America's Greatest Villain: I Defeat Magic with Magic

Chen Yuan's words immediately gave Emily an opportunity to retaliate, and she immediately spoke up to criticize:

"That's right! You've only brought trouble to the community. Do you know how many guests were forced to leave hungry just now because they didn't want their privacy to be exposed by you? They could have gotten their food if they had just waited a little longer!"

Emily, a native white girl, immediately resonated with many people around her with her words.

After all, most of those still queuing up at this moment are Rongdingge's regular customers.

People queued for so long just to eat a few bites of fried chicken and squid, only to be photographed indiscriminately by a group of liberal environmentalists, so naturally they didn't have a good time.

Olivia glanced at Emily, who was still in a daze, and said with her usual compassionate expression:

"I understand that you are in an employment relationship and will instinctively defend your boss. But you should understand that the fried food you sell harms the environment and human health."

Perhaps because the boss was right there, Emily was full of confidence and retorted without any hesitation:

"I'm protecting the people queuing to buy food, not your cameras! And nobody wants to go hungry to protect the Earth's environment!"

"That's right, we want food!"

"If you're not buying fried chicken and squid, get out of the way! I've been waiting for 30 minutes, I'm starving!"

A group of black men and Mexicans also started making a fuss, and the one who hurled the most insults was actually an old acquaintance of Rongding Pavilion, the "Zero Dollar Purchase Master" Jamal!

After Jamal secretly drove away Rongdingge's refrigerated truck that day, he originally thought he had made a fortune.

As soon as he returned to the base, he was immediately called by his older brother who berated him, telling him to hide the things in the car and not to show his face for the next few days.

Jamal finally realized that the owner of Rongding Pavilion Restaurant was a big shot he couldn't afford to offend.

Fortunately, Mr. Chen didn't hold a grudge against such a small fry as him afterward. After returning the refrigerated truck, he continued to stroll around the neighborhood with an air of nonchalance.

Even if you can't buy it for free, you can always buy it with money, right?

After all, the newly released Typhoon Shelter Fried Chicken Leg and Grilled Squid are just right for his taste.

When Jamal saw a group of random environmentalists causing trouble, he was naturally the first to stand up and support them.

"Hey, what are you guys doing here?"

"Saving the world, huh? Did you even think before choosing this location?"

Do you know how many people on this street rely on this restaurant for their meals every day?

"After you take photos and shout slogans, go home and eat salad and sleep in a big bed at night."

"And us? We have to come back here to line up for fried chicken tomorrow morning!"

He spat, his tone full of sarcasm:

"A group of people running up to someone else's livelihood to perform a righteous act, do they really think they're so noble?"

"This isn't a stage for your show, understand?"

Although Jamal's insults were harsh, environmentalists remained unmoved. After all, in the eyes of these liberals, his skin color was inherently politically correct, even above the cause of environmental protection; there was no need to clash with him.

On the other side, Ding Pangzi, who was live-streaming, also noticed the change in the wind. He hid in a corner and whispered:

"Brothers, I think the restaurant owner and that black guy have a point. Why don't these environmentalists go to a high-end seafood restaurant, but instead come all the way to the South District to block a cheap snack shop?"

"Do you think they're genuinely environmentally conscious, or are they just using poor people for a publicity stunt?"

At this point, the comments section was no longer overwhelmingly critical of Rongdingge Restaurant.

"Something seems a bit strange."

"These bullying, cowardly leftists are disgusting! Why don't they go after the rich?"

"Targeting only cheap Chinese stores? That's blatant racism!"

Seeing the different voices emerging from the crowd, Chen Yuan smiled slightly and said:

"Of course, we have no right to stop you from continuing to film here. However, I must remind you that since just now, your cameras have captured the faces of quite a few customers, including some African American minors."

Then, he pointed to Martin, who was not far away:

"If someone complains about your persistent harassing filming outside of commercial premises, I will have my lawyers follow the proper procedures."

Martin stepped forward with perfect cooperation, straightened his flamboyant tie, and sneered with a professional lawyer's expression:

"Listen, my client doesn't object to your legitimate demands for environmental protection. But continuing to obstruct business operations, taking unauthorized photos of customers' faces, and targeting minority businesses with targeted blockades..."

"I think both your university's board of trustees and the Los Angeles equal rights court would be very happy to hear your explanation of the racial bias involved."

Perhaps surprised that the restaurant had hired a professional lawyer, Olivia's expression finally changed slightly. She realized that if things continued this way, she would fall directly from the moral high ground of environmentalism into the quagmire of racial discrimination and privacy violations.

In the United States, once someone is labeled as "discriminating against minorities" due to political incorrectness, even if the person on the other end is an Asian, who has the least voice, it is enough to ruin her carefully cultivated political resume.

She gave Chen Yuan a deep look, a hint of apprehension appearing in her previously calm eyes:

"It's quite surprising. I heard that this restaurant recently got a very young owner, but I didn't expect you to be so eloquent."

At this point, she regained her haughty expression:

"However, public issues won't disappear just because of your few nice words, Mr. Chen. We'll meet again."

Without further ado, she called to her companions and turned to leave.

Because she knew very well that after Chen Yuan successfully shifted the topic to "racial prejudice against ethnic minorities," the direction of public opinion began to change.

Staying will only garner more sympathy and popularity for the restaurant online.

However, before she could take a few steps, Chen Yuan's voice came from behind her again:

"I'm also looking forward to our next meeting, hopefully on the USC campus, Ms. Green."

Olivia's back visibly paused for a moment, though she quickly recovered, her mind filled with doubt.

It's not surprising that the young Asian business owner recognized her, after all, Olivia had previously launched similar environmental rights campaigns that garnered considerable attention in the local business community.

However, Chen Yuan said he looked forward to their next meeting, which would be on the USC campus.

Could it be that he is also a USC student?

When did USC produce such a person? How come I've never heard of him before?

Moreover, the moment the other party opens their mouth, she can quickly disrupt the rhythm of her most proficient conversation. This ability to "rewrite the narrative framework on the spot" is something that an ordinary business or science student would never possess.

Only then did Olivia realize that she had underestimated her opponent.

I originally thought this small Chinese restaurant in South Los Angeles would provide perfect negative material for my campus issues.

Turning "food exploitation in low-income communities" and "excessive carbon emissions from minority businesses" into highly discussed public issues would be the perfect resume for her political career after graduation.

Unexpectedly, this on-site protest not only failed to shut down the restaurant, but also increased its popularity.

At that moment, a boy following Olivia suddenly said:

"Should we contact the media? If they're willing to follow up, the owner of this store won't be able to act so arrogantly for long."

However, Olivia shook her head:

"Now is not the time for the media to get involved. Getting the cameras in too early will only turn things into an emotional confrontation."

"Our goal is not just to close this restaurant; it's well-suited to be included in a complete public narrative."

"Community health, consumer inducement, low-income dietary environment, open-air cooking fumes disturbing residents... As long as these issues are sorted out, someone will naturally open the first door for us."

She smiled gently as she said this.

"Let the community and regulatory authorities cause them trouble first. We just need to stand in the right place and record this."