang Ji came back out and got into the van.

"Boss, there's no need to ask around. I know that guy. He must be here to buy that stuff from Cao Jing," Zhang Junwei said.

Huang Ji just smiled without speaking. He peeled another orange and handed the flesh to Lao Wang.

Then he said, "Don't disturb me."

After saying that, he took out a conductive pen and began drawing something on the orange peel.

No one could tell what he was drawing. It was quite a while before he finished.

Then Huang Ji took out his phone and began composing a text message.

Everyone looked and saw the message on the screen: "There's trouble! Get up here quickly! Don't bring the money!"

Huang Ji tapped send. The burly man took out his phone and glanced at it, his expression changing drastically before he immediately rushed through the back door!

"Pfft!" Xiao Zha could not help laughing.

"Get out!" Huang Ji ordered.

Everyone surged out of the van. Xiao Zha perceptively went through the back door to keep watch.

Holding a sledgehammer, Zhang Junwei said, "Boss, I get your plan now. You're fucking amazing."

As he spoke, he moved to smash the car window.

"What the hell do you get?" Huang Ji shoved him aside, took out the orange peel, and pressed it against the car's fingerprint unlock sensor.

"Beep, beep..."

The vehicle unlocked.

"Huh?" Zhang Junwei stared blankly.

"Withdraw the money." Huang Ji turned and walked away after saying that.

Zhang Junwei froze for a moment, then quickly opened the car door and took the cash case.

"Let's go!"

Xiao Zha nodded and quickly returned to the van.

The vehicle started up and sped away.

P.S. Sorry.