Will My Name Work?

We returned home late at night, thoroughly satisfied.

Before leaving, Zhang Yang looked at the expectation and hope in Chen Wu's eyes, unsure of what to say.

He didn't actually know how effective the system's Ice Skin Ointment was.

"But it should have some effect, right?" Zhang Yang muttered to himself.

Even if it can slightly fade the scars, it might give Chen Wu hope and perhaps even improve her personality.

In the short time they spent together tonight, he felt that this girl was really pure and kind. Firstly, her family had indeed protected her very well, and secondly, it was her natural personality. The only thing she lacked was a bit of cheerfulness and sunshine.

"Brother Zhang Yang, what preparations do I need to make tomorrow?" Chen Wu asked.

"Uh... no need," Zhang Yang said after thinking for a moment. "Just wait for me to come."

"Okay, Zhang Yang, I'll wait for you to come over." Chen Wu smiled, a rare moment of happiness.

Chen Zhang, who was standing to the side, was stunned.

As far as I can remember, it seems like my younger sister hasn't laughed like this in a long time.

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That evening, they returned to their home at the Beijing Manor.

Zhang Yang specifically bought sterile medical gauze on the way, and then took out the Ice Skin Ointment that he had just redeemed from the system store from his system backpack.

The small jade bottle contains the Ice Skin Ointment, and it feels warm and smooth to the touch.

"There's no dosage, no instructions, how am I supposed to use it?" Zhang Yang fell into deep thought.

Zhang Yang twisted off the bottle stopper and glanced at it.

Thankfully, it wasn't one of those unpleasant, oily black substances, but rather a gel-like substance that smelled quite nice.

After much thought, he decided to take the dosage separately.

Use a small amount the first time to see the specific effects before making any further decisions. If it works well, then use it a few more times, considering it a course of treatment.

After putting away the Ice Skin Ointment, Zhang Yang stretched his muscles.

He immediately felt full of energy and vitality. It seemed that although the punch he threw during the day had taken a huge toll, he had fully recovered under the effect of the Qi-Nourishing Pill, and had even surpassed his peak.

He smiled, walked straight into the master bedroom's bathroom, and took a nice bath.

Before going to bed, Zhang Yang was bored, so he opened his phone and watched some short videos.

"Huh? It's having such a big impact?"

He suddenly discovered that his short video of sweeping through martial arts schools in Tianjin had gone viral online.

Numerous on-site videos from various angles have circulated online, garnering an astonishing number of likes and comments. Several videos have gone viral and been labeled with various eye-catching titles.

What?! [Invincible in Tianjin] [Live-action One Punch Man]

Various trending topics, various comments, and analyses from various self-media outlets, as well as discussions from various sports experts.

[I'm not an expert in this field, so I can't be sure of Mr. Long's true skill level. But what I can say for sure is that the current hype is the result of deliberate hype.]

[That's true, because it all feels like it was premeditated. How could it be such a coincidence? How could it suddenly become so popular?]

These kinds of comments are all made by self-media practitioners.

Zhang Yang glanced at it and couldn't help but blink.

Their analysis is indeed correct, because these videos did initially involve Chen Zhang and Director Ye investing in traffic to increase exposure.

After some encouragement, it naturally became more and more popular.

All of this is naturally to build momentum for the upcoming mixed martial arts competition. And while it's called a marketing campaign, its essence is actually to promote traditional martial arts and carry forward its spirit. Regardless of the methods used, the initial intention is good.

Of course, there were many more rebuttals.

[Bullshit! Yes, it's marketing, it's just traffic generation, so what? I paid for the promotion out of my own pocket, to make you, you piece of trash who talks about video marketing all day but never gets a single video to go viral!]

[Marketing is great! How would we know the profoundness of traditional Chinese martial arts without marketing, instead of just promoting those Western-worshipping cultural trends? We need marketing, we need to spread the word.]

[Whether it's marketing or not, I don't know. I only know that Mr. Long's kick was incredibly powerful, simply unparalleled. By the way, I'm from the provincial Sanda team!]

[No doubt, it's genuine skill! Marketing is irrelevant.]

Of course, at the right time, Director Ye's sports and culture company also announced the event schedule.

Fighting elites from multiple countries gathered in China for a major fighting event.

Mr. Long joins the battle.

The news caused a huge stir, and whether the previous video was a marketing ploy became irrelevant.

"A week should come to a satisfactory end." Zhang Yang murmured to himself, his head resting on his arms.

The event is complete, and the reward is fifty experience points.

The subsequent "Hundred Store Plan" mission will earn you another 100 experience points.

