Zhang Ming listened to their discussion. Rather than feeling annoyed, he was deeply gratified. "Looks like humanity can find its own solutions without all sorts of advice from me, Old Zhang. It's just a matter of time."
"What a... wonderful outcome."
No matter who was lost, the sun would still rise in the east and set in the west. Only a civilization and society like that were healthy and forward-looking.
If all humanity pinned its hopes on one person, that person would undoubtedly be living in an abyss of hell.
Things were fine as they were.
And so, amid the cheerful discussion, Zhang Ming quietly left with an empty stomach and his hands in his pockets.
This middle-aged man was in a good mood, but he had no money for breakfast.
There was even a little spring in his step as he left.
Suddenly, Zhang Ming spotted a familiar brother and sister hurrying down the street, carrying a breakfast box. They were heading toward the residence he had just left.
"Are they bringing me breakfast? Right, could they have gotten the wrong idea about something?"
An amusing idea occurred to Zhang Ming.
"Gourd, save me... I'm about to starve to death on the street!"
[All right. If you really are about to starve to death, I can give you a Fruit of Eden.]
"No, no. Please use your mysterious powers to make me look filthy and on the verge of starvation."
[Please don't treat me as an all-purpose wish-granting machine... All right, I understand what you're trying to do. Stick your head inside, and I'll let them see a filthy middle-aged beggar.]
Zhang Ming always felt that she actually enjoyed playing around even more than he did, and took even greater pleasure in it.
To Gourd, everything about human