Chapter 521: Making Money Isn't Shameful

However, from Zhang Jie's understanding, for someone who only scored 5 points in Japanese to want to write,

an article that could be presented at the International Congress of Entomology, this is indeed a bit too difficult for him.

Zhang Jie really doubts that even if the article were written and placed in front of Hisahito,

whether he could understand it, let alone read it; perhaps he might not even recognize all the characters on it...

"I seriously suspect that there is a neighbor Lao Wang who took advantage of the situation in their lineage,

otherwise, since genetic testing technology came out, I have never seen them perform a DNA test."

*One Piece* Zhang Jie stroked his chin and analyzed with great certainty.

"European royal families intermarried and created a series of genetic diseases such as hemophilia and rickets,

if it were really all incestuous marriage, after thousands of years, the Emperor family would probably not even have a human form.

And the current Hisahito, although a bit abstract and 'holy as before,' is at least physically sound, without missing arms or legs."

*Water Margin* Zhang Jie expressed agreement with *One Piece* Zhang Jie's analysis.

"What a great dream!"

In the *Under One Person* world, Zhang Jie, lying on the bed, stretched a big stretch.

The morning sun shone through the window, radiating vitality.

"Swallow! Swallow!"

He stretched out his right hand, his slender five fingers spread, and a pitch-black,

micro-black hole that even made the sunlight slightly distort appeared in his palm.

*Swish~ Swish~*

An invisible suction force radiated, and the debris and curtains in the room immediately swayed.

Seeing this, Zhang Jie closed his five fingers, and the black hole in his palm disappeared without a trace.

He didn't want to make his room messy.

Then, Zhang Jie closed his eyes and focused, his spiritual power turning into invisible eyes, looking directly at his dantian qi sea.

Inside, there was a micro-planet representing a planetary-level warrior slowly rotating.

*Hum. *

With a thought, a magnetic force was quietly released from the micro-planet,

canceling out the gravity generated by his body weight, and his body slowly rose until it almost touched the ceiling before stopping.

"Flight! This is flight!"

Zhang Jie, standing a few feet in the air, felt extremely excited.

Flying, this has been a human dream since ancient times.

From the moment they saw flying birds, humans fantasized about being able to soar freely in the sky.

There were countless pioneers like Wan Hu who spent countless energy, and even ended up smashed to pieces, to realize this dream.

It wasn't until the Wright brothers invented the airplane that humans could be said to have opened the era of conquering the sky.

But flying while wrapped in a layer of machinery in an airplane is completely different from the feeling of flying by physical strength.

Freedom!

Zhang Jie now felt an unparalleled sense of freedom.

Now, on this planet, he could go wherever he wanted.

Although there is no lack of people among the extraordinary who can use various strange abilities to fly,

the most typical is object-manipulation flight; for example, the Jia Village in the Northwest is good at manipulating flying knives and flying swords;

others are like the Dou-Qi wings in the *Battle Through the Heavens* world, and telekinesis that can manipulate objects, etc.

But these powers are temporary, generally only reaching the "eight or nine feet off the ground, traveling two or three miles" cloud-climbing realm taught by Patriarch Puti to the Monkey King in *Journey to the West*.

Although he cannot yet reach the Monkey King's somersault cloud realm of 108,000 miles in one somersault,

but with the speed of a planetary-level warrior that easily exceeds the speed of sound, faster than a supersonic fighter jet,

and unimaginable endurance, he can fully achieve the ancient people's fantasy of immortals traveling to the North Sea in the morning and the Cangwu in the evening.

*Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling... *

Just as Zhang Jie was immersed in the joy of the golden finger arriving,

the phone he had casually placed on the bedside table rang.

"Hello, is that Third Brother?"

Zhang Jie beckoned, and the spiritual power unique to a spiritual master, shared from *Swallowing* Zhang Jie, was activated, and the phone fell into his hand.

"Jie, do you have any spare time? The company needs your help."

A very young, but steady and powerful voice came from the phone.

"Of course I have spare time, I'll be there in a while."

Zhang Jie agreed without showing any abnormality.

This Third Brother was naturally the person in charge of the North China region of "Naidu Tong," who took in Feng Baobao,

the third son of Xu Xiang, Xu Si's older brother, Xu San.

As for how Xu San could so naturally ask Zhang Jie for help?

Well, the extraordinary also have to eat!

And when it comes to the best place for the extraordinary, what can compare to a company backed by the state?

Zhang Jie had previously hung a name in Naidu Tong through the connections of his father in this life,

and started to be a salary thief with peace of mind.

Well, because he was neither high nor low, Old Zhang was recruited by the company a long time ago.

As for working for the company, would it damage the B-grade of a transmigrator?

Making money to eat, it's not shameful.

He was just working for the company, and often slacked off, being a salary thief with a clear conscience,

some transmigrator fellow countrymen even lost their second brother,

like a certain supervisor who woke up and was lying on the operating table in the purification room, watching the knife-maker who specialized in castration,

holding that knife that made countless people lose their eggs, sharpening the knife toward his own second brother...

Coming down from the air, Zhang Jie solved his personal hygiene problems in three or two strokes and set off from home.

"Guest, we've arrived at the destination, it's a total of..."

A taxi stopped on the side of the road, and the driver turned his head to remind him.

"Thank you, Master."

Zhang Jie, sitting in the back row, handed over the fare.

Given that Xu San's words were quite urgent, he didn't take the public bus system he usually used most often,

but was a little extravagant and took a taxi.

As for why he didn't use spiritual power or the power of the micro-planet to fly?

The power of the extraordinary is like the power of the half-breeds in the *Dragon* world,

it exists in the darkness and cannot be used directly in public.

Zhang Jie didn't want to be on the company's wanted list from the beginning; it wasn't that he didn't have the ability, but that it wasn't necessary.

Opening the car door and stepping out, a factory with a huge footprint came into his view.

In the venue, there were piles of... express deliveries like small mountains, and at the same time,

there were quite a few... couriers wearing the "Naidu Tong" company logo busy working.

Yes, the Naidu Tong company, which represents the state's stability and control of the extraordinary world,

is such a grounded and simple express delivery company.

Or rather, using an express delivery company as the company's disguise couldn't be more appropriate.

After all, although there are not many extraordinary people, only tens of thousands, they are spread all over the world,

and what "civilian" organization is more suitable for moving around at will than an express delivery company?

Generally speaking, there should be no one who would casually suspect a courier, right?

Naidu Tong company's slogan is "Mission Must Be Accomplished," as long as it is the address ordered by the customer,

they can deliver the express on time and without damage.

Such a slogan makes it reasonable for their staff to appear anywhere,

after all, people who buy express delivery can also appear anywhere. ===== CHAPTER 522 =====

After all, the person buying the delivery could also appear anywhere.