
Zhang Zian continued to talk nonstop about his great idea, which had impressed Wang Qian, Li Kun, and Lu Yiyun. They couldn't believe that Zhang Zian had come up with it himself.
Indeed, as Zhang Zian said, the plan was a publicity gimmick and also inexpensive, which had been proved by the rampant women seeking advertisements on electricity poles. It was just that the method was slightly inappropriate. 
While Wang Qian, Li Kun, and Lu Yiyun were being brainwashed by Zhang Zian, a car slowly parked near the sidewalk.
It was Sun Xiaomeng. Zhang Zian motioned for Wang Qian and Li Kun to go outside with him.
"Why did you ask me to drop by your shop on my way to work?" Sun Xiaomeng asked in confusion, rolling down her car window.
Zhang Zian had planned to tell her his idea through WeChat yesterday, but then he figured it would be too much to explain over messages. It would be easier for her to understand if Zhang Zian told her in person. Ignoring the fact that he was going to use the colored small flyers to advertise, he only told Sun Xiaomeng that the cats in her clinic could be brought to Uncle Li's snack bar. If any customers adopted those cats, it would be a triple win situation.
Wang Qian and Li Kun, who were standing behind Zhang Zian, revealed secretive smiles. Sun Xiaomeng looked at them suspiciously and wondered if Zhang Zian was planning anything bad or unexpected. 
However, Zhang Zian's plan was very convincing. Sun Xiaomeng considered it carefully and decided it was possible. Under the proper guidance, her clinic, Uncle Li's snack bar, and the customers in the snack bar, could create a moralistic cycle in which the homeless cats in her clinic would be able to find new owners. Although it could only help the cats who had been abandoned by their former owners, at least the deserted dogs wouldn't have be crowded in with the cats in the clinic anymore. Besides, cats accounted for most of the deserted pets in her clinic. Compared to cat owners, dog owners might usually develop deeper affections with their dogs, making them more reluctant to abandon them. 
"So? What do you think?" asked Zhang Zian.
Sun Xiaomeng nodded. "Okay, let's try your idea out. Since I'm going back to my hometown for the Spring Festival, you can have sole discretion over the matter. We'll discuss more based on the results from the trial period." 
After getting her approval, Zhang Zian let Wang Qian and Li Kun borrow a tricycle, and they headed over to the clinic to get the cats.
Before long, the two of them returned on tricycle and were loaded with seven cats.
Sun Xiaomeng also sent copies of the cats' medical records. They contained each one's name, gender, and age, among other information. The medical records were enough to prove that they had fully recovered from their illnesses and no longer had any health concerns. 
Among the seven cats, there was a purebred Siamese cat, a purebred American Shorthair, two not-so-pure British Shorthairs, a white cat, a black cat, and a Calico cat. They were all adult cats over one year old. They were lined up in cages in the shop and  the crowd carefully watched over them.
Zhang Zian asked Wang Qian and Li Kun not to return the tricycle just yet, because they still had to deliver the cats over to Uncle Li's restaurant later. 
Zhang Zian assigned tasks to Lu Yiyun. "Come on Yiyun, take some pictures of them, and then use Photoshop to make them look as beautiful as possible. The edited photos will be printed out on the front of the small flyers."
Even though she now knew Zhang Zian's intentions, Lu Yiyun still reluctantly pinched the two colored small cards. She felt sick as she looked at the two scantily dressed young women on the front sides of the two posters.
Strangely enough, Lu Yiyun didn't feel disgusted when she looked at the immodestly dressed girls in comics. In fact, she liked them a lot. However, she couldn't accept real people dressed that way. Maybe it was the strong sexual innuendos from the text next to the pictures that made her feel sick, because she didn't feel this way when she saw girls in bikinis on the beach. 
She picked up her cell phone and used the best angles to take a few pictures of the cats. She uploaded the pictures to the computer, opened Photoshop, and selected the appropriate size based on the two cards in her hands. This type of work was a piece of cake for her, and she finished working on it quickly. 
"What should be written next to the pictures?" she asked.
Zhang Zian rubbed his chin for a while and decided to slightly change the wording on the two flyers. They became "British Shorthair Girl", "Mature American Shorthair", "Exotic Siamese", "Chinese-Style Hair-Stroking", "Thai-Style Chin-Rubbing" and others of the like. He told her that the text had be written in pink and flowy fonts, which would wind down along the curves of the cats' bodies. 
"Oh right, make sure to put the pictures of the black cat and the white cat on it. Next to their photos, write 'Kept Kittens' and 'Having A Satisfying Threesome with the Black and the White,'" added Zhang Zian. 
Wang Qian and Li Kun grew deeply concerned as their Master became more shameless. 
"All right," Lu Yiyun bit the bullet and added the requested text, based on what he had told her. She showed him the sample picture through print preview. "How about now?"
Zhang Zian carefully looked at the sample picture and nodded in satisfaction. "You should also write the address and telephone number of the restaurant on the posters. Then, find someone on the internet who can put double-sided tape on them. You two are responsible for putting up the cards."
He pointed at Wang Qian and Li Kun to assign their tasks to them. "Stick the cards on the electricity poles at the nearby crossroads and other highly populated places. Right, you should also paste them on your campus, because students are the targeted audience. But you'd better do that at night, in case there are police officers prohibiting pornography and illegal publications during the day."
"Master, if we were arrested, would you bail us out?" they asked with a grim face.
Zhang Zian stoutly denied them. "How would that ever happen? I would immediately cut ties with you both!"
Wang Qian and Li Kun felt like weeping but didn't let out a single tear. 
Lu Yiyun went online and searched for a merchant that could produce small ads with double-sided adhesive tape. Then, she sent the sample picture to the merchant, asking him to create the flyers and then to mail them back to her as soon as possible.
The merchant, who was also deeply shocked by the unbelievably shameless sample flyer, repeatedly asked Lu Yiyun if this was a joke before taking her order. 
"How many copies should I make?" asked Lu Yiyun. "The merchant's minimum requirement is 200 copies."
Zhang Zian waved his hand and generously said, "Make 2,000 copies! They're not expensive anyway."
2,000 copies!
Wang Qian and Li Kun wanted to cry but held back their emotions. How long would it take them to finish putting up so many copies of such tiny flyers?!
"Don't we need to talk it over with Uncle Li first?" Lu Yiyun asked worriedly.
"No need. As the saying goes, a mess is best cleaned up with a broom, and a severe disease is best cured with strong medicine. Without resorting to unusual means, how would we turn Uncle Li's failing restaurant into a profitable one?" Zhang Zian knew that Uncle Li's business must have been doing very poorly. That was why Uncle Li had swallowed his pride and asked Zhang Zian for help. 
This was a clever method and it would certainly attract a lot of people into the restaurant. Even if only 1/10 of those people bought food from Uncle Li's restaurant, his business would still improve greatly. 
Wang Qian and Li Kun rode the tricycle and dropped off the seven cats, along with some pet supplies and cat food, at Uncle Li's.
"Eeek!"
Zhang Zian looked back. Pi, who seemed rather excited, was peering its head out from the stairwell, vigorously waving at him. 


