Rebirth 2010: I taught Mr. Lei how to make a mobile phone

Chapter 862 Great Fortune, please!
The capital city, night.

The lights of countless homes cast a warm yellow glow outside the window, but one house remained shrouded in deep darkness.

A man sat on the bed, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the photo frame in his arms—a family portrait, the smiles of his wife and daughter in the photo had once been his only light.

His fingertips touched the cold edge of the picture frame. He had received the news a couple of days ago, and he still couldn't believe it.

"How could it be such a coincidence... that I got into a car accident?" he muttered to himself, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded.

While parents are alive, life still has a path to follow;
After his parents passed away, he had nowhere to go.

Zhang Bo felt like he had become a walking corpse. Sometimes, in his daze, he would hear his wife and daughter laughing and playing in the room, as if they had never left.

If only we had called them back sooner.
If they hadn't been sent abroad but instead returned to their hometowns to hide...
If we had listened to them and continued to cooperate...

Countless "what ifs" rampaged through his mind, tearing at his reason like mad dogs.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs".
Self-blame, guilt, regret, and fantasies.
What career, what ideals, what righteousness—it's all bullshit!
He felt like he was going crazy; his chest felt like it was filled with molten lava, burning his internal organs with pain.

Suddenly, the phone screen lit up; a call was coming in.
Unknown number!

Zhang Bo hung up instinctively, but his phone rang again a few seconds later.
The call connected, and the familiar voice rang out again, "Husband, Dad."

"Oh, oh..." Tears streamed down her cheeks as she wept with joy.
"Dad, Uncle said you, the great hero, were sent to protect us, right?"

"Mmm! Daddy's so amazing, where are you all?"

"My daughter and I are with my dad. They say we're still in danger and we need to wait a little longer."

"It's okay, I'll just treat it as going home for summer vacation. I'll buy the tickets in a bit."

This is my new number.

An hour later, Zhang Bo told his daughter another fairy tale until she said she was sleepy and wanted to go to bed, at which point he reluctantly hung up the phone.

Having lost it and found it again, it seems he wants to tell his wife everything he'll ever say in his life, and tell his daughter a lifetime of fairy tales.
After the initial euphoria, a huge question arose: who was protecting their family? The government?
Or him?
His phone rang again, and he quickly answered, smiling gently, "What's wrong?"

A cold yet familiar voice rang out, "What your wife and daughter suffered was not an accident, but a wanton act of revenge."

"Thank you, thank you!" This completely calmed Zhang Bo down, and he then asked, "What do you need me to do?"

"My news is that Liu Qing will be released in two days."

"How is that possible?" Zhang Bo exclaimed in disbelief.

“In this world, nothing is impossible.” The other person’s voice carried a knowing indifference. “I can also tell you that after she gets out, she can live freely as if nothing happened.”

"May their whole family die a horrible death!"

"There's something I think you'd be perfect for," the voice on the other end of the phone suddenly lowered, like a devil whispering in your ear.

After listening, Zhang Bo hesitated, not wanting to gain something only to lose it all. "If I do this, I'll go in."

"Since Liu Qing can come out, then I can let you come out and be free too!"

"Who are you anyway?"

After a few seconds of silence, a voice came through the phone again, but this time it wasn't digitally altered; a slightly deep voice said, "This is Chen Mo!"

"Chen Mo on the other side?"

"Ah."

"What a show! Only you have this kind of ability... I should have realized it was you sooner." Zhang Bo's voice held a hint of realization.

"Once it's done, your daughter will definitely be able to get out before school starts. I guarantee that the Penguin Travel spot will still be reserved."

Of course, this is a significant matter, and as before, the choice is still yours.

"Why me? With your abilities, there should be plenty of assassins who could do this kind of work."

"Don't you want revenge?"

There was still some apprehension in Zhang Bo's eyes, "But, her father is still alive."

"Don't worry about that, I'll handle it."

"Do it! I'll do it!" A fierce glint flashed in Zhang Bo's eyes.

"Any more questions?"

"That's all...that's all...thank you. Thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Bo's eyes, which had been filled with confusion, pain, and struggle, transformed into naked hatred, like a poisoned blade.

You old dog, this time I'll make you taste the pain of losing your daughter!
The next moment, all the lights in the room were turned on, filling the entire space with warm light, and the man jumped around singing.
The next day, the sky was overcast, like a piece of gray cloth soaked in water.

A man in a suit and tie entered the car rental market, wearing sunglasses that covered most of his face.

"Boss, what kind of car do you want to rent? I have all kinds of cars at all price points, all kinds of brands, and all kinds of models!" The shop owner greeted him warmly.

"Do you have any large shipments?" The man's voice was a little hoarse.

Anyone who gets so excited that they can't sleep all night and can't help but sing half the night will end up with a hoarse voice.

"A large truck?" The shop owner was taken aback and looked him up and down. "I really don't have one..." These days, when you rent a car, it's either a supercar or a minivan. This is the first time I've ever seen someone rent a large truck.

"Isn't that one?" The man raised his chin and pointed to a flatbed truck that was being unloaded not far away.

"That's what we use to pull our carts, we don't rent it out..." the shop owner said, looking troubled.

"I think it's great. How many tons can it carry?"

"36 tons!"

"Okay, this is it. Is ten thousand a day enough?" The man took out a wad of banknotes from his backpack and slammed them on the table.

"Uh... Boss, it's not about the money, it's just that we don't have that kind of business..."

