Let the true energy circulate for a while

……

Chen Jianbin stood on the bridge, looking at his son who had jumped into the water to save someone, a look of pride in his eyes.

Mao Jun held Er Mao's hand, and they stood together by the bridge railing, looking down.

Many people on the bridge were watching, and some were cheering and shouting.

Mao Jun said, "Your nephew is really something!"

Chen Jianbin said, "I don't know why that child jumped. He looked to be only seven or eight years old. If he had waited any longer, he would have lost his life."

On the bridge, the child's mother saw that someone had rescued her son, and stumbled back to the car, grabbing a large towel haphazardly from the trunk.

The woman has well-maintained skin and dresses elegantly.

The woman ran frantically down the river with the trunk of the white sedan not even closed.

"Dad, why is our car here?" Er Mao pointed to the white private car.

Mao Jun said, "It's just that they look similar. Her car is much more expensive than ours; it could buy three of ours!"

On the riverbank, crowds surged, many taking photos of the hero who saved lives with their mobile phones.

The little boy was freezing cold, huddled on the ground, hugging his knees.

The woman shouted hoarsely, pushed through the crowd, hugged her son tightly, and burst into tears.

"Mom will never pressure you again, never again!!"

"Yaoyang, it's all my fault! It's all my fault! Let's not compare ourselves to others anymore, let's go to the amusement park, you can ride whatever you want, waaaaah~"

Seeing his mother like this, the little boy burst into tears again, and said aggrievedly, "Mom, I've finished all my homework! Why can't I play?"

Passersby were talking about it.

"Kids these days are so fussy! They're still so young!"

"Quickly change the child into some dry clothes to keep them warm!"

"You parents are really something!" an elderly woman nearby scolded.

A kind uncle took out a brand new set of clothes, squatted down and handed it to him. Behind the uncle stood a little boy of seven or eight years old.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then took the clothes and thanked him repeatedly.

"Thank you, brother. Please leave your phone number. I'll return the clothes to you after they're washed," the woman said.

The uncle left his number, took his son's hand, got on a beat-up electric scooter, and turned back to laugh, "Come on, we're skipping tutoring classes, Dad will take you crayfish fishing."

The little boy's eyes lit up: "Really?" Then, his eyes dimmed, and he sighed in a mature tone: "Never mind, I haven't finished my homework from tutoring class yet."

The middle-aged man started the car and smiled with relief: "I'm not writing anymore. I won't write anymore in the future."

The little boy was very happy, sitting on the back of the electric car, looking back every now and then.

At that moment, someone in the crowd shouted, "Where's that hero who saved people?"

"Yes, where is he? Doing good deeds anonymously, what a kind person!"

"It's over there!"

Someone pointed to a young man with long hair on the bridge, soaking wet, who got into a taxi.

The taxi continued towards the hotel.

inside the car.

"Sir, your car is wet."

The driver exclaimed, "No problem! Absolutely nothing! You're really brave, young man, you're a good guy!"

The driver saw it clearly: this young man jumped off the bridge without hesitation, standing on the roof of the car, just like in a movie!

Chen Jianbin said, "Why don't you take off your wet clothes? I'll warm them up for you."

Chen Ye remained calm and composed, "No need, we're almost at the hotel."

With his true qi protecting him, the dampness and cold had no effect on Chen Ye.

The car arrived at the hotel quickly and stopped at the lobby entrance.

Mao Jun went to scan the QR code to pay, but the driver raised his hand to block the payment QR code and said generously, "No need, this ride is free! You're a hero who saved lives, thumbs up!"

Mao Jun said, "Master, it's not easy driving a taxi, after all, you have to support your family! Come on, you still have to pay me."

The driver smiled faintly: "Driving a taxi is just a personal hobby. Actually, I'm a retired professional race car driver." After saying that, he took out a business card and handed it over: "You're here for tourism, right? Give me a call if you need a ride! I also take long-distance fares and I'm good at driving on mountain roads."

Mao Jun gave a stiff smile, took the business card, and casually put it in his pocket.

Chen Ye and his group got out of the car and carried their luggage into the hotel.

They booked two rooms, one for the father and son, and one for the father and daughter.

Inside the room, Chen Jianbin put his luggage away and closed the door.

"Ono, go take a hot bath."

Chen Ye sat cross-legged on the ground, with wisps of white steam rising from his head, looking like a human steam engine!

"I'll use my inner energy to dry the clothes first!"

Chen Jianbin stared in disbelief as his son's wet clothes dried at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You're awesome."

Chen Ye said, "This little bit of cold is nothing. The water in the Ru Pool of Miaolianhua Palace was much colder than this back then."

Chen Jianbin asked, "I heard from Old Man Ouyang at the mental hospital that there's a Third Palace Master at Miaolianhua Palace, known in the martial arts world as 'Water Snake Waist,' a beautiful young woman with a figure as graceful as water..."

Chen Ye interrupted, "Father, don't listen to Ouyang Zhaoming's one-sided story. I'm going to take a shower."

After his son went in to take a shower, Chen Jianbin took out his thermos and took a sip of water.

He sent a message to his wife, informing her that he had arrived in Los Angeles and checked into a hotel.

About an hour later, the father and son went to the "China's Best Kung Fu" event to register for the provincial competition.

An unexpected incident occurred: Chen Ye only had a temporary ID card, which was not connected to the national network, and was thus rejected.

Chen Jianbin was very frustrated at the scene.

The preliminary rounds in Xincheng don't matter; the provincial competition is a formal event, and it's registered with the TV station and the cultural bureau.

Moreover, this program will be broadcast on television, and some events will be streamed live online.

At the entrance of the stadium, Chen Ye watched the people coming and going from all over the country, seemingly lost in thought.

Chen Jianbin was squatting on the steps making a phone call. He had previously begged and pleaded with a junior leader in the household registration office to help him.

It took a lot of effort and many setbacks to get my son an ID card. In the end, I managed to get a temporary ID card through connections, but it wasn't even connected to the internet.

Chen Jianbin hung up the phone and stood there lost in thought.

He glanced at his son not far away, a wave of guilt washing over him. "Dad's useless! My connections aren't strong enough!" His son wanted to compete and win prize money legally, but the obstacle was the lack of an ID card.

A few minutes later, the other party actually called back.

"Hey, Old Chen." The other person's voice suddenly became much more respectful.

"Wang Dekun, is there any hope for me to get my certificate?" Chen Jianbin asked.

On the phone, Wang Dekun was a little excited, "Old Chen, that guy, ah, that guy again, oh, our old director, my former team leader."

"I remember," you said.

"Ah, it's because of his brother-in-law. I just tried it, and it worked! They agreed to reissue your ID card. I've already submitted the documents you gave me, reporting that the fire destroyed your household registration book and all your other documents. Don't tell anyone, okay? That's against regulations!"

Chen Jianbin became excited and stood up abruptly. "Thank you so much, Wang Dekun. Although we've had an old relationship, one thing is one thing. Did they say how much money they'd ask for?"

Wang Dekun hesitated for a few seconds, "How much is it? You didn't mention money. Let me ask you."

*Beep*, the other party hung up the phone.

……

Meanwhile, in the household registration office of Xincheng Old Town, Wang Dekun hung up the phone.

Inside the room sat two men from Kyoto, dressed in plain clothes, their expressions solemn.

The other person walked to the door, took out his phone, and went to communicate with the department responsible for processing ID cards!

Wang Dekun said, "Well, you heard me on speakerphone just now, right? Was what I said okay?"