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

A lot of people misunderstand and think that performance-enhancing drugs are only temporary. That using it before the competition would only yield a short-term boost.
In truth, as technology advanced, performance-enhancing drugs were more like a drug one consumed to fight against chronic diseases. Athletes had to use it every day, and since the daily intake amount was very small, the body would quickly absorb it through metabolism.
Performance-enhancing drugs were also no longer used during the competition or match period. The effects built up during the entire process, from training to competition. For example, using performance-enhancing drugs before training would help reduce the fatigue during training, allowing the training to last longer and improving the effects of the training. As the effects of the training improved daily, through months of accumulation, the personal ability of the athlete would naturally improve drastically.
It was just like losing weight; as long as one lost a little weight daily, after a long time of accumulation, a lot of weight would have been cut.
In the beginning, when the International Olympic Committee started going against performance-enhancing drugs, they were divided into four primary categories, but as technology advanced, different kinds of drugs were developed. When Dai Li agreed to train Alexander, there was a total of seven categories.
The earliest type of performance-enhancing drug was the stimulant. This type of drug stimulates the central nervous system or the muscles to improve the performance of the athlete. Things like caffeine, amphetamine, and ephedrine were all categorized as stimulants.
This type of performance-enhancing drug fundamentally has a half-life lifecycle. As long as it remains within its half-life period, it can be easily detected using a test strip. With amphetamine as an example, its half-life was between two and 24 hours. The fluctuation of the time period is because the metabolic rate of each individual is different and the variations in dosage.
In the last century, athletes in China used to employ methods such as eating watermelon or drinking a lot of water to facilitate urination and increase metabolism to remove the drugs from their bodies to avoid being detected after using this type of performance-enhancing drug. During those times, a lot of watermelon farmers delivered watermelon to sports teams specifically. A larger sports team solved a lot of livelihood problems for a lot of farmers.
However, as technology advanced, these stimulants were becoming easier to detect. Thus, stimulants became the lowest-level performance-enhancing drug. Now, no high-level athlete would be dumb enough to use stimulants.
The second type of performance-enhancing drug were the Anesthesia and Analgesia, like morphine, heroin, cocaine, etc. These were already considered drugs, and even normal people had to stay away from them, not to mention athletes. Besides, there was no legitimate way of purchasing these things, so no athlete would use them.
The third kind of performance-enhancing drugs were the diuretics. The diuretics don't really stimulate the central nervous system or the musculature of the human body; at most, they only enhance the rate that the body excretes water, reducing weight as a result. But using diuretics increases metabolism and reduces the metabolite residue left behind by other performance-enhancing drugs, helping athletes avoid detection as a result. As such, the diuretics were always used in coordination with other performance-enhancing drugs.
The fourth kind were the beta blockers. They could selectively integrate with the beta adrenal gland, and stimulate the body. More than a decade ago, the beta blockers were rarely used in sports, but more and more athletes began using them later as the beta blockers could treat high blood pressure and arrhythmia. An athlete only had to produce a diagnostic report that stated that the athlete had heart problems to be able to apply for the approved use of drugs with beta-blockers with the International Olympic Committee.
The fifth kind was the endogenous peptide hormone, such as the human growth hormone, insulin, erythropoietin, androgen, etc. These were all hormones produced by the human body. Since the body originally had them, if the dosage wasn't high, it was impossible to detect. But if the dosage was too low, then these hormones wouldn't produce the desired stimulation effect. So the dosage for this sort of drug had to be high, which made it easier to detect.
The sixth type of performance-enhancing drug was blood stimulants. It was also known as blood doping. It was conducted by transfusing blood to the athlete, thus increasing the ability of the blood cells to carry oxygen. In the eighties and nineties of the previous century, there was a golden age of sprinting and new world records for sprints were being set continually. The number of exceptional sprinters kept increasing, and many of the athletes back then used precisely this technique.
The seventh kind of performance-enhancing drug were the synthesized steroids. It was the most varied and widely used performance-enhancing drug. It was also the most technologically advanced, as well as the hardest to detect. Athletes who used this type of performance-enhancing drug were nine times out of ten from countries with highly developed biotechnology, such as the US, Great Britain, Australia, etc. Countries with weaker technologies didn't even have the research capability to develop such high-level performance-enhancing drugs.
This was the type of performance-enhancing drug that Justin Alexander had used.
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"Is what you are saying true? You mean to say those reputable track and field coaches are actually using performance-enhancing drugs on their athletes?" Dai Li asked with a bemused expression.
"Is that odd? Not just the United States, but a lot of countries in the world are like this," Blake said with a calm face.
"Of course it is odd. I've been a track and field coach before, and I was even in the national team of China. At least back then, I never found any coach using performance-enhancing drugs," Dai Li said.
Blake smiled. "I think it might be the gap in technology standards. The technological standard of the US is top notch globally, and when it comes to pharmaceutical research, a lot of technology companies and research laboratories in the US like to play on the edge. Even more, they prefer to utilize their technological advantage as a sort of time gap."
"Take a biological lab for example. Their technology is more advanced than that of the Anti-Doping Committee, so they can use this lead to continuously provide new products to the athletes. And as the Anti-Doping Committee lags behind in technology, they are unable to detect the new performance-enhancing drugs."
The underlying meaning behind Blake's words was that the technological level of China was too low, so they didn't have the research strength to develop pharmaceuticals that couldn't be detected by the Anti-Doping Committee.
"Perhaps there is also another reason," Dai Li suggested. "Our country's coaches are supported by the government; they are considered civil servants, and they have stable jobs, stable incomes, and stable welfares. Even if the results of an athlete aren't good, they don't have to worry about losing their jobs. At most, they receive a lower bonus, and their career advancement opportunities diminish. Although it can't completely remove the usage of performance-enhancing drugs, the number of people willing to take risks is relatively lower."
