Hearing this, Chen Zemian was slightly startled.
He asked Lu Zhuonian, “Did you set off the fireworks?”
Lu Zhuonian neither admitted nor denied, but simply said, “It’s not important.”
“How can it not be important?” Chen Zemian couldn’t understand the thoughts of rich people and said with a little regret, “If I had known that you set off the fireworks, I would have watched it carefully.”
Lu Zhuonian said, “Chen Zemian, watching the fireworks is not a task.”
Chen Zemian said, “But I didn’t see a lot of them and missed many wonderful moments.”
“It’s not that you missed the wonderful moments,” Lu Zhuonian’s voice contained a barely perceptible smile, sounding gentler than the sea breeze. “It’s that they don’t have the honor to be seen by you.”
Chen Zemian wanted to say something, but he felt that if you missed it, you missed it, and it would be useless to say anything more.
And based on his understanding of Lu Zhuonian, if he said a few more words, maybe Lu Zhuonian would order the people there to set the fireworks off again.
He really didn’t expect Lu Zhuonian to be so resolute. He had just seen a fireworks easter egg in the game two days ago, and Lu Zhuonian had said that he would give him a fireworks show when he had time—and today, the fireworks came.
Chen Zemian didn’t linger on the missed fireworks. Instead, he said lightly, “Don’t go all out like this next time. It’s too extravagant. You’re basically putting on a show just for me with those fireworks—you might as well just give me the money instead.”
Lu Zhuonian said casually, “You wouldn’t be happy if I really gave it to you.”
Chen Zemian: “…”
Lu Zhuonian is not a person who likes to bring up old grudges, but since the words had come to this, he mentioned it by the way. “You were angry when I transferred the nursing fee to you, and you were also angry when I transferred the property fee to you.”
Chen Zemian was speechless for a while, hesitating, and really couldn’t think of any rebuttal, so he could only say, “I’m going to sleep.”
Lu Zhuonian let it go without pressing further. With composed politeness, he simply said, “Good night, Chen Zemian.”
After hanging up the phone, Chen Zemian browsed his phone for a while and found that the entry [Sanya Haitang Bay Fireworks Show] had become a local hot search.
This was not an official event, and there was no advance notice. Those who caught it and saw it were lucky. Videos and animated images were released on social platforms. Those who didn’t see it could only watch photos and videos online and leave messages expressing regret.
There is no ban on fireworks here. Many places set off fireworks on New Year’s Eve, but Haitang Bay is the first to have such a grand scale.
But for some reason, there was no notice before the start, and the end was inexplicable.
An insider revealed that the reason why this fireworks show was so grand was that the fireworks were set off on the sea. This was a veritable sea fireworks show. The sky and the sea shone together. When the streamers fell, the sky, the earth, and the Milky Way were connected. How could it not be gorgeous?
As soon as this was said, netizens sighed that it was a big deal. To set off a fireworks show, they had to charter a boat to the sea. No wonder the effect of watching it on the shore was so good.
This insider only knew the fact but not the reason.
He only knew that the distance of the fireworks was carefully planned and calculated in advance, but he didn’t know that the best viewing point was the private beach in front of someone’s hotel room.
It’s not his fault that he knows too little about the inside story.
After all, someone himself doesn’t know.
*****
During the Chinese New Year, many tourists came to Sanya for vacation. It happened to be a statutory holiday and the peak tourist season, so there were people everywhere.
It was much better after the holiday.
On the sixth day of the first lunar month, there were obviously fewer people in the scenic area. After the eighth day of the first lunar month, even the hotel room rates dropped.
Xiao Kesong arrived in Sanya on the ninth day of the first lunar month.
Because Xiao Qiwu injured his third uncle, the entire Xiao family was now in chaos. The elders were still busy with their own affairs, and of course, no one paid attention to where a younger generation sneaks off to play.
