A Gift from Fan

Regardless, Wang Feng accepted the association's suggestion and was willing to participate in some of the propaganda organized by the association and cooperate with the creation of advertisements.

However, the Model Hero project was still in its planning stages, so the details of the activities and advertisements were not clear. The association asked Wang Feng to return to M-City first and wait for a few days.

Wang Feng didn't mind this and took the fastest way back to M-City. When he arrived at M-City, it was already late. After leaving the train station, he began to walk home.

"Huh? A post office?"

On the way home, he noticed a post office. Seeing it, he couldn't help but remember how Saitama had saved him twice, but he hadn't said "thank you" to him yet.

'I should send some gifts to Saitama as a thank you.'

Right now, he didn't dare to go to Z-City and couldn't thank Saitama directly.

What did Saitama need?

Saitama was short on money. Due to his poverty, he was very concerned with supermarket sales and even developed his extremely powerful one-punch skill.

Since Wang Feng took Saitama's credit, he received almost 100,000 yuan a month, and his life was free from worry.

Wouldn't that mean he owed Saitama tens of millions or hundreds of millions of yuan?

He touched his bank card. There were the 1.5 million yuan he got from the association.

Well, he already knew what to send to Saitama.

However, the ATM function had limited cash withdrawals. He could only make large withdrawals at the bank tomorrow.

"Oh, the roads are being repaired so quickly."

After a day of rushed repairs, the road in front of him was already being paved. Reconstruction in this world was lightning fast. Both B-City and D-City were destroyed, but reconstruction only took a few months. The construction speed was enough to put many modern construction companies to shame.

After returning home, he glanced at the damaged second floor. Wang Feng stretched his waist, too lazy to deal with it, and decided to call someone to come and fix it tomorrow.

He put down his backpack, carefully took out Vaccine Man's egg, and placed it on the couch. It looked intact, but there were no movements from the egg.

How did the eggs hatch? Could he smash it? Or should he find a chicken to sit on it? What about modern technology— would shining a flashlight on it work?

Unfortunately, if he couldn't hatch it, his plan to raise a personal Piccolo would fall flat.

Suddenly an idea came to his mind. He smiled and turned on his computer, logged into the forum account, and opened a post in a pet forum, "I picked up a strange egg that is bigger than an ostrich egg. How do I hatch it? What is this egg?."

Vaccine Man's eggs were about 20 cm long and 10 cm wide, much larger than an ostrich egg.

The moment he posted it, someone responded.

Bullfrog Love Spider-Girl: If the egg doesn't hatch, then I'll teach you how to cook and eat it!

"..."

Wang Feng's face darkened. This idea was good, but he didn't dare to eat. Saitama often ate monsters, but who knew if he became bald from eating carelessly?

Donkey and sister will never meet: The baby in the egg must be reluctant to come out due to the lack of a mother's love. Just give it a hug to show your kindness.

Wang Feng's mouth twitched, big brother, did you want to be so unreliable?

Close your eyes and say bullshit: Unable to hatch? Maybe the baby hasn't played enough on the slide, plug it back in and try again.

Unfortunately, netizens were really unreliable!

He turned off the forums and searched the web, looking to find how to incubate an ostrich egg. Basically, use an incubator!

'Okay, I'll go to the bank to withdraw the money tomorrow and send it to Saitama. I'll also buy an incubator.'

The next day, Wang Feng got up early and pulled out a suitcase from the storage room. One and a half million was not a small amount. If stacked, a small suitcase could be used to hold it.

After cleaning his suitcase, he carefully hid the Vaccine Man's egg before leaving the house.

There were no countries in the world of One Punch Man. There was only a single coalition government equivalent to the United Nations in the real world, except it managed 26 cities. Similarly, banks were not divided into construction, agricultural, and commercial banks. There was only one, the ABC World Bank.

Wang Feng came to the bank to withdraw money, and after going through a series of procedures, he managed to get the money out. Then he dragged away his suitcase to buy an incubator and a couple of other things.

Realizing, seeing that time was running out, he dragged his suitcase over to the post office.

"Sir, please write down the address."

"Ok."

Wang Feng took out a pen and wrote down Saitama's address and family name, No Man Street in Z-City…

He handed over the suitcase and goods, watched the postman packing them, and left satisfied.

After returning home, he immediately moved the incubator to the storage room and placed Vaccine Man's egg into it. Plugging it into a power source, he turned it on and waited.