"Yeah. Using performance-enhancing drugs has its risks. The detection skills of the Anti-Doping Committee continue to advance, and every technological breakthrough enables them to detect a large number of performance-enhancing drugs and increase the number of athletes suspected of using these drugs. It also forces the research labs to continue developing new products. Four years ago when Justin Alexander was found to be using performance-enhancing drugs, it was precisely when the Anti-Doping Committee had a technological breakthrough. The Anti-Doping Committee suddenly improved upon their THG detection technique. Alexander clearly did not notice and continued using THG. The end result was him stepping on a landmine."
"It's like a game of tag. As the saying goes, while the priest climbs a post, the devil climbs ten." Dai Li sighed, but he suddenly thought of another problem.
"Oh yeah. What about the review of the B sample? The B sample has to be stored for at least eight years. With the speed of technological advancement being what it is, it doesn't matter if it's the most advanced biological laboratory. When faced with the Anti-Doping Committee, there's no way for anyone to have an eight-year technological advantage," Dai Li asked.
The urine samples of athletes in international competitions had to be separated into A and B samples. The A sample was used for immediate testing whereas the B sample was stored. An athlete might not be found to be using any performance-enhancing drugs, but after several years, as the Anti-Doping committee improved their detection techniques, it was possible to detect residue of the performance-enhancing drugs in the B sample.
"Eight years is too long. For an athlete, that might be the entirety of his professional career. Athletes use performance-enhancing drugs at the peak of their careers, and make millions. That would be enough to last an athlete the rest of his life. Even if the Anti-Doping Committee were to discover it at a later time, it would still be worth it. Moreover, it is 'if' it was detected. Sometimes, they are unable to make the detection," Blake explained.
The professional career of an athlete was short. After eight years, the athlete might have already retired or be nearing retirement. The athlete would have obtained both fame and fortune by then, earning what could be earned, and being found out to be using performance-enhancing drugs might only take away the glory from before. To the athlete, there wasn't any real material loss. An athlete could sincerely apologize and express his desire to change, and use the rest of his earned money to live a luxurious life.
Blake then continued, "Apart from this, athletes also have legal methods of drug use, which help them avoid getting caught with many types of the performance-enhancing drugs."
"You are talking about immunity for using drugs on treatment, right?" Dai Li asked.
"Yes. When Alexander first got caught using a stimulant, didn't he argue that he was using it to treat his ADHD? Of course, a lot of athletes really do use drugs to treat diseases; for example, it is widely known that swimming is effective in treating asthma, so a lot of people practice swimming to treat asthma and end up becoming athletes. However, the drugs used to treat asthma contain compounds found in performance enhancers, so a lot of swimmers have to apply for immunity for using drugs for treatment."
Blake paused a moment and continued, "There are also a lot of athletes who capitalize on the loophole provided by the drug use immunity, using disease treatment as an excuse to continue using performance enhancers. The exact number of people doing this, I don't know. But I can give you a statistic; the number of athletes applying for drug use immunity in the US last year was around 700, and the number of athletes who went to the Olympic Games last year was only approximately 500 people. You can make the comparison. Among those who go overseas for international competitions, more than 70% of them would apply for drug use immunity from the International Olympic Committee."
"That many?" Dai Li was surprised.
The US is the world's number one when it comes to sports, and American athletes are also among the best in the world. The athletes who could make it through the trials and appear on the international stage were without a doubt the best of the best. Among them, many were world-class athletes.
If one were to say that each of these high-level athletes had a disease, it was still normal, but to say that over 70% of them were sick enough to require pharmaceutical intervention, it was obviously impossible. How could it be possible that these super sick athletes were much stronger than normal athletes? It was biologically implausible.
Or perhaps the body condition of the average American citizen was terrible, and super sick people was the norm, so the athletes who appeared in trial competitions or races were all sickly individuals. But how could this explain the fact that the US was the world's number one country in sports? If the citizens of the world's number one country in sports are all so sickly, why were they still into sports?
The only answer was that they were manipulating the rules so that they could legitimately administer performance-enhancing drugs.
However many people would help justify the actions of American athletes online, stating that they really were trying to treat their diseases. But if one were to really analyze the situation, it would be simple to get an answer. If every single one those exceptional athletes had a disease, and they needed to administer drugs for treatment, then what made them world-class? Did they really think that American athletes were practicing the "Sunflower Bible," where self-castration would make one invincible?
Blake then continued, "Of course, not all 700 of these people get approval; about one-third of the applicants don't get the drug use immunity. However, one thing I am certain of is that track and field athletes are the ones who possess the most immunity."
Dai Li took in a deep breath and said, "You mean to say most track and field athletes are actually using performance-enhancing drugs?"
"And it's through any means necessary," Blake added. "I'm saying all this in the hope that you can understand. What's in front of you is unfair competition. I know that you have a high training standard and great ability in track and field training, but the levels of the other coaches aren't bad as well, not to mention your opponents are extremely likely to be using performance-enhancing drugs."
"You think that I can't best these 'Pharmaceutical Coaches'?" Dai Li asked.
"It's difficult. To tell you the truth, I really don't favor your chances." Blake shook his head. "Before his suspension, Alexander was touted 'the second fastest man in the world,' second only to Kittel. His comeback will definitely garner attention. If the result of his comeback is terrible, there will definitely be a lot of questioning voices, which will affect the reputation of our training center, as well as your personal reputation."
As Blake finished his sentence, he glanced towards Dai Li, but he only found Dai Li smiling with confidence. Both his eyes showed that he was ready for battle; it was as if victory was almost in hand.
Unfair competition huh? The other coaches have performance-enhancing drugs, while I have the bonuses from the system. To them, it sure is unfair! Dai Li thought.


