Show Me Your Strength

"Well, Dad, let's just do it this once. Whether it's a profit or a loss, it won't happen again," Zhang Yang said with a forced laugh in a voice message.

"You said the same thing last time," Zhang Zhaohai said, somewhat unconvinced. "Fine, how you use your money is your business; we can't interfere."

"Don't worry, we'll definitely get something better this time," Zhang Yang said.

"You really think you can pull out some top-tier item? Fine, I'll wait and see. I hope you can give your father a good slap in the face," Zhang Zhaohai replied.

Zhang Yang blinked and stopped arguing with his father.

The reason my dad reacted so strongly is because he felt he was just addicted and didn't believe he could actually open a good box.

How to solve it?

If you get something good, that's all that matters.

The ticket was supposed to go to Ruili, but it actually went directly to Dehong Mangshi Airport, which is more than 100 kilometers away from Ruili. As for the flight, Zhang Yang booked a business class flight with China Eastern Airlines, and the whole journey took more than four hours.

That evening, at home, Zhang Yang carefully planned his trip to Ruili.

For example, the jade trading market in Ruili is called Delong Jewelry City. It has jade rough stones from eight major mines in Myanmar and is quite prosperous, with tens of thousands of people trading in the market every day.

Of course, various legendary stories about raw stones have also been born here.

In theory, it is entirely possible for Zhang Yang to find top-quality jade here.

"I don't need any top-grade jadeite anymore. I'll be satisfied if I can get a batch of high-ice jadeite. As for glass jadeite, that would be even better," Zhang Yang muttered to himself.

"By the way, keep a low profile."

It's not that it's unsafe, but people also price their services based on the person. Are you expecting a higher price if you dress too flashy?

Zhang Yang looked at his wardrobe and saw that there weren't any cheap clothes. He shook his head.

A moment later, he drove off.

In a sports brand store in a nearby shopping mall, Zhang Yang casually picked out a set of sportswear for himself.

With his physique, once he puts on sportswear, he instantly transforms into a sunny, athletic male god.

"Brother, this outfit looks absolutely amazing on you."

Inside the sports store, a young shop assistant with a ponytail, looking clean and refreshing, couldn't help but linger around Zhang Yang, a handsome and sunny young man.

That's the image I have.

The walls of the store were covered with advertising posters featuring mannequins—what were they even doing?! The difference in quality was immediately apparent.

"Alright, these are the two outfits I need. I'll change into them," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

A short while later, he went out with his shopping bags.

Night falls, in the master bedroom.

Zhang Yang browsed through his Little Blue Book platform.

As the buzz grew, the number of likes and comments skyrocketed, and the number of private messages surged. He simply couldn't keep up with them all, let alone reply to them.

Naturally, some people might make a sarcastic remark.

"Does becoming a male god make everyone aloof and unwilling to reply?"

Zhang Yang was speechless.

Hundreds, even thousands, of private messages—how the hell am I supposed to reply to all of them? And why should he even reply? It's pointless!

One issue arising from the large volume of private messages is his future update schedule, as his tone suggests he's planning to pause updates.

Therefore, Zhang Yang gave a unified response to this question.

[I've never been content with the status quo, but I think my story can come to a temporary close.]

Many friends suggested I capitalize on this surge in traffic and manage the account well. Honestly, everyone has their own goals. The account's purpose is to encourage more people; I don't want to use it to make money.

Farewell, everyone. I hope that next time I appear, I will have a newer image.

Done and done.

Zhang Yang has put an end to his "Xiao Yang" account on Little Blue Book.

Soon, a flood of comments poured in.

[No, how can we say goodbye like this? I've gotten used to waiting for your updates.]

[I finally managed to cultivate a boyfriend online, watching him transform into a god-like figure, but how come he ultimately couldn't escape the fate of being unattainable? Isn't there anyone I can actually reach even if I'm a god-like figure?]

[Regarding your updated image, I can't quite put my finger on it, but I feel your image is already perfect. Are you referring to your career, or something else?]

Comments, naturally, include everything.

But it didn't matter anymore. Zhang Yang casually closed his Little Blue Book app and then fell into deep thought.

Initially, he thought the only condition for triggering the mission was the Little Blue Book, but everything that happened afterward told him that it wasn't limited to online or offline at all.

