1302 I Trust the Work You Do (1/2)

Although Zhang Zian had already slept on the plane, he still fell asleep quickly and soundly at night. When he woke up, it was already dawn. He did not have to deal with jet lag.

When he opened his eyes, he immediately forced himself to wake up. He thought that this was some kind of illusion, that he was still sleeping in a tent in the Egyptian desert. Peter Lee was snoring in the tent next to his. In the next moment, he heard the sound of the tent unzip, the sound of feet running on the sand, and the sound of toilet paper ripping. A voice kept muttering, ”I can't hold it… I can't hold it…”

Yet there was none of that. The surroundings were quiet, very quiet. There were only the sounds of the elfins breathing, the sounds of cars parked along the sidewalk, and neighbors waking up and greeting one another.

Above him was not a tent, but a ceiling that had already turned yellow. There was also an old-school ceiling lamp.

His eyes were wet and unlikely to become dry. His mouth did not have the taste of dryness either. The air he breathed in was moist and cool—there was no need for the air conditioner.

With this, he slowly relaxed. ”Ah, I'm home.”

It was still early. He closed his eyes and lay down for a while. It wasn't that he was tired, just that he simply wanted to savor the comfort he was experiencing at this moment.

After a few minutes, he got up.

The elfins were still sleeping, even Famous and Fina. They had followed him almost the entire journey in Egypt and were very tired. They'd fallen asleep immediately last night when their heads hit the pillows.

After he got out of bed, he often drank a cup of warm water. Sometimes he couldn't finish the cup. With the cup seemingly half full, he would often pour it out. However, today, he looked at the half-full cup for half a second, tilted his head backwards, and drank it all down.

Whether it was running water, wooden beds, sturdy houses, toilets, the cool air from the refrigerator, or the lights that could be turned on with a button, one tended to value these things more after a close shave with death. These daily common events and things had become seemingly more precious.

Of course, there was also electricity.

The weather was cool. After he'd returned yesterday, Wang Qian, Li Kun, and the customers in the store complained that it was too hot. He had just turned off the air conditioner before it was switched on again. This forced him to hide the air conditioner's remote control. He thought this would solve the issue once and for all. However, he forgot that manufacturers had developed mobile apps that allowed phones to act as remote controls instead. Why would they do that?

When he hid the remote control and ran to the aquarium to monitor the situation, he saw several smart customers using their mobile phones to turn the air on. The other customers quickly learned to do the same. Were they trying to go against his wishes?

It seemed that he would have to come up with a new method today. Should he use tape to cover the receiver on the air conditioner or simply pull the plug?

He washed his face while pondering this. After washing, he saw a strange man in the mirror and, startled, took a tube of toothpaste to defend himself. He realized then that it was only himself.

Black, thin, dry hair, unshaven. No wonder Wang Qian and Li Kun hadn't recognized him. He didn't even recognize himself.

The trip to Egypt had had a huge impact on him, both inside and out. Before the tan went away, he would have to settle for the title of ”Binhai's popular dark-skinned guy.”

”Hey… Four Seasons Hotel… Oh…”