How could a poor graduate student without any background or connections become successful? With a coaching system? An upgrade? This is not a computer game, but real life we’re talking about!
 
This will be a fantasy based on reality. Dai Li will fight back against all those who would mock and humiliate him with his astonishing and awe-inspiring training skills. From a nobody he’ll try to become the most illustrious coach in the sports world, so join him in proving to everyone who’s the real master here!

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Lists of thoughts... Random thoughts... (considered as communion to God Almighty!)

The first two weeks of June was a big test for Li Shenggang. The electrolytic aluminum factory consumed 500,000 kWh of electricity each day before its formal operation. As Huang Xuan’s agent and the only person he could order around at home, Li Shenggang had been demanded to guarantee the electricity supply at any cost. He didn’t know why Huang Xuan had made such a demand. Maybe it was because of some business secret. Whatever it was, the most important thing for him was to hold on to this big shot. Then he would have nothing to worry about.
However, the daily consumption of the factory had increased to as much as 1.8 million kWh, a new record and nearly the utmost output of the transformer. On the other hand, since it was the boiling summer when the electricity for civilian use had reached its peak, the factory had been asked to reduce its productivity and limit its electricity consumption, which had kept Li Shenggang busy. He almost burst into tears when Huang Xuan asked him to increase the electricity supply. 
“Boss, I can’t! The director of the factory has been suspecting me of embezzlement. Some people from the government came and asked us to stop stealing electricity. They thought that we were supplying electricity for other factories, to which I didn’t dare to respond and invited them to dinner twice. Since the electricity for civilian use is so tight, the electricity consumption of the factory will be limited soon if it keeps increasing,” he cried on the phone.
“OK. Just keep on guaranteeing the electricity supply. I will reimburse your treatment bills. Remember, I am your boss, not some director,” Huang Xuan said.
That was what Li Shenggang would like to hear. He kept saying yes and nodding his head and then hung up the phone. “Lao Lin, no matter how powerful you are, do you know the boss’s phone number?” he said to himself and smiled.
Neither Huang Xuan nor Rolin cared about the productivity of the factory. Huang Xuan would consider himself lucky if the factory wasn’t losing money with such backward equipment. So he wouldn’t waste much time on it while Rolin worried that the production would affect his energy supply.
“With another 12 million kWh, the base will be able to be upgraded and moved to Brazil,” Rolin said to Huang Xuan.
Huang Xuan sighed. He had little money left now. 
“Rolin, we are running out of money,” Huang Xuan turned off his computer and said, shaking his head.
“We will have money soon.” Rolin turned on the computer himself and had some materials printed. 
“A Japanese named Nakajima Jiro wants to buy our whale meat. We will have money after we sell the meat.”
“I hope so.” Huang Xuan stretched himself. Sometimes he wondered whether he was using Rolin or Rolin was using him. The money he had earned with so much effort had all been spent on the energy for Rolin, but he had received little help. He would be so embarrassed if he got fooled by a stupid machine.
The Japanese were world cleaners. They not only wandered around the Strait of Malacca but also hoped to benefit from the Atlantic Ocean and the Mediterranean Sea. 
Nakajima Jiro was a small tradesman who had only three employees, but he did import and export across Latin America and dealt in anything profitable.
His customers were always pleased with his business, but he was not pleased with the profits, He was craving more, always more. Sometimes, he even demanded to take 60% of the revenue. Since the dealing was very profitable in itself to Huang Xuan, he was willing to give up a part of the profit.
Besides Nakajima, two more Japanese and an American joined in the competition. Huang Xuan didn’t need to meet with them. The development of science and technology guaranteed the efficient cooperation between business partners. When one kg of whale meat was delivered to the other party’s apartment, the cordiality was much elevated. 
The quality of the commodity was the foundation of credit. The whale meat from 400 years ago was much better than it was today. As pollution worsened, the creatures on Earth all had bioconcentration which had first been discovered in DDT that had been thought effective, but excessive residue had been found in creatures at the upper end of the food chain a dozen years later. 
Bioconcentration was especially common in marine lives, perhaps it was because they had a longer food chain. When a small fish ate a shrimp, and a big fish ate the small one, the accumulated residue in the shrimp would be passed to the small fish, and then to the big one. After this process had been repeated many times, the creature at the top of the chain would have bioconcentration. In the whales, it was mercury that was concentrated. Although it was not enough to make people sick, and people didn’t eat the whale meat every day, the merchants were hoping that people didn’t reduce their purchases for any reason. The Japanese government had made a limitation on the amount of mercury in fish, which was no more than 0.4 mg, but the content of mercury in the whale meat sold at the markets in Japan was often a few or tens of times it.
Hence, after Nakajima had examined the whale meat sample, he was very much interested. The biggest problem of selling whale meat in Japan was quotas. The Japanese government announced the number of the whales they would catch for “scientific research” every year, and the enterprises that got the quotas were registered and accredited. When asked how he would solve this problem on the phone, Nakajima answered, “As long as the meat is fine, the government won’t check it a second time.”
Hearing this, Huang Xuan thought that nothing mattered as long as Nakajima paid and Rolin wouldn’t be exposed. 
Neither Huang Xuan nor Rolin was interested in where the meat would go eventually. Rolin hoped to get more energy sooner, and Huang Xuan just wanted to sell it out.
The better parts of the whales were sold for 6,000 JPY while the rest for 1,000 to 4,000 JPY in Japan. Rolin was a professional carver. No matter which part the other party wanted, he would find it instantly and have it stored in the container. In addition, he mixed different kinds of whale meat up. No one would find out that the meat of Bowhead whales and Gray whales that were extinct was among unless someone examined each piece of the meat.
Since what Nakajima was pursuing was profits, the examination was just in a small range. As long as Rolin traced the pieces well, they would be fine.
The average price of the meat was 3,000 JPY per kg. Since it was in such a huge amount and might affect the entire market, Huang Xuan settled on 2,500 JPY at last. Because the dealing was illegal, he didn’t demand payment in dollars. After all, the JPY was also an international currency.
Nakajima bought one-third of the meat, which was about 3,000 tons, and all the whale insides at the price of 12,000 JPY per kg. The insides that provided vitamins were the best fish oil health care products. The fat was sold to the Americans as life lubricant at the price of $27,000 per ton. The final profit was 34 billion JPY, which sounded enormous but was actually only $320 million. Huang Xuan threw his bank card into a drawer with disdain.
“The two Z990 you ordered are in place.” It was a call from an employee of IBM.
Huang Xuan was speechless on hearing that. He couldn’t wait to hang up the phone and started yelling, “Rolin, why two?”
“You agreed to buy one during the test and asked me to fix the problems of mouth shape and bytes later. Of course, it is two.”
Huang Xuan still didn’t get how Rolin had done the maths. It was two million they were talking about. His hand holding the phone started cracking. He felt that a Porsche of his was just gone. 
“The upgrade of the base will be completed tomorrow, and it will be moved to Brazil in a very short time. Please get the facilities ready. You don’t need any training to operate the Z990. And you can hang up the phone now,” Rolin added.
Huang Xuan went back to play online games, clenching his teeth. He would have skinned that guy if he had been in front of him. 
“On the bright side, the profits are rich today,” he comforted himself.


Many people felt frustrated by the lack of knowledge after time travel.

Many took their laptops with them during time travel and fell into an awkward situation with deficient electricity.

Many others took the troops with them and found that there were only logistics of 19th century.

Countless predecessors had died on the way, numerous on the land of another world. 

A large number of people had achieved both success and fame after time travel, but failed to find the way back home. 

Do you still regret not remembering the formula of glass?
Are you still confused about the ingredients of gunpowder?
Are you still trying to perfect the shape of mirrors?

Nowadays, a lot of colleges and universities are rushing about, looking for sponsorship; many institutions are drifting along the wave of bank notes; a host of experts’ and professors’ subjects have been brought to a halt  because they are short of funds.