Xiao’s mother knew that her son was going to Hainan and asked him who he was going out to play with and whether it was safe. Xiao Kesong’s answer was in the Spring and Autumn style, saying that Lu Zhuonian and Ye Chen would go.
Xiao’s mother was worried about her son, but when she heard that the two young masters of the Lu and Ye families were also there, she didn’t ask any more questions.
But Lu Zhuonian and Ye Chen, in fact, did not come with Xiao Kesong.
Ye Chen had things to do at home and could not make time until the 13th of the first lunar month at the earliest. He had originally booked the 16th, but Xiao Kesong said that school would start in a few days on the 16th and asked him to come as early as possible, so he reluctantly moved it forward by three days. Lu Zhuonian was even busier, but he also said that he would try to come on the 13th.
Liu Yuebo could not come, as his schedule was fully booked by his parents.
After three months of getting along with Chen Zemian, he had changed a lot. The Liu family’s parents were so happy to see their youngest son grow up, and they took Liu Yuebo to visit relatives and friends every day, wishing to tell the world that the Liu family had two good sons.
If it was before, Liu Yuebo would not care who his parents wanted him to see, and he would go wherever he wanted.
At first, when he heard that his parents had filled his schedule, Liu Yuebo was a little angry, but then he changed his mind and thought, why should he go to play with Chen Zemian? Chen Zemian would only order him around, and his parents would follow his will in everything, and he was so happy to be a little emperor at home.
He was actually angry because he couldn’t go to Sanya—he was really crazy!
In response, Xue Duo said, “You have been a slave for so long that you have developed a slave mentality.”
Liu Yuebo was furious and punched Xue Duo three times.
Xue Duo came here with Xiao Kesong, and Chen Zemian booked a sea view suite for both of them.
The peak season had passed, and a lot of money had been saved.
Seeing the sea view suite, Xiao Kesong was quite satisfied and raised his chin with dignity. “Finally, there is a place for people to live. It’s a waste of money for Xiao Mianmian.”
Xue Duo also gave a thumbs up and said, “Mr. Chen is really generous.”
Chen Zemian took Yan Luo, and the four of them had a seafood dinner together. There were king crabs, Boston lobsters, geoducks, caviar, and other delicacies.
Xiao Kesong praised Chen Zemian for finally enjoying life.
Chen Zemian said that this was all arranged by Lu Shao’s team. If it were him, he would only take them to eat coconut chicken.
Xiao Kesong had already eaten a seafood dinner and didn’t care what Chen Zemian said.
Xue Duo couldn’t help but ask, “What if Lu Shao comes? Will you also take him to eat coconut chicken?”
Chen Zemian subconsciously said, “How is that possible?”
When Xiao Kesong heard this, the crab in his mouth immediately lost its fragrance. He blamed Chen Zemian for only having Lu Zhuonian in his heart and not being best friends with him.
Xue Duo’s waist and legs ached from the flight, so he went back to his room to lie down after dinner.
Xiao Kesong’s energy was a mystery. He changed into his swimming trunks and jumped into the swimming pool. He held onto the edge of the pool and called Chen Zemian to come down.
Chen Zemian said that he could not swim, and Xiao Kesong became even more interested and insisted on teaching him to swim.
“I was on the city swimming team when I was in high school,” Xiao Kesong said, demonstrating a freestyle stroke on the spot.
He swam very freely, and the water splashed all over Chen Zemian.
Chen Zemian had a blank expression. “If you splash water on me again, I will pee in your swimming pool.”
Xiao Kesong was horrified and said, “No, I just drank a sip of water.”
Chen Zemian grabbed the towel and walked back. “Swim by yourself. Old Master Tang asked me to log in and play games.”
Xiao Kesong came out of the water. “Who?”
Chen Zemian said, “Old Master Tang. Play games with Old Master Tang.”
The story of playing games with Old Master Tang started on the second day of the Chinese New Year.
During the Chinese New Year, the whole family reunited, and the Tang family was no exception.