He also called a company to clean the house. As for the second floor, he decided against getting it repaired. For one, it's troublesome. Second, he didn't use the second floor as he stayed on the first floor most of the time.

Naturally, he hid any evidence of who he was to avoid other people disturbing him after learning of his identity as King.

Five days quickly.

Z-City, No Man Street, in front of a certain apartment.

"Saitama, your package has arrived."

A heavy package hit the ground as the postman shouted.

Buzz!

With a stomp on the gas pedal, the post office car drove off quickly.

From stopping to leaving, they didn't stay more than a minute.

When Saitama heard someone calling his name, he opened the door and went out to take a look. They were nowhere to be seen, and there was only a package on the floor.

"Who sent the package to me?"

With his deafish-like expression, he tilted his head in confusion. After half a second, he gave up. He had always been alone, without friends and relatives. Who could the sender ve?

In that way, he was very similar to King. He was also a lonely person. King was the pinnacle of fame, and Saitama was the pinnacle of power. In a sense, they were both the same kind of person.

Huhhhh!

He removed the outer packaging of the package, revealing a bulging suitcase. Unzipping the suitcase, he looked at the items inside.

"Ah, this is... a supermarket sales flyer?"

Saitama looked disappointed, a bunch of supermarket sales flyers filled the suitcase, and a note sat on top f the flyers.

"Note: Dear Saitama, thank you so much for saving my life twice. You deserve this money. Please forgive me for not being able to come to your house to thank you in person. In the future, I will definitely treat you to a hot pot. Oh, I'll make sure the hotpot has seaweed. I've heard that seaweed aids hair growth, and finally, thank you again for saving my life.

Signature: Handsome man with hair!"

"A fan?"

Saitama's eyes lit up, and he read it several times with gusto. He said to himself happily, "If it didn't have a signature and the phrase 'seaweed aid hair growth', this thank you letter would be perfect."

He carefully kept the note. This was the first time he had ever received a thank you letter. Even though the phrase "seaweed helps grow hair" and the signature "Handsome Man with Hair" were a little annoying, it was still very memorable.

"Huh? Supermarket sales flyer..." Saitama took the supermarket sales flyer, glanced at it, and sighed, "It's too late, only if it came sooner." He reluctantly closed his suitcase. He saw several supermarket sale leaflets, including special for chicken drumsticks, cabbages, and lobster. Unfortunately, the sale the leaflet mentioned ended yesterday.

Wow!

He unzipped the suitcase and put it in the corner. Even though the supermarket sales flyer had expired, it was still the first thank-you gift he received after being a hero for three years. He was reluctant to throw it away.

"By the way... Does seaweed really help to grow hair? Next time, I'll pay attention to which supermarkets sell seaweed."

...

"Huh? The parcel has finally arrived at Saitama. The post office's delivery efficiency was too low. It took five days to make a half a day trip."

Wang Feng was bored at home, logged on to the post office's official website, entered the postal code and noticed that the package had been signed, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "... five days have passed, the supermarket sales flyer should have expired, right?"

Unfortunately, daily withdrawals were limited to 50,000 yuan, which wasn't enough. Hence, Wang Feng purposely collected some supermarket sales flyers from big cities and put them into the suitcase, with the 50,000 yuan hiding under the flyers. The reason for placing the cash under them was to prevent the postman from getting greedy.

"Although the supermarket sales flyers have expired, the 50,000 yuan should be enough for Saitama for a while."

"The Hero Association's Model Hero Project has been put on the agenda." Wang Feng received a call. They had selected M-City as the shooting location. "The photography team has arrived in M-City to find it and prepare the specific location."

Wang Feng didn't mind this. However, it was boring, so he decided to find something meaningful to do. According to Sitch, they were mainly shooting two hero-themed commercials.

Wang Feng felt a little excited for some reason.

...

"hatshuu!"

Saitama, who was wearing a yellow superman outfit, sneezed for no reason. He touched his nose and shook his head in confusion, "Is someone talking about me?"

He glanced at the suitcase placed under the corner, and excitement filled his heart.

"I... have fans too."

(Leather suitcase: You… do you really plan not to look through me again?

Fifty thousand yuan: Brother, I respect you, you who regards money like dirt.

Then, after Saitama learned the truth about the suitcase, his dead expression managed to find a new low)