At the same time, every new Soup King Hotpot store that opens now will earn you an extra ten experience points. Once you open a hundred stores, you'll get at least a hundred and several dozen experience points.

All of these factors combined are enough for him to upgrade again.

Moreover, by then... there will be a 3 billion yuan industry, an upgraded package, even more daily cash back, and all sorts of gains and rewards.

Looking at it this way, it's been another incredibly satisfying harvest!

Overwhelmed with joy at his achievement, Zhang Yang closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning.

Outside the Beijing Manor.

"I heard someone say the other day that a small penthouse in the Beijing Manor sold. Turns out you bought it." Chen Zhang said with a sudden realization after getting out of the car.

His family background meant he'd seen it all, but seeing Zhang Yang spend 300 million to buy a luxury mansion made him somewhat impressed by Zhang Yang's wealth.

Spending 300 million yuan on a house in one go, that's quite a large sum.

"What's this to me?" Zhang Yang shook his head and smiled. "I won't invite you in. Let's just go over there."

"Okay, let's go home." Chen Zhang opened the car door.

The two chatted idly along the way.

When the conversation turned to his place of residence, Chen Zhang briefly mentioned his childhood home in the Wanshou Road compound.

Zhang Yang vaguely knew that the Wanshou Road area in Beijing was home to various central ministries, military compounds, and the families of retired cadres; it was truly a place where hidden talents resided.

"And now?" he asked casually.

"Now? I haven't lived here for twenty years. I know all the kids from those compound families in that area," Chen Zhang said. "Zhang Yang, I'm not bragging, but if you run into any trouble in Beijing, big or small, just mention my name, it'll work, really!"

"I'm operating legally, what trouble could possibly come my way?" Zhang Yang chuckled. "Don't worry, I won't cause any big problems, and I'll handle the small ones myself. I won't cause you any trouble."

"Aren't you being too polite?" Chen Zhang glared at him, displeased.

At the foot of Fragrant Hill, in a quiet and understated villa area.

The car slowly came to a stop in front of a detached villa.

"My parents went abroad and will thank you in person when they come back." Chen Zhang got out of the car. "I'll say hello for them."

"Don't do that!" Zhang Yang waved his hand. "If you do that, I'll feel really bad!"

He's doing well now and doesn't need anyone's help, so he doesn't want to give the impression of trying to curry favor.

A short while later, inside the villa.

"Xiao Wu, where are you? Your brother Zhang Yang is here." Chen Zhang shouted upstairs, peeking out the window.

A moment later, a head popped out from upstairs.

Zhang Yang looked up and saw the figure shrink back immediately. Then he heard the sound of hurriedly going downstairs.

A moment later, Chen Wu, dressed in a simple long dress, stood shyly with her head slightly lowered in front of Zhang Yang.

Hello, Brother Zhang Yang.

"Good morning." Zhang Yang smiled and nodded.

"By the way, Brother Zhang Yang, have you had breakfast? How about we grab something to eat?" Chen Wu stepped aside somewhat hastily and pointed to the kitchen not far away.

"Why didn't you ask your own brother?" Chen Zhang joked sourly from the side. "I went to pick someone up early this morning, and my stomach is still empty."

"Brother..." Chen Wu glanced at Chen Zhang.

"Alright, alright, I'm not kidding you anymore. Zhang Yang and I have already eaten breakfast," Chen Zhang waved his hand and laughed.

Sitting on the sofa in the villa, Zhang Yang looked around.

The interior of the entire villa is tastefully decorated, exuding a low-key and understated charm.

Outside the courtyard, there is a small bridge and flowing water; inside, there are pine, bamboo and cypress trees.

In the living room on the first floor, several family photos show Chen Zhang Chen Wu, who are still young. An elderly person sits in the middle, and a couple, who should be the parents of Chen Zhang and Chen Wu, are both in their prime.

There were also several group photos of elderly people and several other elderly people who are frequently featured in newspapers and are well-known to the public, taken at the meeting.

In the center of the hall, there is a large, powerful calligraphy scroll, signed by an extraordinary person.

"Brother Zhang Yang, please have some tea." Chen Wu brought over the tea and then sat down somewhat awkwardly to the side.

"Thank you. How about we start sooner?" Zhang Yang said directly after pursing his lips.

Since there's no one else here, he doesn't need to be too polite; it's best to get straight to the point.

Chen Wu glanced at Chen Zhang, then nodded quickly.

"Okay, then... I'll have to trouble you, Brother Zhang Yang."