Several grandchildren returned to the old house, but the young people had their own hobbies. They chatted with Old Master Tang in the first two days, then each held their mobile phones, watching videos and playing games without looking up.
Old Master Tang asked his grandson what he was playing.
The brat actually said, “Oh, Grandpa, it’s not that I don’t tell you, but you won’t understand even if I tell you.”
Old Master Tang immediately said that he not only understood but also had a very fun game that he could play with his grandchildren.
The grandson asked, “What game? Sichuan Mahjong or Happy Farm?”
Mr. Tang forwarded the beta code given by Chen Zemian to the grandson and said, “Go study it yourself.”
The grandson was skeptical but didn’t dare to neglect his grandfather’s order, so he downloaded the game and played it perfunctorily.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the game, he was shocked by the excellent graphics and character models. After one game, he was completely immersed in the real and exciting competitive experience.
The sense of urgency in close combat made the adrenaline surge unconsciously. There were also bombings that came at any time, the shrinking poison circle, the approaching footsteps, the complex and changing terrain environment… each one was a surprise.
While playing, the grandson was surrounded by two cousins who asked, “What are you playing? Why can’t I find it in the app store?”
The grandson said, “The beta version. Grandpa gave it to me.”
The cousin squeezed the little cousin aside, snatched his phone, and said, “Let me play a game.”
Since then, the grandson never touched his phone again.
He complained to Old Master Tang angrily, and Old Master Tang waved his hand and gave him another number.
The little grandson had no mobile phone to use, so he took Old Master Tang’s phone to play.
After a while, the phone was snatched away by his second cousin. As the youngest brother of the Tang family, the little grandson lived at the bottom of the food chain. He dared not speak out and could only go to his grandfather silently.
The two cousins had already discovered that the game could be connected online, and they fought for it on the island map.
The little grandson hid in Mr. Tang’s study and continued to play with another mobile phone of Old Master Tang.
Seeing that the game fascinated the little grandson and he couldn’t leave it, Old Master Tang smiled and said, “There are only three numbers in total. Don’t let this one be snatched away.”
The little grandson thought he was hiding secretly enough, but he didn’t know that he was targeted as soon as he went online. But in the end, no one dared to go to Old Master Tang’s study to snatch his phone, so he successfully played for an afternoon.
But after playing well, it was a bit unsatisfying to play against those human-computer games.
The little grandson had played many games, and he knew that this game was not a stand-alone version when he saw the settings, so he pestered his grandfather for an online version.
Old Master Tang didn’t know what the “stand-alone version” and the “online version” were, so he pretended to be deep and said, “Then I’ll ask for you.”
The little grandson was overjoyed and kissed Old Tang several times, saying, “Grandpa, you are so awesome, you’re such a trendy old man.”
Old Master Tang was so coaxed by his grandson that he couldn’t find his way, so he called Chen Zemian.
Chen Zemian said, “It is possible to connect online, but it is still in internal testing, and we can only connect to internal testing numbers, so there may not be so many people.”
If it were normal, it would be fine, and we could call people from their game studio together, and there would be more than a dozen people. But now it’s the New Year, and Chen Zemian is embarrassed to disturb them.
The last thing the Tang family lacks is people, so Old Tang said, “Just send the numbers, and I’ll find people.”
Chen Zemian sent ten numbers.
This time, there are enough numbers, so there is no need to fight for them. Old Tang’s grandchildren each have a number, and they are playing with relish.
Old Master Tang personally went into battle, though he didn’t understand how to play at first.
Chen Zemian logged into his own game account and teamed up with Old Master Tang to lead him.
In the first two games, Old Master Tang’s character was always killed as soon as he landed on the ground. He could only watch his teammates play from a third-person perspective. Chen Zemian explained the rules to him along the way. An hour later, Tang Lao roughly understood the rules. He put on his reading glasses, stared at the screen of his mobile phone, picked up an MK.14 sniper rifle, and shot his grandsons one by one, beating them all to a pulp.