If it can be triggered offline, then online, creating a new account should also work, right?

He opened his phone and his gaze fell on the Zheye app.

Zheye a question-and-answer website that has been established for over a decade, with over 100 million registered users. To date, tens of millions of questions have been generated on Zheye, and the total number of answers has reached hundreds of millions.

Because many of the respondents were making up stories, users had to verify them themselves, which led to the meme "[Zheye, make up your story]".

"Why don't I just create a new account on this Zheye?" A thought flashed through Zhang Yang's mind.

Then, the more I thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.

With that thought in mind, Zhang Yang immediately created a new account on Zheye, with the ID name: Mister Zhang.

Easy to understand, Mr. Zhang.

Since this is a newly created account, asking questions now will naturally attract little attention, and I doubt many people will answer them.

Zhang Yang thought for a moment and decided to first answer a bunch of questions properly to make his presence known and attract attention before planning his next move.

He was self-aware enough to know he couldn't answer questions about astronomy or geography.

So what should we answer?

Naturally, these are the topics that people enjoy, which are common but always relevant and down-to-earth.

What is the life of a wealthy person like?

Does driving a luxury car really increase self-confidence?

Topics like "Do flight attendants really try to chat you up in first class?" are discussed.

Others might boast, but they'd go to great lengths to find information and make their boasts sound plausible. Unlike him, he does whatever he wants, making things up effortlessly.

It's true from the start, so naturally it will look real no matter how it's written.

For example, he casually replied to a question about the lives of wealthy people.

"Actually, it's nothing much. I only eat three meals a day, and I just eat at Michelin Black Pearl restaurants whenever I want, fly all over the world whenever I want, drive a Bentley Cullinan, and maybe take a look at the Bund from home."

His answer was too simple and unadorned, unlike some of the highly-rated answers that were full of pictures and text, and very genuine.

Soon after, someone started commenting below.

[Rich guy, VIP me for 50 to see my capabilities.]

"Only one comment, no rush." Zhang Yang glanced at it, not even feeling the urge to go forward and prove himself, and simply put down his phone and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, after washing up, Zhang Yang packed light and set off for Mangshi.

Inside the airport VIP terminal, while waiting, Zhang Yang glanced at Zheye's backstage area again.

"Huh? More comments? And new followers?"

[Does owning a luxury car increase confidence?] Here's how he answered the question.

"Yes, different luxury cars give you different levels of confidence."

"For example, when I first started driving Cayenne, my confidence was pure and simple."

"But when I drive Bentley or Cullinan, I won't need to deliberately be confident anymore, because my confidence will have always come from within myself, and won't rely on these external things at all."

There are quite a few comments below.

"You're really getting cocky, bragging about everything from Cayenne to Bentley to Cullinan. Aren't you afraid of exaggerating your abilities?"

"I feel that the description given by the respondent is somewhat deliberate."

"Others use pictures and text, while you only have a few words. That's not convincing enough!"

"Tsk." Zhang Yang shook his head. "I've already answered with fairly simple words, and you still don't believe me?"

He looked down at his entire body.

At this moment, I was traveling light, and even took a taxi to get here to save time.

It seems there's nothing to prove myself.

"Forget it, let these answers draw some attention first, we can prove them wrong later."

He put down his phone, checked the time to board, and set off to board the plane.

He wasn't in a rush to get to Ruili; he planned to travel and explore at his own pace, and also pick up some raw stones along the way. Therefore, his mindset was purely that of a tourist.

Inside the business class cabin, Zhang Yang closed his eyes to rest after taking his seat.

Because he stayed up very late last night researching the strategy, even though he's physically strong enough to not feel sleepy for days on end, he figured he might as well catch up on some sleep since he had nothing else to do.

Besides, since he was traveling in business class and wasn't wearing any luxury clothes or expensive watches, he probably wouldn't stand out too much, right?

With that thought, Zhang Yang felt relieved.

In the afternoon, at Dehong Mangshi International Airport, Yunnan Province.

After getting off the plane, Zhang Yang looked down at the small note he had just received and couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

It's not unusual to wake up to find a blanket on you, nor is it unusual for a flight attendant to come over and ask how you are. But it's not that she keeps coming over to chat with you for no reason, and even left you a little note before you got off the plane.

The meaning is quite obvious.