On the living room sofa, Zhang Yang asked Chen Wu to sit down beside him, then took out a sterile medical cloth and poured a little Ice Skin Ointment evenly onto it.

With everything ready, he looked at Chen Wu and then extended his hand.

Chen Wu was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to avoid Zhang Yang's gaze.

"Don't move," Zhang Yang warned.

Chen Wu's eyelashes fluttered, and she immediately obeyed and stopped moving.

Zhang Yang gently brushed aside the strands of hair Chen Wu had been hiding in front of the scar, completely exposing it.

Under natural light.

The contrast between her fair and delicate skin and the crisscrossing scars was striking and glaring.

Zhang Yang couldn't resist touching it.

Her cheek skin was very delicate, but the scars were obvious signs of hyperplasia. Considering that Chen Zhang had said his sister had a tendency to form keloids, Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

"Brother Zhang Yang, is it okay?" Chen Wu seemed to notice that Zhang Yang had been looking at her for a long time and asked with some concern.

"Don't worry." Zhang Yang finally trusted the system.

The system seems to have never disappointed before, and this time should be no exception.

Upon hearing this, Chen Wu's eyes lit up, and she smiled.

Beside him, Chen Zhang was also staring intently at what was in front of him, his palms sweating.

He had never been so nervous before.

A moment later, Zhang Yang picked up the gauze that had been coated with Jade Skin Cream, gently pressed it onto Chen Wu's cheek, and then carefully bandaged it.

"Um... how do you feel?"

"It seems..." Chen Wu pondered for a moment, then her eyes widened slightly, and she suddenly pressed her hand to her face, "It seems a little hot, and a little numb and itchy!"

"That means it's working." Zhang Yang nodded, letting out a slight sigh of relief.

He was afraid it would be of no use at all.

If it works, it means it has some effect, so he dares to continue trying it.

"Great! Give me back my beautiful little sister, those bastards will drool over her, they'll regret it!" Chen Zhang slapped his thigh and laughed loudly.

Chen Wu didn't speak, but the other half of her face, which wasn't covered by gauze, turned bright red.

Then, without warning, she stood up and ran off, leaving Chen Zhang somewhat bewildered.

"As the older brother, you're always trying to find a husband for your sister. No girl could stand that," Zhang Yang shook his head and glanced at Chen Zhang. "The fact that your sister hasn't broken ties with you is a testament to how good you've been to her as her older brother."

"I was just in a hurry, is it my fault?" Chen Zhang stammered.

The two boys sat in the living room, staring at each other, looking somewhat bewildered.

Time passed by, minute by minute.

"Why don't you go up and take a look? So much time has passed, let me see how effective the medicine is." Zhang Yang looked at Chen Zhang.

"Why don't you go knock on the door? My sister is..." Chen Zhang clicked his tongue, "... my sister is all ears right now."

As the two were arguing, a not-too-loud scream suddenly came from upstairs.

Zhang Yang and Chen Zhang exchanged a glance and walked towards the stairs together.

A moment later, Chen Wu stood in front of the two, still covering her face with gauze, but the bandages had obviously been removed.

"I just felt like it wasn't very popular anymore, so... I couldn't resist opening it and taking a look."

"And the result?" Chen Zhang asked in a trembling voice.

He desperately wanted his sister's scar to heal; he dreamed of Chen Wu returning to her innocent and carefree childhood self.

"The result..." Chen Wu's expression was extremely complicated as she gently put down the gauze in her hand.

Chen Zhang's eyes widened, and he gasped.

"I··"

He slapped his thigh wildly.

The several centipede-like scars that were once very prominent on Chen Wu's face have faded almost visibly, and their color has become closer to the surrounding skin tone.

Although I'm not fully recovered yet, I can see the light!

"It really works! It really works!" he exclaimed with elation.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The system really did tell me the truth!

At this rate, after several applications of the ointment, it should gradually fade and eventually disappear completely.

If she perseveres these next few days, she should be able to complete the entire treatment just before the major competition, restoring Chen Wu to a flawless and beautiful face.

"That's great. After a few more uses, it should be able to recover," he said.

"Fully restored?" Chen Wu asked in disbelief.

"Yes, trust me, there won't be any problem." Zhang Yang nodded with considerable certainty.

It's no exaggeration to say that in that instant, all the emotions Chen Wu had accumulated over the past ten years, all the grievances and inferiority complex a girl had suppressed for over ten years, burst forth instantly.

She covered her mouth and turned her back.

"Um, I'll go out first. You two siblings stay here." Zhang Yang wisely left the room first.