Livestream Conflict-solver: The Whole Internet Begs Me for Justice!

174: Zhang Ze is priceless.Zhang Ze immediately felt a subtle change in his demeanor.

If before he was merely ”acting naturally” with a playful, rogue edge, now his entire aura had settled down.

He looked calmly at Liu Ming, not speaking.

But Liu Ming felt an inexplicable shudder in his heart.

It was the feeling of being targeted by a top predator.

”Let’s go.”

Liu Feifei pulled Zhang Ze toward the black sedan waiting nearby.

From beginning to end, Zhang Ze never looked at Liu Ming again.

Ignoring him was the greatest scorn.

Liu Ming remained frozen in place until the black sedan smoothly drove away.

The subordinate beside him quietly asked, ”Brother Ming, are we just letting them leave?”

”Smack!”

Liu Ming instantly slapped him with the back of his hand.

”Useless! Two of you couldn’t even hold one person down!”

He kicked his ferrari, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

”Hello, help me look into someone.”

”Yes, his name is Zhang Ze, an internet celebrity.”

”I want all his information. Find out what color his underwear is!”

Hanging up the phone, Liu Ming stared in the direction the car had disappeared.

Zhang Ze... I don’t care what kind of monster or ghost you are. When you come to Yanjing, if you are a dragon, you must coil; if you are a tiger, you must crouch!

Inside the car.

Liu Feifei let go of Zhang Ze’s arm, leaned back against the seat, and closed her eyes.

Zhang Ze could feel that her body was still tense.

”Sister Feifei, your cousin is quite useless,” Zhang Ze said, breaking the silence.

”Just an appetizer,” Liu Feifei replied without opening her eyes.

”If that’s only the appetizer,” Zhang Ze smacked his lips, ”then the main course must be the Manchu Han Imperial Feast.”

”Are you scared?” Liu Feifei asked.

”Scared?” Zhang Ze laughed.

”I was just thinking, maybe I should change the script for the next scene.”

”Hmm?”

”The ’poor boy makes a comeback’ storyline is too small-scale. It doesn’t suit my identity.”

Zhang Ze cleared his throat and slowly spoke in a new, deep, and magnetic voice.

”I’ve decided. This time I’m playing... a psycho demon king returned from hell.”

”Whoever provokes me, I’ll make their entire family dance along. How does that sound?”

...”Sister Feifei.”

Liu Feifei didn’t open her eyes, only emitting a monosyllabic response from her nose.

”Mm.”

”Are we going empty-handed like this?” Zhang Ze asked.

Liu Feifei finally opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him.

”What?”

”It’s the Old Master’s ninetieth birthday. We’re showing up as heavyweight guests. Wouldn’t it be a bit inappropriate not to bring a gift?” Zhang Ze analyzed seriously. ”It doesn’t fit my identity as the ’Mysterious, Wealthy Male Lead.’”

Liu Feifei’s expression softened.

She was genuinely stumped by the question.

That’s right, a gift.

Returning this time, her mind had been entirely focused on dealing with the jackals and wolves in the family and how to protect herself at the birthday banquet. She had completely forgotten the most basic task: offering birthday wishes.

Or rather, she had subconsciously avoided it.

Because she simply didn’t know what to give.

Grandfather Liu Zhenyun had spent his life in the military, holding high status and power. What rare treasures hadn’t he seen? Wealth was just a string of numbers to him.

Send cigarettes or alcohol? The doctor wouldn’t allow it.

Send supplements? A top-tier health team was on standby twenty-four hours a day.

Send antiques or calligraphy? His personal collection was large enough to open a museum.

”What should we send?” Liu Feifei countered, genuinely seeking advice.

”Now that’s better!” Zhang Ze snapped his fingers. ”Professional questions should be asked of professionals. I, ’Brother Pingshi,’ am best at solving these tricky problems.”

He cleared his throat and entered brainstorming mode.

”First, analyze the client’s needs. The Old Master: male, ninety-something, former general, current head of a powerful family. Feature: Lacks nothing. Pain point: Probably a bit bored.”

Liu Feifei: ”...”

”Plan One: Cater to his preferences. He was a general, so he must love weapons. We’ll directly customize a pure gold AK47, inlaid with diamonds, and engrave the four characters ’May Your Life Be As Long As the Southern Mountains’ on it. How’s that? Is it hardcore enough?”

Liu Feifei’s face darkened.

”He would use that gun to shoot me first.”

”Plan One, pass.”

Zhang Ze was amenable to change.

”Plan Two: Spiritual comfort. The Old Master is old and needs company. We’ll hire a popular girl group to dance ’Love You’ at the banquet. Or, I’ll go up myself and perform a chest-crushing-a-boulder stunt. What do you think?”

Liu Feifei rubbed her forehead.

”Zhang Ze, I’m starting to regret that fifty million.”

”Don’t rush, Sister Feifei, I still have Plan Three.”

Zhang Ze was completely unfazed.

”We’ll go the technology route. We’ll send the latest VR headset, pre-loaded with hundreds of gigs of war games, allowing the Old Master to relive his passionate years in a virtual world.”

”Or, we can give him a top-tier home theater system. I’ll copy all my live stream recordings onto it so he can see my handsome face every day, guaranteeing happiness and longevity.”

Liu Feifei completely gave up on talking.

She turned her head toward the window, using her actions to express the four words: ”Just shut up.”

The atmosphere in the car cooled down again.

Zhang Ze also quieted down.

He looked at Liu Feifei’s tense profile.

This woman, usually so aggressively confident, revealed a hint of vulnerability at this moment.

”Sister Feifei,” he spoke again.

Liu Feifei ignored him.

”Actually, I was just kidding earlier.”

Liu Feifei still ignored him.

”I know what we should send.”

This sentence finally made Liu Feifei turn her head back.

Zhang Ze dropped his flippant expression.

”We don’t need to send anything.”

Liu Feifei frowned.

”What do you mean?”

”Think about it, what is the Old Master most concerned about right now?” Zhang Ze prompted her. ”Is it your uncles and cousins fighting over the inheritance? No. He’s ninety; he saw through all that long ago.”

”What is it, then?”

”It’s what happens to you after he dies.”

Zhang Ze hit the nail on the head.

Liu Feifei’s body trembled slightly.

”His greatest worry is that you, his most beloved granddaughter, will be devoured by those people until nothing but bone fragments remain after he is gone.”

Zhang Ze continued.

”Therefore, no amount of gold, silver, jewelry, antiques, or calligraphy can compare to one thing.”

”And that is, giving him peace of mind.”

Liu Feifei stared blankly at Zhang Ze.

”So,” Zhang Ze leaned back against the seat, resuming his lazy posture, ”the best gift this time is me.”

”I am the birthday gift you give your grandfather.”

”A birthday gift that grants him peace of mind.”

He winked at Liu Feifei.

”At the banquet, what I need to do is display a strength that will terrify all of them. I need to make them understand that you, Liu Feifei, are not a soft persimmon they can squeeze at will.”

”When they no longer dare to lay a hand on you, when you can stand firm within the family, only then can your grandfather truly rest easy.”

”What is this ’peace of mind’ worth?” Zhang Ze asked slowly. ”One hundred million? A billion?”

”No, it is priceless.”