Electronic Nezha

Chapter 64 Public Opinion
I never imagined that one day I would say something like "I'm richer than you" when I had a conflict with someone.

It's not that I'm particularly high-class, it's just that I genuinely feel I don't have much money. Not to mention when I was a child, I haven't even reached the middle class yet. But compared to the people in front of me, what I'm saying makes sense.

These words were undoubtedly another blow to the hearts of the brothers.

Duan Shoujiang retorted angrily, "How arrogant are you? Brother Sun was already famous before Wanda existed."

Sun Zhancheng said modestly, "Don't talk about that. A hero doesn't dwell on past glories." What he meant was that even a fallen camel is bigger than a horse.

I kept my hand on the whistle and said, "Did you come here to beat me up or just to debate who's richer?" Their appearance made me seriously conflicted about whether to blow the whistle or not. Duan Shoujiang and Wu Lianfeng were both cripples, Cheng Sihai was physically healthy, but hitting his "white nose" would probably cause him excruciating pain. Right now, the only one with full fighting ability was Sun Zhancheng. If he had been a boxing champion before, I would have given up hope. He's just a mere rich man.

I found myself in a dilemma... like encountering a big dog, lame in one leg, missing half a tooth, unwilling to run away, but afraid of getting rabies if I fought it. Of course, they actually had a team optimization solution—if Wu Lianfeng threw his crutch to Cheng Sihai as a weapon, I'd immediately blow the whistle!
Sun Zhancheng said coldly, "If I wanted to fight you, I wouldn't have brought just a few people."

Duan Shoujiang said coldly, "But the few of us are enough to beat you."

I said coldly, "Isn't that the same as saying nothing at all?"

Just then, a rugged SUV pulled up beside us. The window rolled down, and a cheerful and pretty girl called out to us, "Playing shuttlecock?"

us:"……"

To outsiders, the five of us standing in a circle with a center, each three to five meters apart, looked just like we were playing shuttlecock.

Wu Lianfeng said, "Girl, go on your way, this is none of your business."

The girl acted as if she hadn't heard him at all, and called out to me again, "Old Liu, Liu Chuanfeng!"

I took a closer look and realized that the girl was the reporter—Ma Chaoran.

"Reporter Ma?"

"Get in the car," Ma Chaoran called out to me crisply.

I opened the door and jumped into the passenger seat. Ma Chaoran asked, "Won't this interfere with your training?"

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"Oh." Ma Chaoran didn't think much of it and poked her head out to ask Sun Zhancheng, "Uncle, where can I find a good breakfast around here?"

Sun Zhancheng: "..."

I pointed to myself and said, "Me? Ask me, my home is in this neighborhood."

"Thank you." In English, this is called "Thank you all the same." Ma Chaoran was very polite, then rolled up the window, and we left as the four of us watched.

Does this count as me running away?
Ma Chaoran, driving the car, glanced at me and said, "Didn't you recognize me just now?"

I chuckled and said, "It's cloudy, the lighting is bad." This objective reason is indeed true. Compared to last time, her hair has been cut shorter. Her hair wasn't long when I saw her last time either. This girl seems to particularly prefer short hair.

"Tell me where there's good food first?"

"Would you like noodles or—"

Ma Chaoran said, "As long as it's not noodles."

"Then let's head south."

"Say front, back, left, and right."

"Uh, go straight ahead, then turn right after you exit the community gate." I pointed out the way while asking, "Where are you going, Reporter Ma?"

"Let's go to the Cultural Center to do an interview."

"Then how did you end up in the residential area?"

"The navigation said there was a traffic jam ahead, so I took the liberty of crossing onto a side road," she said with a sense of accomplishment. "I'm bold, aren't I?"

I just remembered, this girl doesn't seem to be very good at finding her way around. For someone who has no sense of direction, that takes a lot of guts.

Her phone, which was in the car, kept reminding her that she had taken a new route. The endless reminders made it seem like she had gone astray. Ma Chaoran simply turned off the navigation, and I took over the navigation and led her to a breakfast stall outside the south gate of the community. The stall mainly sold pancakes that were fried on both sides, and you could put sausages, eggs, fried mushrooms, and other fillings in them. Before Yuanyuan came along, I used to eat at this stall all the time.

"What do you want to eat, Reporter Ma? Or should I treat you to whatever you want?" Ma Chaoran pressed down on my shoulder and said, "I'll go."

