Extraordinary Realm from Persuasion System

Chapter 978 - 376: Just Call Me Little Wang_2

On the left wing, there was a huge logo, and on the right wing, there was another logo—that was Zhang Beixing’s personal emblem!

A very minimalist line-drawing, sketching out Zhang Beixing’s personal figure.

"It’s Zhang Beixing! It’s Minister Zhang!"

Someone shouted excitedly.

Ever since The Ninth Bureau was established,

Zhang Beixing, who was already quite famous, had become even more well-known.

Basically, you could say he’d reached the point of being a household name.

The name Zhang Beixing, those three characters, to a certain extent had already reached a level where just saying the name out loud could calm people down.

This media guy was thinking too.

If it’s Minister Zhang Beixing...

Then these bombs definitely won’t be a problem, right?

He’ll be able to defuse them all with ease, right?

...

...

...

"I’m sorry, Minister Zhang Beixing, this was our negligence at work, we didn’t guard the main gate properly, didn’t do our job well, that’s why this happened. When this is fully resolved, I’ll resign. If there’s any legal responsibility, I’m willing to take it all, I absolutely won’t try to shirk anything."

Just as Zhang Beixing stepped off the plane, the person in charge of the airport immediately launched into a full-on apology performance in front of him.

This attitude...

For a moment it even left Zhang Beixing not quite sure how to respond.

As the saying goes, you don’t hit a man who’s smiling.

Even though the airport manager wasn’t exactly smiling, his attitude was very sincere.

Most importantly, Zhang Beixing didn’t feel like the man’s emotions were fake.

He sounded like he meant it, so Zhang Beixing didn’t hold it against him.

With such a huge airport, you can’t possibly keep track of every little detail.

Even though this was a huge screw-up,

It definitely wasn’t just his fault alone.

To get to the airport you have to take the airport expressway—how did they get through the toll station? It’s a massive semi-trailer.

So much explosive coming into the city—what were the city patrols and inspections even doing?

If you trace this all the way down, you’ll drag out a whole crowd of people.

Zhang Beixing didn’t need to handle that personally; there were people for that. He was from the Extraordinary Department, not criminal investigation.

When the time came, he’d just make a call to the deputy mayor of Northriver City in charge of this area and let him worry about it. He wasn’t about to help someone else mop up the aftermath.

Right now, all Zhang Beixing wanted was to deal with the explosives in front of him.

Someone immediately stepped up to lead the way.

Zhang Beixing walked up to the pile of explosives.

"This is where the bombs are stacked. The other scattered ones have already had people sent to clear them. These are the ones they didn’t have time to distribute elsewhere. In total there are 8,215 bombs. Each one of these is enough to blow up a self-built rural house."

Hearing that number, Zhang Beixing couldn’t help but click his tongue.

For this many bombs, just buying them would cost no less than one or two billion.

That much money, and you spend it on explosives, seriously?

It’s not like you’ll die from it anyway.

Why not just give the money directly to him, Zhang Beixing—then he could even grant the guy a wish.

Like, he could drop all the passive defensive aura around his whole body, and as long as the guy didn’t hit his face or his little brother, he could punch him anywhere else as much as he liked.

That way the other guy could let off steam, he could take the money, and the bombs wouldn’t go off and hurt anyone else.

A triple win, basically.

People these days are just too impatient—he totally could’ve negotiated this.

"Alright, I get it. Now have everyone evacuate. Leave the rest to me, you don’t need to worry about it."

"Ah?"

You’re just... handing it all over to yourself like that?

The airport manager froze for a moment, clearly still processing.

Damn, has Minister Zhang’s efficiency always been this high, this insane?

He didn’t understand, and was deeply shook.

He really couldn’t imagine how Zhang Beixing was going to deal with this many bombs without hurting anyone.

He watched as Zhang Beixing took out his phone.

"Send me the location of any condemned building within an hour’s drive of me, the bigger the better. I’ll go take it down for them."

The call was to his secretary.

After getting the order, the secretary immediately sent several locations to Zhang Beixing.

All of them condemned buildings that had been left standing.

"Anyone still living inside?"

"No one. You can pick. But if we help a brother department with demolition by blasting, we still need to charge them a reasonable fee. We can’t work for free."

"Fair enough. I’ll go to this sports arena—the site’s more open. You go ask them for the money. You can give them a discount; go with 20–30% off market price, bottom line is 40% off. You handle it."

"Understood, Minister. What if they refuse to pay and even turn around to blame us?"

"What then? I’ve got plenty of ways to deal with that. Just go do it."

With that done, Zhang Beixing climbed straight into the semi-trailer.

Honestly speaking, he really didn’t know how to drive this thing. He could drive a car, he could handle a yacht, but a big rig like this... hmm...

He could get it moving, sure, but he couldn’t control that huge trailer in the back very well, might end up scraping people and cars all over the place.

"Oh right, can you help me find a driver?"

"Ah?"

The airport manager had been about to leave.

He’d been thinking that such a massive pot of blame was actually being carried off by Zhang Beixing for him—what a delightful surprise.

Then Zhang Beixing called him back.

He thought for a second that Zhang Beixing had changed his mind.

Turned out he just wanted help finding a driver.

Uh?

That’s it?

"Yeah, go find someone quickly. Once it’s done, this semi-trailer is his. No matter how you look at it, this truck’s worth over a million. That’s a free score, isn’t it?"

"Yes, yes."

The manager hurriedly agreed.

After agreeing, he rushed off to handle it.

The broadcast started informing everyone in the airport.

The media guy who’d been standing by the window and was the first to learn about this,

As soon as he heard the announcement, sprang into action.

His friend grabbed him.

"Where are you going?"

"I’m going to drive for Minister Zhang Beixing."

"Are you insane!!?!!"

"No, relax. I know what I’m doing. If there’s danger even when you’re right next to Minister Zhang Beixing, then there’s no safe place left in this world."

"No, bro, that’s a semi full of explosives! Do you even get what explosives are!!"

"And what is Minister Zhang Beixing? He’s an Extraordinary Powerhouse. Knives and bullets can’t hurt him, bombs can’t kill him, missiles can’t kill him—probably only a nuke could actually threaten him."

"And you? What the hell are you? You’re just a mortal sack of meat. What makes you think you can compare yourself to Minister Zhang Beixing?"

"You’re really not afraid of dying?"

His eyes suddenly turned firm. He shook off his friend’s hand. "I’ve been regretting it this whole time—regretting that I said too much and scared everyone. I want to atone for that."

"What kind of sin is that? That’s just being human."

"And also... Zhang Beixing has always been my idol. I’ve always wanted to see him in person."

"That so?"

"Yeah, so stop trying to talk me out of it. I’m going no matter what."

His friend could only give him a desolate look.

And let him go.

Watching his back as he left, he muttered under his breath.

"I think you just want that prize, a semi worth over a million. Like I wouldn’t know, huh."

After that, he stopped watching.

When this media guy-turned-driver finally stood in front of Zhang Beixing,

He actually couldn’t speak for a moment—because he was excited, not scared.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang—no, Minister Zhang, Minister Zhang Beixing. My name’s Xiao Zhang—no no, my name’s Wang Xiao, uh... Little Wang."

Looking at this slightly neurotic guy, Zhang Beixing was a bit dazed. "Alright, alright, I got it. I’ll just call you Little Wang then?"

"Okay!"

"Alright, get in. We’re on a tight schedule and the job’s heavy. Let’s move."