There is a solution to every problem.
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Yu Gangan followed beside Fang Zhihan and habitually picked up some herbs to have a look. She kneaded it with her index finger and placed it up to her nose for a sniff.
"There were some problems with this batch of American ginseng. It should have arrived two days ago," Lin Sen explained on the side.
American ginseng?
After placing the herbs back, Yu Gangan immediately picked up some more, placed it in her palm and smelled it. She then put a slice in her mouth to taste it.
Seeing her actions, Fang Zhihan asked, "What's wrong?"
Yu Gangan pulled out a tissue, spat the herbs out of her mouth, and asked Lin Sen, "Woody, did you say this was American ginseng?"
"Yes, we ordered it from Wisconsin; the best producers of American ginseng," Lin Sen replied.
"Someone's tampered with it. When you smell it, it smells like American ginseng, but it's not," Yu Gangan explained.
When Lin Sen heard this, he was shocked and frightened, "H-How's that possible?"
Fang Zhihan's eyes turned cold and he placed a piece to his mouth to try it as well. But, he couldn't tell that it wasn't ginseng.
Lin Sen also tried it and he couldn't tell.
"Codonopsis looks very similar to American ginseng. The outside layer is a gray-white color and it gradually gradients into a ring of brown-red with brown-red spots in its fibers. It is very dry without any moisture. In this case, the active ingredients were artificially extracted and dried to mimic authentic American ginseng. The average person can't tell the difference. A small number of unscrupulous Chinese herbal medicine sellers like to mix codonopsis with their American ginseng to create an illusion and deceive their consumers. But, don't you have a special procurement team and partners that specialize in medicinal herbs? How did this happen?" Yu Gangan explained.
Lin Sen immediately panicked and said to Fang Zhihan, "Previously, when we received a sample, I let the old pharmacist try it, but it wasn't codonopsis, it was definitely American ginseng."
Fang Zhihan looked at him, "Immediately investigate who was responsible for this batch of herbs."
Lin Sen broke out in a sweat and quickly sent someone to investigate. In the end, he discovered that the person in charge of this batch was Jiang Baian.
Naturally, Fang Zhihan couldn't have dinner with Yu Gangan anymore. Instead, he arranged to eat lunch with her the next day and instructed Lin Sen to escort her home.
...
Jiang Baian was ordered to return to the Jiang Family Home.
Elder Jiang was furious.
As soon as he saw Jiang Baian, he whacked him with his walking stick, "You evil creature, how did the Jiang Family produce someone like you?"
Jiang Baian endured the pain and glared at Fang Zhihan who was standing on the side. He then said innocently, "Grandfather, what did I do wrong? Why are you suddenly hitting me?"
Elder Jiang threw a pile of information at Jiang Baian and scolded him, "Have you considered what consequences Jiang Corporation would face if this was to be exposed?"
After running his eyes through the information, Jiang Baian denied any involvement and even struck back, "I am responsible for this batch, but I'm not responsible for the logistics. I already handed this over to Fang Zhihan's assistant. Fang Zhihan, are you trying to frame me?"
As he spoke, a sad expression appeared on his face, "Fang Zhihan, our relationship may not be that good, but my father treated you decently. How could you do something like this?"
His expression made it seem like Fang Zhihan had committed some heinous crime.
But, Fang Zhihan remained indifferent as he looked at Lin Sen.
Lin Sen then handed another piece of information to Jiang Baian.


Beautiful doctor of Chinese medicine, Yu Gangan woke up from a coma one day to a cold, mysterious man. "Excuse me, you are...?"
A pair of profound eyes focused on her and replied, "Fang Zhihan, your husband."
Did this man take her for a fool? He was obviously a fraud!
A little while down the track, he pulled her into his arms and whispered beside her ear, "Who am I?"
This time, Yu Gangan froze and replied, "Fang Zhihan, my husband."
If he was a patient, then she was his sweetest medicine...

Major General Hughes sighed as he lay the newspaper he was reading on his desk. The title of the newspaper reads, JAPANESE SURPRISE ATTACK ON PEARL HARBOR, UNPRECEDENTED DAMAGE TO NAVAL FLEET, there was another newspaper that detailed an exaggerated eighty percent loss of fleet power for the Pacific. They were told to say that of course; They needed to encourage public outrage. Hughes had the actual figures, thanks to the advanced armor plating they installed on some of the ships in haste they only lost an actual fifty percent of fleet power. There was going to be a memorial for the ships that were lost with all hands on deck, and then he supposed they would ready for war. 

A list of the ships lost with all hands on deck was also on the desk. It was a grim readout, but not as grim as it could have been. 

USS ARIZONA 
USS OKLAHOMA
USS CALIFORNIA
USS UTAH
USS NEVADA

Five ships total, over twenty-five hundred crewmen lost, not even counting the number of people lost in the initial bombing of the infrastructure. Reports put the total casualty amount at near five-thousand; wounded at less than a quarter of that number. It could have been much less he mused, as long as Thomas decided to come clean about the attack before it happened. Hughes couldn't be bothered to go after Thomas, their reasoning was the same at this point. Only forced entry into the war could guarantee them the time they needed. It might even mean extra funds, it would certainly mean that all of the projects would have to be accelerated. 

At the very least, it would mean extra time for Thomas, and at this point, that's all Major Hughes could ask for...

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WASHINGTON D.C., VIRGINIA, WHITE HOUSE DECEMBER 8, 1941

The President of the United States,  Franklin Delano Roosevelt, sat in his oval office early in the morning. The weight of yesterday's attack on Pearl Harbor left him ashamed and angry. Such an attack to have occurred under his watch as President, nothing less than shameful, but that such an attack had happened to his own American citizens...it was truly angering. He called an emergency meeting of his staff after the attack had happened, he demanded to know of the Pentagon why security was so lax in such turbulent times. Excuses! Excuses one and all! No one could give him a straight answer, except of course for his lovely wife, Eleanor. Ah, she always did have an answer for him. Her advice this time was sound. Ignore those old codgers in the Senate, go with your feelings, make the speech you know America is waiting for. Give them the answers they deserve! 

Brilliant advice, and now, it was time for him to put such advice into action. He picked up dialed the phone on his desk, it was a rotary phone, quite new in fact. You had to spin the dial to the number and let it go back to the beginning before you could get to the next number. He quickly and with practiced ease dialed the number to the conferencing room where he infrequently held his famous and widely loved Fireside Chats. It was high time to let America know that they would not take this sitting down.

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SENATE COMMITTEE, WASHINGTON D.C. DECEMBER 8, 1941

President Franklin Roosevelt's voice could be heard echoing the wide and round chambers of the Senate Committee, he was, of course, addressing the entire nation impromptu, most of the Senate members had just made it and all of them were seated when his radio address began. 

"Yesterday, December 7th, 1941—a date which will live in infamy—the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.
The United States was at peace with that nation and, at the solicitation of Japan, was still in conversation with its government and its emperor looking toward the maintenance of peace in the Pacific.
Indeed, one hour after Japanese air squadrons had commenced bombing in the American island of Oahu, the Japanese ambassador to the United States and his colleague delivered to our Secretary of State a formal reply to a recent American message...."

Ten minutes in and the members of the Senate began discussing amongst themselves the same matters they always have. Thought they did like FDR's "Day of Infamy" touch to his message. Most of them have barely been asleep since the attack the day before. They were working overtime to make the necessary calls and contact the necessary people to get some of the ball rolling for a few secret projects. Not ones all of the Senate knew about, but just a few key ones. 