It's a pity. Recently, he's been planning to cultivate his mind and body for a while. If he keeps indulging in reckless behavior, his body won't be tired, but his mind will be too.

"Is this Mangshi?"

Leaving the airport, Zhang Yang looked up at the clear, cloudless sky and the distant, rolling mountains, experiencing the unique customs and culture of this small town on the southwestern border.

I didn't eat much on the plane, so the first thing I'll do after getting off is find a place to eat.

Following the taxi driver's recommendation, Zhang Yang went straight to a restaurant that served Burmese crab.

Inside the restaurant, the freshly selected live Burmese crabs are incredibly fresh and prepared with a spicy flavor. The combination of savory sauce and spicy seasoning enhances the sweetness of the crab meat, making it truly irresistible.

"You're taking too much risk by using all your savings to buy raw stones?" Zhang Yang's attention was drawn to the conversation of two young people not far away.

He ate crab while listening to what was going on.

"Fortune favors the bold. Besides, I'm quite experienced. I'm sure I'll make a profit this time. If I can get rich quick, that woman Zhao Xiuxiu will definitely not dare to ignore me anymore," one of the slightly chubby boys said through gritted teeth.

"You can't go on with this kind of mentality. You have a typical gambler's mentality," the tall, thin man next to him shook his head.

"Don't worry about it, just listen to me this time. I'll find a car to Ruili later," the slightly chubby boy said.

Zhang Yang listened for a while.

The two men came for the same reason as him: to buy raw stones in Ruili, and they had come more than once.

It just so happens that this is his first time here, and he's unfamiliar with the area, so having someone to travel with is a good idea.

Thinking this, he got up.

"Hey guys, wanna carpool? I'm going to Ruili too."

The two young men at the table were taken aback. They looked up at Zhang Yang, who had come up to chat them up, their eyes showing a hint of subconscious wariness.

"Let me introduce myself." Zhang Yang smiled, not minding at all. "My Zhang Yang. I'm also planning to visit Ruili. I just heard you mention you wanted to check out the raw stone market? What a coincidence, me too."

"You're going to buy raw stones too?" The slightly chubby young man asked, somewhat surprised.

"I'm somewhat interested. I'd like to learn from you experts," Zhang Yang casually remarked.

"I see. I wouldn't dare call myself an expert, just a little experience." Upon hearing this, the slightly chubby young man became a little smug. "You've never handled raw stones before?"

"No, this trip was just a casual trip where I wanted to learn more about it," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"For newbies, I suggest just having fun and having some fun." The slightly chubby young man smiled, a hint of smugness in his expression. "How about this, you come with us, we can travel together, and I'll give you some pointers when I have time."

"That would be wonderful." Zhang Yang nodded and thanked him.

A moment later, the three hitched a ride with a car by the roadside and set off together for Ruili.

They were all young people, and Zhang Yang chatted with them along the way, quickly becoming acquainted with them.

The slightly chubby young man is named Sun Peng, and the tall, thin man next to him is named Duan Wei. The two are colleagues at a jade shop in Zhejiang Province and have been in the industry for three to five years. They may not be experts, but they are definitely more knowledgeable than him, a complete novice.

But it doesn't matter, he has the Lucky Stone buff. When it comes to choosing the raw stone, that's when the real test will begin.

"Remember to haggle hard when the price comes out. Those vendors overcharge. If all else fails, I can help you bargain if you see something you like," Sun Peng said, patting his chest as he spoke.

"If you're lucky, you might make some goods, so your trip won't be a complete waste."

"Then I'll take your kind words, Brother Sun," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

Shipment?

Simply delivering goods wasn't his purpose in coming here; he not only wanted to deliver goods, but he was aiming for a large shipment.

Otherwise, how could we justify the items provided by the system?

"Sun Peng, I think you should take it easy this time. Know when to quit while you're ahead and don't throw all your savings away." Duan Wei, who had been clear-headed all along, didn't forget to remind Sun Peng at this moment.

"Here we go again. I, Sun Peng, never do anything I'm not sure I can do, so you can rest assured about that," Sun Peng said casually.

Zhang Yang winked beside him.

That sounds familiar; isn't that what he always said when he made promises to his father, Zhang Zhaohai?

However, his confidence was genuine.

As for Sun Peng, he had no idea where his confidence and assurance came from.