"I've already eaten, I'll go instead."

"Then I definitely can't let you go, I'll go!"

"I go!"

"I go!"

I mimicked Cai Ming: "Holy crap!"

Ma Chaoran: "Hehehehehe."

In the end, Ma Chaoran got off the bus and bought two breakfasts. After she got back on the bus, she handed one to me and said, "It won't hurt to eat more breakfast."

"See you next time, reporter Ma." I was about to leave; I couldn't leave earlier because I had to move someone's car at any time.

"Just call me Chao Ran, I already told you last time."

I smiled and said, "Okay." When friends who are of a higher status than you but aren't very familiar with you ask you to call them by a nickname, you should automatically assume it's a one-off thing. For example, if the other person is a section chief and asks you to call him "brother" at a dinner party, you can call him that then, but the next time you see him, you should still call him "Section Chief X." This is etiquette and common sense. But if he emphasizes it a second time, then you can call him that.

The next time you see Ma Chaoran, you can call her Chaoran.

Just as I was about to get off the bus, I received a call from Lao Wang. He didn't waste any words and went straight to the point: "Fengzi, come to the cold storage right away. People from our market are causing trouble here."

I was completely confused and getting anxious, so I said to Ma Chaoran, "Chaoran, go ahead and get busy. The Cultural Center is north... then turn right... you should just use navigation."

“I heard everything. Why go to the cultural center? I’ll go to the cold storage with you.” Ma Chaoran started the car while biting into a pancake.

The cold storage's superior status can be seen from the fact that Ma Chaoran arrived there without using navigation. Of course, it may also be related to the fact that it is right across from us.

Ma Chaoran parked the car in a small alley behind the cold storage, and when she reached the alley entrance, she made a point of looking at the trash cans...

The cold storage was still bustling with people, showing no signs of "trouble," until we followed two security guards who were running quickly toward the northwest corner to the entrance of the condiment market, where we found a large group of people gathered, led by Sister Zhao from the fruit market.

Ma Chaoran rushed over and asked one of the people in the group, "What's going on here?"

Sister Zhao spotted me immediately. She was surrounded by fruit market vendors. As soon as I walked over, Old Sun pulled me aside and pointed to a notice on the entrance of the condiment market, saying, "They've issued a notice that the condiment market will be cleared out and renovated by the end of January."

Sister Zhao rushed up to me and shouted, "Xiao Liu, how did you find out this information? If a customer hadn't told me, we would all be in the dark. It seems that unmanned fruit supermarket isn't going to let us celebrate the New Year!" The people around her echoed her sentiments.

Old Wang limped through the crowd and said to me, "Fengzi, what do we do now?"

Sister Zhao raised her arm and shouted, "At this point, the government must give us an explanation. Let's go to the city government gate and stop cars. If we can stop the mayor, that's fine; if we can stop city officials, that's even better!" This time, the voices of support were a few octaves lower, but quite a few older people cheered.

It was agreed that my dad and I would take the lead in handling this matter, but now a notice has stirred up the fruit market merchants. The old emperor is still unaware, the crown prince is young and inexperienced, and his generals are about to lead a rebellion. Sister Zhao is determined to take the sit-in route.

Ma Chaoran swallowed the last bite of the pancake and shouted, "Everyone, please listen to me!"

Everyone was taken aback. Ma Chaoran said, "I'm a reporter!"

Sister Zhao said, "That's great! You can come with us to the municipal government. If we get arrested, you can take pictures of it all."

Ma Chaoran smiled and said, "It's not that serious yet, sister. How about this, I'll invite the government officials in charge of this matter to come and talk to you. If there's any misunderstanding, let's clear it up. If there isn't, you can also share your thoughts."

Sister Zhao looked her up and down and said, "You, a small-time reporter, can get a government official to come?"

Ma Chaoran said, "I have a way."

Old Wang leaned closer to me and whispered, "Is this reporter Ma some kind of second-generation rich kid? Which of our city's main leaders has the surname Ma?"

Ma Chaoran had already made the call. She briefly explained the situation and then said very seriously, "Yes, if not handled properly, it could trigger public opinion."

Old Wang scoffed, "Looks like I was overthinking it."

I stuffed the pancakes Ma Chaoran bought into his hand and said, "Eat your breakfast."

(End of this chapter)