Chen Zemian was surprised and said, “Old Master Tang is such a good shooter.”
Old Master Tang praised the realism of the game. “The accessories—such as bullets, scopes, muzzles, grips, and stocks—are similar to those in actual combat, and there is also simulated recoil. Different types of guns behave differently. These details are in place and done very attentively.”
The little grandson couldn’t beat Old Master Tang, so he cleverly came to learn from him. “Grandpa, why can I clearly aim but miss the head, while you can headshot me with one shot?”
Old Master Tang laughed and said, “Hahaha, this is called gun suppression.”
The little grandson was puzzled. “What is gun suppression?”
Old Master Tang explained. “Every gun has more or less recoil, so during continuous shooting, you need to adjust the muzzle of the gun downward. The downward angle offsets the upward movement of the muzzle caused by recoil, so that the shooting effect can be accurate.”
The little grandson tried several times but couldn’t find the feel. “This is so difficult, Grandpa. How did you get it right away?”
The cousin looked up and glanced at him. “When Grandpa played with guns, my father was not born yet. You should practice more if you’re not good at it.”
The little grandson was surprised and said, “It’s so powerful. Why didn’t anyone tell me about it?”
Another cousin said to him, “Why didn’t anyone tell you? It’s obviously you who didn’t listen carefully.”
The little grandson was born late, and his grandfather had retired when he was sensible. Although he always heard people say how powerful his grandfather was, those “powerful” comments were all very vague evaluations.
Until today, he vaguely glimpsed the glorious years of this retired commander.
Old Master Tang was surrounded and admired by a group of young people, as if he had returned to the time when he was full of vigor and vitality. He was in a very good mood and immediately recommended the game to several old comrades-in-arms, asking them to use it to amuse their grandsons.
Chen Zemian had no choice but to open 40 internal test accounts overnight and even lent out his own game account, so he could only log in to the administrator account to play.
After getting the accounts, five or six retired military district chiefs led their juniors to plan and strategize, fighting their old comrades on the island map. They brought highly strategic thinking into the game, turning a shooting game into a military exercise.
If a junior made a stupid move or died on the island, he would be ridiculed and mocked by others.
“[Your grandson is not good enough]” became a popular phrase among the old chiefs.
The competitiveness of these older guys was no less than that of their younger days, and some cunning ones even resorted to proxy play to win.
Some students came to pay New Year’s greetings, but they didn’t want the gifts—they stayed and played two games before being allowed to leave.
Those senior officers over 40 years old and in high positions were detained in the homes of the old chiefs, holding their mobile phones and sweating profusely.
The teacher stood behind me to supervise the battle. If I was a little slow while searching for equipment, I would hear a dissatisfied hiss. It was like a dream back to when I first joined the company, and everything I did was wrong.
It was a nightmare within a nightmare.
I don’t know which grandson developed this game and presented it to the old leader. The old leader originally wanted to use the game to coax his grandson, but in the end, they became grandsons.
Unprovoked disaster!
Chen Zemian, the initiator, knew nothing about this.
From his perspective, after teaching Old Master Tang how to play, Old Master Tang would occasionally play with him.
He was considered the ace killer on Old Master Tang’s team.
The game was originally made by him, and he knew all the details. He didn’t know how many versions ahead of others he was in terms of game awareness.
Under Tang Lao’s command, Chen Zemian killed countless enemies.
Chen Zemian only knew that among these enemies there were Old Master Tang’s grandsons, but he didn’t know that most of them were big men of the same level as Old Master Tang, or students of such men—all powerful people rarely seen in normal times.
Chen Zemian half-leaned on the recliner, heard footsteps behind through his headphones, turned back, and fired a shot.
“Bang!”
[System broadcast: ‘Can’t shoot but still capable’ used the M7.62 assault rifle to knock down ’49Qr2hE’]
*****
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