"Thirty thousand." Two more stacks appeared on the table.

"Um...you need an A license to drive this kind of car, I don't know if you..."

"fifty thousand!"

Five stacks of crisp new banknotes gleamed enticingly on the table. The car dealership owner quickly placed his hand on the money, fearing the other party might change their mind.

His face lit up with a smile, as if he'd seen his own father. "Boss, do you need a driver? We offer that service for free!"

"No need, I'm just renting it for a couple of days to haul goods."

"No problem... Come pick up your car at 6 PM, I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

After the man in the suit left, an employee came over and looked at the money on the table with amazement: "Boss, the tastes of rich people these days are really different. They're tired of sports cars and are starting to play with semi-trailers?"

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and clean that car up and give it a thorough wash. You'll get a bonus."

"Got it!"

Tomorrow, I'll load the cargo and practice my skills, getting familiar with the "weapons" beforehand.

The day after tomorrow... Zhang Bo touched his eyes behind his sunglasses, which flashed with a crazy light, and he was even a little impatient.

A visiting room.

This was the first time Cheng Wei had seen Chen Mo up close, and she felt a mix of emotions—envy, jealousy, and hatred.

He once naively thought that he could catch up with the other party in one fell swoop with Didi, but in the end, he couldn't even beat Wang Weijian, who was under the other party's command.

But Chen Mo's next few words made all his thoughts vanish instantly.

"Your death sentence will not be changed."

"Liu Qing will be released tomorrow on medical parole, and with her altered medical records, she'll live a very comfortable life."

"A lose-lose situation is better than a win-win situation. I'm the only one who can help you right now. People often say that a dying man's words are kind. Do you have anything to say?"

Cheng Wei clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging, his eyes filled with hatred that was almost overflowing—of course, not directed at Chen Mo.

He gritted his teeth, leaned closer, and whispered an address: "Although I don't know what's inside, I know that place holds something of paramount importance to the Liu family..."

This address was something he had given her in a daze that night after he had performed exceptionally well and made Liu Qing's body bloom. He had memorized it.

"Anymore?"

Cheng Wei shook his head and slumped back into his chair.

"In your next life, remember not to start a business again, and be a good person."

A dozen minutes later, Chen Mo came out and immediately made a phone call, "Go to this address and search for me!"

That night, Zhang Bo stayed by the truck for a long time, talking to himself as if he were communicating with a sharp weapon.

He even nervously bowed to the truck.

They then hired a crane to carefully load a 28-ton hot-rolled steel coil horizontally into the truck bed, and reinforced it with dozens of bags of concrete at the front and back.

After finishing his work, it was already late at night. He slept fully clothed in the driver's seat, clutching the family photo tightly to his chest.

On August 27, the seventh day after DD was delisted, a torrential downpour began.

As Liu Qing, wearing a tracking device on her ankle, walked out of the prison gate, Liu Zhong immediately went to greet her with an umbrella.

A black Audi A8 was already waiting nearby.

"Uncle Zhong, it's you? Where's my dad?" Liu Qing sat in the back seat, her tone a little impatient.

"The master personally cooked for you at home, saying it was to welcome you back and ward off bad luck."

"No rush to go home, let's go somewhere to get something first," Liu Qing urged. For some reason, she felt uneasy after waking up today. Thinking of Cheng Wei's final roar in court, she felt it was best to be careful.

Liu Zhong narrowed his eyes slightly: "Miss, is it important? Should we call the master?"

"Calling you Uncle Zhong is a favor to my father. Remember, you're surnamed Liu, I'm the master and you're the servant. I'll tell you where to go and you'll go. Why are you making so many demands!" Liu Qing's voice turned cold.

".yes!"

The vehicle started, splashing water as it sped away.

A hundred meters away, a man put down his high-powered binoculars and shouted into the walkie-talkie: "Target has left, numbers 1-3 take turns following!"

"Roger that!"

"Only you and Xiaoqing know about this. If she still hasn't called me before she arrives, destroy the things and then drive off a cliff with her in the car. Only then will I feel at ease."
Don't worry, I'll take good care of your family!

"Sir, I won't be around anymore, please... take good care of yourself."

Before leaving, he kowtowed to the master. Without this man, he might have been beaten to death long ago, and he would never have had children and be where he is today.

When I came to my senses, we were already nearly halfway there.

Liu Zhong frequently glanced at Liu Qing in the back seat through the rearview mirror. There was only one possibility for the two of them to survive—this foolish woman would take the initiative to confess and gain the master's forgiveness.

“Miss, please let the master know that you are safe.” He emphasized the word “safe”.

"Alright." Liu Qing thought for a moment and this time did not refuse.

"The target appeared in XXXX, heading from east to west."

"The target has appeared"

The messages on the walkie-talkie kept coming in, and Zhang Bo drove his fully loaded truck closer and closer to the target.

He took out his binoculars, sat high up, and could see far. A black Audi A8 stood out conspicuously about 1 kilometer ahead.

I opened the music app on my phone and played the song I had prepared beforehand.
Then, cheerful and festive music echoed in the driver's cab.

"Ah~~~~~ The joyful drums beat out the celebrations year after year."

"Ah~~~~~ Today is a good day!"

"Everything you wish for will come true!"

“Today is a good day”

Zhang Bo hummed along, gradually increasing the pressure on the accelerator.

The fully loaded trucks resembled a giant beast awakening.
Gathering strength, forging ahead without hesitation.
(End of this chapter)