"The attack yesterday on the Hawaiian islands has caused severe damage to American naval and military forces. I regret to tell you that very many American lives have been lost. In addition, American ships have been reported torpedoed on the high seas between San Francisco and Honolulu.
Yesterday, the Japanese government also launched an attack against Malaya.
Last night, Japanese forces attacked Hong Kong.
Last night, Japanese forces attacked Guam.
Last night, Japanese forces attacked the Philippine Islands.
Last night, the Japanese attacked Wake Island.
And this morning, the Japanese attacked Midway Island.
Japan has, therefore, undertaken a surprise offensive extending throughout the Pacific area."

Thirty minutes into his address and this message had taken the Senate and Congress by surprise. The Japanese had really been thinking this through, if it was just Hawaii then that's one thing but through the entire Pacific? Some members of Congress and the Senate had business holdings in those areas or were trying various social experiments that they had poured their money into! Unthinkable! The Senate and Congress were riled up now, the President was laying all the facts before them, some of it some of them had known, but the vast majority were in the dark, not privy to the military secrets that some of the wealthier members had their hands on.

"I ask that the Congress declare that since the unprovoked and dastardly attack by Japan on Sunday, December 7th, 1941, a state of war has existed between the United States and the Japanese empire."

With that, the radio broadcast came to an end, and the entirety of America was burning with the flames of anger. Enraged by the Japanese onslaught, they wanted nothing more than revenge. The hour-long speech by the President had succeeded in riling up the American Public. Outrage, shame, anger, and hatred. Within that very hour, Congress had unanimously approved a State of War between the United States and Japan. An hour after that, Adolf Hitler of Germany extended his Declaration of War to include the United States as a token of friendship with Japan. The world was burning, but America will be damned if it didn't jump into the fire this time.

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Major General Hughes got off the phone with the Pentagon, he had a smile on his face. He sat back in his chair as he contemplated his phone call, everything was going according to the plan. Now he had to go and make sure it got done, personally. He got off his chair and stretched his aching limbs. No matter how happy he was, he was still a fifty-year-old man, and his body wasn't getting any younger. He tossed a letter he had a received just ten minutes ago on his desk, then he exited his office. The letter which he tossed on his desk didn't really say much, it was all technical jargon, but at the very bottom, stamped in giant print....

           APPROVED

End of Book 2

Thomas awoke on a cold hard metal surface. 

"I'm alive...?"

Thomas Conlin was a Staff Sergeant during the Second World War...at least until he was killed in an ambush. 

Brought back to life by a seemingly unknown power and given some powers of his own, can he learn to master his gifts, or will they destroy him and everything he's ever fought for?

Read on as Thomas finds himself in an upward struggle between the hidden forces of the world.

"The blood sample cannot be tested again!" Forensics Gao said, giving Zhao Yu the bad news. "The sample the hospital took has already been mixed with other chemical reagents leaving it unable to be tested again!"
"What?" Zhao Yu asked gloomily. "That means the bottle in my hand now is useless?"
"Yup!" Forensics Gao said. "The blood test at the hospital is different from those done during the autopsies performed by police. They just want to check for the cause of the problem, while we look for evidence. So, the sample you have with you now is not useful. But don't hang up yet, let me take a look at the report…"
"Alright." Zhao Yu said listlessly. He was disappointed.
"Well, it seems that besides his fat levels, all the other indicators show that he's healthy and in the normal ranges!" Forensics Gao said. "The deceased's blood condition was actually better than the average person!"
"Oh…" Zhao Yu wasn't expecting much to come out of the sample.
"Uhm, there's nothing special judging by these reports," Gao Facai continued. "No poison, no outliers, except… uhm…"
"Except what?" Zhao Yu asked.
"Wait what's this… sodium thiopental?" Forensics Gao paused as he read the awkward-sounding word.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Yu prompted him.
"Sodium thiopental is a therapeutic drug. Hold on, I haven't seen this for years. Let me check it out!" Gao Facai answered.
Therapeutic drug? Zhao Yu frowned. He had no clue what that meant.
"Ah, I found it! It's used to treat claustrophobia!" Forensics Gao said. "I nearly forgot about it. This is a rare drug and it's hard to find on the market. I've heard about it before. Claustrophobia is a mental condition and while nothing can cure it completely, sodium thiopental has the potential to relieve some of the symptoms."
"Claustrophobia?" Zhao Yu asked. "What's that?"
"It's a condition where the patient feels unbearably oppressed when he's in an enclosed space, usually in situations like taking the elevator or an airplane!" Gao Facai explained.
"But the deceased's house doesn't have any elevators, nor does his workplace! As for planes, he didn't really take them, so even if he did have this medication, he wouldn't have had to take it often, right?" Zhao Yu wondered.
"Well, about that…" Forensics Gao said. "If the deceased has a private doctor you can ask him. But I'm sure that sodium thiopental is used to relieve mental strain and has nothing to do with heart disease. It cannot be used to induce heart failure either!"
"Oh…" Zhao Yu said. Although he was nodding, he felt as though something was amiss.
"How about this, I'll show my colleagues the report and I'll contact you again if they spot anything suspicious!" Gao Facai said.
"Alright, thank you!" Zhao Yu said politely before hanging up. Once he hung up, he immediately opened the system and searched for sodium thiopental on the Invisible Browser. Zhao Yu knew that the system's equipment was more powerful than anything else available, so he wanted to see if there was any explanation of the drug available on the browser. In the end, he found that the explanation from the system was exactly what Forensics Gao had told him – it was a drug used to treat claustrophobia.
There was something else at the end of the article. At the bottom, it said 'In addition to the above effects, the drug can also be used as a truth serum. It was first used by Foreign Intelligence…' What?! Zhao Yu was taken aback after reading the explanation. A truth serum? Was it capable of forcing someone to tell the truth? If Yuan Juncheng had taken a truth serum, did the murderer want him to say something?
Zhao Yu continued to read the remaining information, but just as Forensics Gao had said, it was a neurological drug that did not affect the heart. That meant that Yuan Juncheng's death had nothing to do with it. Still, why was there a truth serum in his system?
O' hero… Zhao Yu's phone rang. It was Cui Lizhu.
"Boss! I changed my mind!" Cui Lizhu blurted immediately after the call connected. "I think Yuan Juncheng was murdered! When I tried to retrieve the records from the cameras, I discovered all the cameras near his house were down!"
"What? How could that be?" Zhao Yu was surprised.
"It can't be a coincidence, right?" Cui Lizhu said. "From what I know, someone had definitely snuck into Yuan Juncheng's house. I don't think we should delay this any longer. You should quickly contact Feng Ping's police station and officially start an investigation!"
Zhao Yu felt uneasy. Before this, he hadn't contacted the police because he wanted to investigate the case in secret and not make it a big issue. Besides, as the case involved treasure, the fewer people involved the better. But at such a point, if the investigations didn't start, the murderer might get away and find clues for the treasure themselves! As Zhao Yu thought about this, his phone rang again. It was an unknown number. He hung up Cui Lizhu's call and answered it.
"Hello, is this Officer Zhao Yu?" A soft and sweet voice said through the phone.
"Yes, speaking. Who's this?" Zhao Yu asked. This was his work phone. Other than his colleagues nobody knew the number, and this woman's voice was one he had never heard before.
"Oh, hello!" The woman said uncomfortably. "I'm Li Jing from Foreign Affairs. The Criminal Department sent me as your partner. Uhm, as the leader…"
"Li Jing? Leader? Isn't it supposed to be Li Xiaoqiang? Also… you're female?!" Zhao Yu asked.
"Ah, sorry about that! Li Xiaoqiang is what's written on my ID, but everyone calls me Li Jing!" The woman laughed. "Leader Zhao, it's an honor to work with you on this, and I hope to learn a lot from you. Please teach me well!"
"Female…?" Zhao Yu pulled his hair, a little confused. "I always thought you were a man. Why didn't Ma Runkui tell me?"
"Ah, sorry," Li Jing said politely. "I should have contacted you earlier, but I was on the plane. So sorry about that!"
"Then…" Zhao Yu was still in a daze and didn't know what to say.
"Uhm… I am already in Feng Ping. Should I go to the provincial bureau or Feng Ping's police station to meet you?" Just as Li Jing finished her sentence, Zhao Yu's phone rang again. It was Miao Ying.
"Give me a second, I have an important call. I'll call you back later!" he told her. Even though the new team leader was a woman and spoke courteously, Zhao Yu felt that he needed to be careful. He didn't wait for her reply and hung up.
"Hey!" Who would have thought that after the line connected, the person on the other end of the phone would not be Miao Ying? "Officer Zhao, how have you been?" A woman asked, her voice was cold and sharp. Zhao Yu almost threw his phone away when he heard it. It was Cheng Lingfei! Cheng! Ling! Fei! Why would she be calling him with Miao Ying's phone? Could it be…?
In that instant, Zhao Yu subconsciously glanced at the 'Kun Dui' words displayed on the system's interface…


