It is a Z1 modified sedan, looking different from other cars.
The unique solar-cloth, along with four battery panels, is prominently stuck around the car, as if afraid others wouldn’t notice.
And in the entire community, or even in their whole street, only Old Xu has a Z1 sedan.
Because of his substantial contribution to the factory, among the 10 ’self-administered Z1’ distributed by the factory, one went to him.
"Is that the Z1 sedan?" Many people on the roadside noticed the Z1 sedan and showed envious expressions.
There was even an outdoor blogger, who, upon seeing the Z1 car while passing by, chose to livestream right there and tried to describe the features of the Z1 with his limited knowledge.
Especially as a few people took photos in front of Old Xu’s car and posted them on their social media platforms.
Because the self-administered Z1 is so rare right now, obtaining one takes more than money; it requires some achievements.
Similarly, having his beloved car surrounded was a scene that satisfied Old Xu’s vanity.
In life, everyone has to pursue something.
Old Xu just loves vanity, and he has the skills for it.
While he is indeed vain, he still politely asked the onlookers to step aside.
’This Old Xu...’ remarked an old man playing chess by the roadside, recognizing Old Xu and shaking his head at the sight,
’He has a parking spot in the neighborhood, yet he stops on the roadside to show off. This Old Xu really is...’
The old man was speechless, but could not deny he felt a mix of envy and jealousy.
"Check!" The old man, annoyed, slammed his chess piece down loudly with a ’check’ on his opponent.
Not only did it startle the old man opposite him,
but it also caught Old Xu’s attention from several meters away.
This only made Old Xu more satisfied.
Because this old man used to be their factory boss, his superior.
"Old master, see you," Old Xu waved goodbye to the old man before he was about to drive off.
But just then, he was about to start the car.
A few martial artists in training ran past the car like the wind.
Honestly, though people around admire Old Xu, Old Xu admires these martial artists.
Their constitution is extraordinary, reaching a level unimaginable to ordinary people before.
Especially just yesterday, when a 400-pound machine was about to topple due to some workers’ improper operation in the factory.
He watched, amazed, as a young trainee physically pushed the machine back upright. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝙣𝙚𝙩
The scene was profoundly shocking to him.
He suddenly realized that the entire world is gradually being replaced by ’emerging superhuman beings’.
People like him, the veterans, are already growing old.
Coupled with the current Z1 and the superconducting production training he was involved in earlier.
And all sorts of medications and Fantasy Spirit Stones.
It made him understand that the world has changed invisibly.
Perhaps in a few more years, the factory will be filled with extraordinary newcomers.
Old Xu didn’t know what to feel, but at that moment, the excitement of driving the Z1 was gone, replaced by endless reflections.
Looking at the retired old man over there.
He feels that it won’t be long before he sits over there cooling himself, replacing the current old man.
And the ’new Old Xu’ would shout at him.
Leaving the community, Old Xu saw even more martial artists on the streets.
Including some shops, and screens in big malls began promoting some ’extraordinary pharmaceuticals’.
The analysis of Jade Pool Immortal Dew, coupled with years of data released, led many industries to develop their own products.
Previously, Old Xu really hadn’t noticed these, it was mostly his apprentice driving.
While he sat in the car thinking about things, job arrangements, and machine production issues.
But now, truly acknowledging his aging, and viewing the world with eyes from a few years ago,
he suddenly noticed many changes.
The key point is there are more martial artists on the street.
Especially in crowded roads, when many young people find it hard to move, they get off and carry e-bikes to the sidewalks to avoid traffic jams.
In the past, this would definitely catch attention.
But now, when people on the streets witness this scene, they go on with their business, taking it as usual.
Old Xu continued walking forward and passed a small relatively wide street.
There was a small building with an internet cafe on the second floor.
On the second floor, there was also an ’air door’, in that small alleyway.
Below, there were a few small steps.
Many martial artists who want to go online, yet don’t want to walk around the first floor via stairs, would enter this small alley and, like rock-climbing, ascend within a couple of breaths.
Of course, this was not allowed, and it carried risks, the Martial Arts Department would inspect.
But generally, they don’t mind it.
Because on these steps, there’s a sign saying ’Martial Artists Only Passage, Test Your Climbing Skills’.
Moreover, there are cushions under this alley, with padding on both side walls too.
Ensuring safety, the Martial Arts Department actually promotes such ’recreational facilities’.
As you practice martial arts, it will surely bring some convenience and uniqueness to life.
It also indirectly makes others feel ’so cool, I want to practice too’.
The Martial Arts Department not only manages martial artists but also further promotes martial arts training, going for universal awareness and integration into everyday life.
So these somewhat non-compliant ’slightly violating stairs’ are temporarily overlooked.
It must align with the people’s livelihood.
These are small details in life.
At least, Old Xu felt integrated, found it good, and very normal.
Even if it wasn’t for today’s sense of ’something lost’, he hadn’t realized how much the world has imperceptibly changed.
He then took out from the car a bottle of ’special heart medication’.
One pill not only effectively relieves angina and stabilizes blood pressure, but also softens blood vessels.
And after finishing a bottle of twenty pills, heart-related illnesses and high blood pressure can be perfectly cured.
This is no longer the world as he knew it.
He thinks this is already the ’human utopia’ described in newspapers.
Especially as a master at the power plant, he knows that superconducting has yet to be massively produced for civilian use, more focusing on Z1 battery replacement.
He now can’t imagine, if he waits for superconducting to be rolled out, what kind of magical scene would it be?
’I want to try martial arts! I want to exercise, I want to live to that time, I want to see...’
At over fifty years old, Old Xu suddenly developed a firm desire to practice martial arts and dialed the factory manager’s number.
But before that, considering his age, he chose to give up.
"Hello, manager, I’d like to take a day off today to sign up at the martial arts studio.
Yes, I heard our state-owned enterprise offers benefits for old masters signing up, I want to practice martial arts."