Chapter 19: Unwelcome

The big guy stared in astonishment, not knowing where he had carried him off. After about 10 minutes, he returned and carried away another coffin. His nonchalant demeanor made everyone present swallow hard; he was simply a human-shaped beast!

Zhao Ping'an was also stunned, even developing a fondness for such a talent. Such a person was just born in the wrong era; if it were the era of the Warring States, he would definitely be a top-notch general, comparable to the likes of Xiang Yu! 

"Let's go, we should help out too." After instructing his relative Zhao Weiguo to take Captain Shi to the hospital in a minivan, Zhao Ping'an called Cao Zheng to follow him.

The eastern end of the village just borders Gongbu Village, which is why the road construction accidentally dug over the boundary. However, in rural areas, these boundaries are often not clearly defined. It didn't take long for the two to catch up with Li Fugui, who was carrying such a large coffin after all.

"Is there something wrong?"

Li Fugui looked to be around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, older than Zhao Ping'an and the others. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes and given his build, he couldn't be described as handsome but rather very imposing. His face, devoid of any expression, always exuded an aura of authority.

"Brother Fugui, this matter is our fault, we just wanted to come and Zhao Ping'an, who is 178 cm tall, stood next to him, barely reaching his shoulder, creating a sense of a mature man standing next to a middle school student.

"No need." Li Fugui seems a bit unfriendly, no wonder people say he has a reclusive personality.

Zhao Ping'an looked a bit awkward as he scratched his head, thought for a while, and finally expressed his idea, "Um... Brother Fugui, actually there's one more thing. I want to hire you to work at my company?"

Li Fugui glanced at him lightly, "You don't really think I didn't even finish elementary school, do you?"

Zhao Ping'an waved his hand to indicate that he was fine and was about to explain, but...

"Sorry, I don't do guard dog."

Who said that being brawny means being simple-minded? In Zhao Ping'an's eyes, Li Fugui, who hadn't even graduated from elementary school, was smarter than the entire Gongbu Village. It was as if he knew what Zhao Ping'an was about to say. After dropping a line, he walked away without looking back.

"Brother Fugui, it's not what you think. What I mean is a bodyguard, a bodyguard! One who is responsible only for me!"

Heaven knows if Zhao Ping'an changed his mind on a whim; only he knows in his heart. Anyway, after a relentless and persistent effort, Zhao Ping'an finally managed to bring this intimidating figure, who was already quite formidable just by standing next to him, under his command. This was after promising to cover all of Li Fugui's living expenses, provide a designated book each month, and teach him the entire nine-year compulsory education curriculum.

Strangely enough, this guy actually doesn't want money. In his words: "I'm all alone, what do I need that for? Knowledge is wealth."

Looking at their level of awareness, Zhao Ping'an couldn't help but feel a bit envious. Deep down, he was also somewhat looking forward to it. He wondered what kind of person Li Fugui, who could probably be invincible among ordinary people after mastering his skills, would become.

I guess it's a pretty big monster!

...

Although triboelectric nanomaterials are suitable for many products, if we had to say which product they are most suitable for, it would naturally be mobile phones. This coincides with Zhao Ping'an's initial vision. Now that the biggest energy problem has been solved, the next step is to make mobile phones.

Zhao Ping'an is not an all-knowing expert. Although he has stored a vast amount of chemical and physical knowledge in his mind, there are many principles that he has not yet fully grasped, and this knowledge has its limitations and is not comprehensive. Therefore, his creativity often comes from sudden inspirations based on this knowledge, and he has not yet reached the point of being able to do as he pleases.

For example, with a phone, he is confident in disassembling it to understand its internal mechanical structure, but he is unable to decipher software-related issues, which is also his shortcoming. So he came up with a clever way to handle it: procurement.

Shenzhen is undoubtedly the manufacturing base for mobile phone products in China. Zhao Ping'an ordered 100 sets of kits from a little-known company online, ostensibly for preliminary testing. These kits included touch screens, flex cables, small boards, antennas, cameras, buzzers, and more, while the software used was an open-source Android system.

The rest was just assembly, combining these components with their own full-energy utilization technology. Soon, Anping Technology's first product—the Friction Phone S1—was launched!

This is definitely a moment worth celebrating. Zhao Ping'an invited the banquet master from Shangdai Village, and they set up over 60 tables in the spacious factory. Together with 20 hired hands, his relatives, and a large group of villagers, they all got completely drunk.

The next morning, the physical discomfort from his hangover did not dampen his entrepreneurial enthusiasm. Leaving Cao Zheng to supervise the completion of the remaining phone assembly work at the factory, Zhao Ping'an, with the first S1 of great significance in his bag, took Li Fugui and boarded the train to Chengdu, the capital of Sichuan Province.

In the center of Hudu City, on the 11th floor of the Guomei Commercial City, in the administrative office area.

"Miss, I have really made an appointment with your General Manager Hu. Could you please inform him?" Zhao Ping'an and Li Fugui, who was wearing an oversized black suit that gave off an invisible sense of oppression, stood in front of the consultation desk, and for the 32nd time, Zhao Ping'an said to the somewhat indifferent receptionist, "Enough, are you annoying? I've seen many small companies like yours coming here to seek cooperation. I've already told you that President Hu is currently in a very important meeting. If you're willing to wait, then wait; if not, the main door is over there." The receptionist, completely unfazed, said, "No."

Zhao Ping'an frowned and took out his phone to check the time; it was already 11 AM. He had made an appointment over the phone yesterday with a manager surnamed Hu for a meeting at 10 AM. He had rushed over half an hour early, but the key point was that Mr. Hu wasn't answering his phone. Maybe he really was in a meeting, but if that were the case, why agree to the appointment yesterday?

"Let's go, to Suning." Zhao Ping'an considered himself a petty person, too lazy to stay here and endure this humiliation any longer. After greeting Li Fugui, who hardly spoke and seemed to have truly immersed himself in the role of a bodyguard, he left this place.

Suning was not far away, but the two of them had a hard time finding the office area, and by the time they got there, everyone had already left for the day.

Spent 30 yuan to buy 3 boxes of fast food, and the two of them didn't mind, just squatting on the ground to eat. Li Fugui was big, and although he never said anything, Zhao Ping'an always prepared double portions for him—clothes and food alike.

"Hey! What are you two doing? Do you really think this is your own home? This is someone else's work area! Go eat outside, don't make a mess here!" A middle-aged man in a security uniform with a big belly walked over, waved his hand as if swatting a fly, and said, "Uncle, didn't you say you were off duty? We'll just wait here." Zhao Ping'an looked up at him and said lightly, "I say, how come the young people nowadays have no sense at all? To be honest with you, we have about ninety people like you doing sales here every day. The higher-ups have already given the order that you people are not allowed to come in anymore. If you want to sell something, you can do it, but you need to make an appointment by phone first." The security guard said angrily, "Damn it, I know."

Holding a lunch box in his hand, Zhao Ping'an nodded and left, seemingly understanding the situation, but in reality, his heart was already filled with endless rage.

What a big company! What a difficult threshold to enter!

Since I'm so unpopular, I might as well go solo!