A little ruffian who fought recklessly without any morals and bottomline accidentally time-traveled to parallel space and became a Key Case Investigation Team agent. The huge change in identity had him creating chaos in the police station. However, a strange miracle system helped him repeatedly solve mysterious cases, turning him into an impudent ruffian detective!

Li Du looked at him with his head tilted and said nicely, "Must you go against me? You are here to purposely cause an issue, right?"
Hughes, with an innocent look, unfolded his arms and said, "No, I deal with the issue, not the person. If you think I have offended you, then come and hit me."
Godzilla clenched his fists and was about to attack when Brother Wolf stopped him.
Li Du pointed at Hughes and said, "You have succeeded in trying to anger me. Listen up, b*stard, quickly get lost from my land. I am getting impatient."
An employee with a ponytail said, "Mr. Li, you have to clear your name. I do not wish to say this, but everyone here knows that you are suspicious."
Li Du stared at him. "Why?"
The ponytail employee said, "First, you drove a truck here. Second, you have harvested a lot, more than the usual amount. In the state of Arizona, if your heifer gave birth to ten calves in one go, we would think that you had stolen other people's calves."
"Fine," Li Du responded. "You guys suspect all you want. However, if you guys want to touch my safe, you'll have to call the police and get them to bring over a warrant."
The Native American man frowned. "Sir, we do not need to blow this matter out of proportion. If you did not do it, are you willing to help us find the culprit?"
"Am I obligated to?" Li Du sneered.
The Native American man replied, "Maybe you do not know that we have the right to bar anyone from coming into the national park if we deem the visitor a threat to the national park's safety!"
His words hit Li Du in his soft spot. He looked stunned and began contemplating. 
Indeed, the national park had such authority. Not just the national park, every other public area in America also had such authority and could bar anyone from coming close if they were deemed to be a threat to the public's safety.
With countless opals still waiting for him here, he could not leave this place. Based on his estimation, the total value of all the fire opals in the national park amounted to billions of dollars!
If he could dig them all out, he would be set for life.
After brief consideration, he said, "Alright, I am willing to help you guys find the culprit behind this matter."
"It's you," a gem hunter said enigmatically.
Li Du could not be bothered with him. He said to the Native American man, "Could you bring me to the scene of the incident to take a look? I need to know what happened."
The Native American man beckoned him to follow. "With pleasure."
Following the staff, the group of people either drove cars or rode motorcycles toward the northwest direction.
The area of the national park was very huge. The entire national park was not only made up of rock-filled land, it was also made up of soil in some areas and rock formations in a few others. Even though these areas also contained fire opals, there was no way of mining them.
The fire opals inside the rock-filled land could be extracted by picking up the crushed rocks. For opals in the ground or within rock formations, they could only be extracted by digging a mine.
After traveling for more than ten miles, another piece of rock-filled land appeared in front of them. 
The east and west sides of this rock-filled land were petrified forests. Some of the petrified trees were as high as 30 feet and as wide as three feet, like a sky-piercing pagoda. They were a magnificent sight to behold.
In such an environment, even if someone were to operate machinery, the sound would not travel very far.
Every few steps along the rock-filled land there was fragmented rock and dispersed rock dust. These were the effects of the machine.
Stephen Chandler's cousin, Brendan, as well as his sister-in-law, Alicia, came as well. Li Du asked the both of them, "What is the procedure when using machines to search for fire opals?"
Brendan said, "As you know, gemstones have varying brightness and quality. There are a variety of machines that can isolate them. For example, by shining an intense light, fire opals can be found through the degree at which the light is being reflected or, through the use of a centrifuge, different rocks can be separated.
"The former method is commonly used. As the machine has a conveyor belt, people will use a spade to shovel rock onto the conveyor belt. The machine then cuts up the rock while simultaneously shining an intense light on them. If there is a fire opal inside, it can be detected through the use of light reflection."
After hearing his explanation. Li Du asked, "Wouldn't this shatter the fire opal?"
"It won't be shattered, only cut. Even so, fire opal that has been cut is still valuable and quite a bit of money can be earned from it," explained Brendan.
Machines would cut up a bunch of rock in one go. If no opals were detected, they would continue operating until the rocks had been reduced to dust before replacing them with a new batch of rocks. 
This was the reason behind the large amount of rock dust here. Also, as there were some crushed rocks here as well, it revealed that they had found a fire opal since machines would stop operating after detecting a fire opal and move on to search the next batch of rocks.
While looking at the piles of fragmented rocks, Alicia whispered, "D*mn it, they found fire opal, and not just one or two pieces. They found quite a few."
Basically, every pile of crushed rocks represented a piece of fire opal that had been harvested.
After entering the scene of the crime, the Native American man looked at him and asked, "Have you discovered anything?"
What could Li Du discover? As this was a rock-filled land, vehicles would not leave any trace behind when driving here. They knew that the violators had hidden a machine but did not know where.
However, Li Du had another method he could use.
He released the little bug and randomly found a pile of crushed rocks before using the Reverse the Past ability.
A barren, rock-filled land, from one to two hundred years ago, first appeared in front of him. He rapidly advanced time until the latest time period where he saw last night's incident. 
There had been quite a number of machines operating here last night. Someone had erected a huge tent for the machines to operate in so that noises and lights were blocked.
Due to the large amount of dust produced when the machines cut up the rocks, the people working here wore large dust masks as well as googles. He was dispirited by his inability to clearly see the faces of the people working here.
Just like looking through a stuttering video, he looked at each frame in detail.
At last, he discovered something. Although these people wore dust masks to filter out the dust, some of them frequently used their cellphones to take pictures of the opals they had found as well as make phone calls.
The visions of the past were very clear; so was the number on the large screens of their phones.
Li Du took out his cellphone and discreetly dialed the number to see whose phone it belonged to. In the end, a name popped up after dialing the number: "Owen."
This was Owen's phone number, the gem merchant Li Du had worked with before. It was apparent that this matter was related to him.
The cellphone, which was a Samsung touchscreen phone, Galaxy Nexus, became a clue.
Li Du was so certain of this because this phone had just been released not long ago and Samsung had been advertising it for the past few months.
With that, he released the little bug again. The little bug went back and forth between the pockets of the people in the crowd, specifically searching for this cell phone model.
The first person he searched was Hughes. The first reason was that Hughes kept bothering him. Second, people who bought this phone model were mainly gadget fanatics as the price of this model was very high since it had just been released onto the market.
Coincidentally, Hughes was a gadget fanatic as seen from his love of flying drones.


