Electronic Nezha

Chapter 97 Love Rival
Upon hearing Li Ping say this, Sister Zhao muttered under her breath, "Don't not use it, how can the plot continue if we don't use it?"

Chen Feng said, "Miss Li, please don't worry. I need fruit, and it just so happens that you sell fruit..."

Li Ping said, "Let's move it back." Her tone was firm.

Chen Feng immediately deflated like a wilted eggplant. The four workers were still working tirelessly. Chen Feng waved his hand and said, "Move them all back."

A worker carrying boxes had already walked halfway when he heard this and responded. He put the boxes on the truck first, then picked them up again and carried them towards Li Ping's house.

Sister Zhao came up to Chen Feng and said, "You showed up too early, you know? If you had waited until everything was moved away before you showed up, where would she have gotten the things back?"

Chen Feng stammered, "I just wanted to show off."

"You have no common sense," Sister Zhao criticized him. "In TV dramas, there are at least a dozen ways to take a child away from their mother, but you can't even handle a box of fruit."

Li Ping quickly moved all the fruit back to its original place.

The person in charge asked Chen Feng, "Mr. Chen, are you still moving the fruit from this store?"

Old Wang and I looked at each other in bewilderment.

Chen Feng said, "Brother Feng, let me take your fruit. Don't embarrass your brother too much."

At this moment, Li Ping waved to me, and when I walked over, she said, "Old Liu, I've always considered you my own brother."

I immediately sensed something was wrong. If a beautiful woman doesn't act coquettishly or play the family card with you, it's either because she doesn't find you attractive, or she genuinely thinks you're a reliable person—the kind who would let you take her home even when she's had too much to drink.

The reliable Liu Chuanfeng sighed and said to the person in charge, "Move it!"

We all understand the principle: "He who eats another's food is bound to him, and he who takes another's money is bound to him." If you let Chen Feng transport all your goods, then you've accepted a bribe from him, and in the power struggle between him and Li Ping, you'll have to take sides.

Actually, Chen Feng's scheme was quite elaborate. He knew that directly approaching Li Ping to clear out her stock would arouse her suspicion, so he used me and Lao Wang as bait first, letting Li Ping see that there were genuine people who desperately needed fruit and weren't scammers. Chen Feng was like throwing pie in the sky; the person he wanted to feed wouldn't open their mouth, so he fed a random passerby next to his target a piece of cake first...

Unfortunately, he underestimated Li Ping's determination, thinking that she would give up halfway through moving the goods. Who knew that Li Ping didn't like to eat pies, or rather, she didn't want to eat pies of dubious origin.

The workers started restoring my house to its original state. Old Wang and I were almost in tears. I returned the 48,000 yuan in my pocket to the person in charge. There's a saying that goes, "The money hasn't even warmed up yet, but mine has." What's the use?
"This is such a hassle," Old Wang couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to help the workers move the boxes. He was firmly stopped by a worker: "Brother, don't move. We're paid by piecework." No wonder he heard Chen Feng say that after moving the boxes back, he let them rest on the truck for a moment, otherwise it would be difficult to calculate the payment…

Under the workers' high enthusiasm, my room quickly went from "washing its hands of the business" to "returning to the world". In novels, washing one's hands of the business never succeeds. Why don't those people who wash their hands of the business just rinse their hands under the tap and make up their minds? Are they afraid of being misunderstood as urinating on their hands?

Chen Feng said helplessly, "Brother Feng, why are you doing this to yourself?"

I gritted my teeth and said, "I'm not the kind of person who likes to smile at people for money."

"How much are the jelly oranges?" a customer asked.

I immediately put on a big smile and asked, "Are you buying by weight or by the case?"

Chen Feng sighed and looked at Sister Zhao again. Sister Zhao said, "I can't give you any advice. I'm a good audience member. I don't pick and choose. I love watching even the stupidest plots. But I can't be a director." At this moment, a short, stocky man with a puffed-out chest and a protruding belly appeared. It was Zhang Biao. He was holding a cup of milk tea that he had somehow managed to get from some stall. He noticed the unusually lively scene at Li Ping's door and immediately took notice.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Zhang Biao asked, coming closer.

The workers ignored him, and the supervisor, seeing that he was wearing a security guard uniform, simply said, "Move the fruit."

The workers were carrying boxes into my room, and Zhang Biao naturally wanted to make things difficult for them: "Hurry up, the road is blocked. You have five minutes. If you can't finish, drive the truck out first, and the people carry the boxes into the market!"

After showing off his power, Zhang Biao grinned at Li Ping and said, "Ping'er, I heard a southerner has been bothering you. Do you need me to take care of him?"

Old Wang and I both looked at Sister Zhao, who shrugged and said, "It wasn't me who said it." Indeed, the grand occasion of Chen Feng delivering flowers yesterday almost caused the fruit market to be deserted, and Sister Zhao wouldn't bother spreading such cheap and true news.

Li Ping's face turned even uglier.

Hearing Zhang Biao's friendly greeting and the mention of "Southerner," Chen Feng couldn't help but ask, "Who is this?"

Sister Zhao, cracking sunflower seeds, said, "Your competitor." A precise summary.

Chen Feng's expression also turned ugly, and he raised his voice, saying, "Do something useful, what are you talking about!"

"Hey?" Zhang Biao glared and said, "And who are you? Are you new here? I've never seen you before." Chen Feng was wearing a military overcoat and white gloves, and he did look like a new stall owner.

"That's because you're not qualified to see me!"

Zhang Biao splashed the milk tea in his hand at Chen Feng: "Is this enough? Is it enough? Is it enough?" He splashed it three times.

The first splash of milk tea was almost entirely spilled onto Chen Feng's military overcoat. The next two splashes, driven by excitement and trembling hands, were thrown upwards, with some of the tea landing on Chen Feng's head and face.

Old Wang got excited and tried to use his eyes to search around and teach Chen Feng how to make a weapon out of a mop and a durian. However, those who have experienced such things never forget them, and those who haven't experienced them can't be taught. So, experience is really important.

Chen Feng's face showed a mixture of surprise, bitter smile, and anger, vividly portraying the inner turmoil and emotional shifts of a billionaire CEO who was humiliated by a security guard while pursuing a female fruit market vendor.

Chen Feng took off his military overcoat and put it aside, then pointed at Zhang Biao and said, "Tell me your name."

"I will never change my name or surname—wait, let me ask you first, who are you?"

A person's temperament can change depending on their clothing. As soon as the military overcoat was taken off, revealing the well-designed and high-quality outer jacket underneath, Zhang Biao immediately realized that this person was no ordinary person.

This time, Zhao Jie didn't even need to say anything; a boss who was watching the commotion told Zhang Biao, "This is what 'Southerners' are like."

Zhang Biao's face visibly trembled, and he pointed at Chen Feng, saying, "I have other things to do today, so I won't bother with you. Just don't let me see you again—" His actions were so different from Lu Da's, who could turn and walk away immediately. Zhang Biao, on the other hand, simply turned and ran.

(End of this chapter)