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

This story is about a Lady Assassin who was
trained in Russia, specially skilled in the art and
carrying out the job with no fears, restraints or
apologies.
She became so powerful and was greatly feared
by several of her male counterparts, including
some of the masters who trained her. She hated
so many things, God was number one on her
hatred list.
She came down to Nigeria and was still involved
in her profession until she met someone who
was willing to help her start a new life.
But people from the past came into her life
bringing back old memories. Then she met her
match, another fierce assassin

 With a smile on her face, she kept the call.
"I will give you more than that."
His words echoed in her head and she could help but blush in anticipation.
She tried hard to close her eyes and to try to sleep, but sleep was like miles away from her. So she opened her phone again and started googling some random stuff.
After 15 minutes, she typed - 'Dr. Jaby Nelson'
"Whoa whoa whoa."
She exclaimed as she read about his achievements and positions.
'Dr. Jaby Nelson is board-certified by the American Board of Neurological Surgery and the American Board of Spinal Neurological Surgery. He is a fellow of the American College of Surgeons and the American Academy of Spinal Neurology. He holds joint appointments at the Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center and the Hospital for Acquired Prosopagnosia. He serves on the editorial board for Neurosurgery and Journal of Neurosurgery. He serves as Chairman of the Neurosurgery Committee of the Oncology Group.'
Then she started reading reviews about him and found out that getting an appointment from him was like trying to strike in the bird's eye. People had to wait for weeks to get his appointment.
Seeing all that she sighed and hatched a plan to get Raymond to visit him.
Then she was about to sleep, but her curiosity hadn't been quenched yet, so she googled again,
"Dr. Jaby Nelson's wife Alita"
As she was one of the patients who had undergone multiple clinical trials, there were a lot of reports about her and her trials.
'Alita Mason, an obituary to the kindest soul on earth.'
'Alita and her 6th Trial with life.'
But her jaw dropped when she saw the next article titled,
'Acquired Prosopagnosia - understanding more with Alita Mason.'
"Wait for what?", she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Now she understood why Dr. Nelson was so concerned about her. Why all these seminars and all these papers and research work on acquired prosopagnosia was important to him. She lied there all speechless on her bed. She couldn't fathom in the wildest of her dreams about the trauma and the pain which he would have gone through.
She knew he was a kind and genuine man with the heart of gold, but now she understood that it was something more than just helping people. It was a cause that was very personal to him. 
Reading all the reports and the story about her tragic death, left her in tears.
It was then that she remembered how while bringing her back to the hotel, he had told all those words about having faith, about never losing hope and she could feel his exact emotions behind those words.
She developed a newfound respect for him in her heart.
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The next morning was extremely hectic for Dr. Nelson as he had to perform one Endovascular Neurosurgery and one Ventricular Shunt which lasted for more than three and a half-hour combined. So after finishing the procedure, he took a cup of coffee and went to the balcony to have his lone time for a while.
He sat on the chair there all alone and breathed the fresh air.
There was no one to disturb him because everyone knew that Dr. Nelson loved to spend some time there all alone, so when he used to go there, nobody dared to disturb him or socialize with him. Sitting there, he used to enjoy the Ariel view of the city as Neuro department was on the 17th floor of the hospital.
Taking the last sips of his coffee he was about to get up and go back to his room when his phone rang. As he took out his cell phone, he saw on the screen,
"PRIVATE NUMBER calling."
He knew only one person who had a private number and that was Akira.
Without doing any further delay, he picked up the call and said,
"Hello, Akira."
"How did you know it was me?"
"Well in my circle there is the only person who used a Private Number and that's you."
"Oh, that way."
"So tell me why you called? You didn't send any queries of yours as well. The last we talked, you had a few questions in your head right?"
"Well, actually I called for some other sort of favor."
"What sort of?", Dr. Nelson asked, feeling a bit curious and surprised at the same time.
"The thing is, I wanted to have an appointment with you, I mean I can go and call your receptionist and fix that, but there is..."
"I can get you a slot. Just tell me when it is convenient for you."
"Wait, what? I can get a slot when I want?" Akira mumbled, unable to believe that she heard. He was the most sought after doctor in New York and here he was ready to give her an appointment when she wanted?
That was strange.


[Warning: This novel has mature content. Reader's discretion advised]

Gazing at the Starbucks cafe at the airports had become a ritual for her. A desperate attempt as she hoped against hope to see him again, probably get one more chance to kiss him again. Looking at the store all lost, she walked ahead, but then she stumbled and bumped against someone. 

The cup of coffee that he had in his hand spilled all over just like the first time when she had met him. 

"Jesus Christ", he muttered. 

The moment she heard the voice she looked up and saw his face. It was the same face that had promised to stay next to her, till death did them apart.

Tears flooded her eyes and all that she could utter was, "I knew you would come back for me Raymond". She raised herself on her toes in an attempt to kiss him but he blocked her with his hands.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa !!! I guess you have mistaken me for someone else."

"What are you saying, Raymond? It's me, your Akira. The love of your life, your fiancee," she said and stretched her hand showing the ring.

He stared at the ring for quite some time and then looked at her face apologetically and said, 

"Miss please, I am already a married man."

And then he silently walked away.

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