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Zhong Kui's Diary
"The dealer of this Orange Phone has quite the background. Their connections are solid, and the Press is unlikely to report on this matter." A Refined Middle-Aged Man beside me shook his head and sighed, "It's all collusion, nothing more."
"How do you know they won't come?" I nodded towards the Freckled Woman, "Look, she's already making a call, and it seems she knows a few people in the Press."
"What good does knowing Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals do? At the very least, she should know someone like the president of the Press. Look at this Shop Owner, so confident; it's likely that the president is an old acquaintance of theirs, which is why they don't care at all."
As if to validate the Refined Middle-Aged Man's words, the Freckled Woman chatted away on the phone for a while. After some time, she hung up with a disappointed expression. Seeing everyone looking at her, she blushed and forced a laugh, "My acquaintance is on a business trip. I have something to attend to, so I’ll be leaving!"
With that, she covered her face and hurried away.
"Is there anyone else who wants to expose something? Go ahead!" the Middle-Aged Man sneered. "Or you can try calling the Consumer Association or the Quality Supervision Bureau. How about the Public Security Team? Just give it a shot; there must be some connections I haven't managed."
Hearing this middle-aged man act so smug made me a bit angry. I casually asked the Refined Middle-Aged Man, "Do you have a phone? Let me borrow it to make a call."
The Refined Middle-Aged Man glanced at me and handed over a battered phone with a smile, "Though it's been used to crack walnuts, it still works fine; the signal is definitely not an issue."
I took the phone with a smile and stepped forward, addressing the Middle-Aged Man, "Are you sure you want me to find media outlets to expose this?"
The Middle-Aged Man snorted coldly, "Welcome all reporters to investigate! You're welcome to join in too!"
Since you're so Unrefusable Hospitality, then I'll hit back hard. I dialed Lingfeng's number and directly said, "I want to find media to expose Orange Phone."
Lingfeng paused for a moment without asking for details and cheerfully replied, "What media do you need?"
"What media resources do you have?"
"Star City Business News and Star City Evening News are no problem at all; they've been trying to curry favor with me for ages but I've never given them a chance. Star City Daily is the party's mouthpiece, but that's not too big of an issue either. Oh, I can also get someone from Star City TV over. However, for Provincial TV, my dad has to step in for that. By the way, you could call Lou Wei; after all, he owes you countless favors that he can never repay in this lifetime," Lingfeng laughed.
"Having both Business News and Evening News is enough; not to mention there's also a daily newspaper and a TV station. Ha ha, let's skip Provincial TV." I chuckled as I hung up.
This wasn't just random talk; Business News and Evening News lean more towards entertainment news—focusing on scandals involving movie stars and singers or various sensational love affairs. People read these papers for Fun. But daily newspapers are different; they serve as the party's voice. Without connections, no amount of money can get you into Star City Daily; conversely, if something makes it into the daily paper, then there’s no issue at all.
The Middle-Aged Man looked at me with even more disdain, probably thinking that I was just trying to intimidate him with empty threats. I couldn't be bothered to respond and handed the phone back to the Refined Middle-Aged Man, smiling, "Just wait a bit; someone will arrive in no more than half an hour!"
Before long, the Middle-Aged Man's phone rang. After a few words on the call, his expression changed, and he hung up, looking at me with a mix of uncertainty and anger. Finally, he cleared his throat and asked, "What do you call yourself, brother?"
"Who are you calling brother?" Fatty's long-simmering anger finally erupted at this moment. "You're already halfway in the grave, yet you dare to call us young men your brothers? Are you wishing for our early demise?"
Referring to the Middle-Aged Man as being halfway in the grave meant he looked old and haggard. Fatty never held back when it came to people he disliked.
The Slim Young Man next to him was furious upon hearing this. "Fatty, say that again if you dare!"
"Tsk tsk, what a strange world we live in, where some people actively seek insults!" Fatty laughed heartily. "What kind of nonsense is this? But hey... life is full of encounters; let’s settle our grudges with a laugh. Damn, I mean let’s settle our grudges with a smile... Where was I? You two idiots want to die? Bring it on!"
Laughter erupted around us as people spontaneously gathered behind us, clearly showing their support.
The Slim Young Man was seething with rage and charged at Fatty with a straight punch that carried tremendous force. The wind from his punch whooshed through the air, causing onlookers to gasp and step back.
I wasn't worried at all; when an expert makes a move, you can tell right away if they have what it takes. Although the Slim Young Man was quick and his punch looked intimidating, I was certain he was no match for Fatty.
Sure enough, Fatty simply kicked the Slim Young Man down to the ground and pointed at him majestically. "Get up! Don’t let me bully you; I'll give you both hands!"
Seeing this, everyone realized that Fatty's Kung Fu far surpassed that of the Slim Young Man. They quickly closed in again, and some eager onlookers began to cheer:
"Get up! He’s letting you use both hands; you have to fight back, right?"
"For the honor of warriors, give it your all, young man!"
...
The Slim Young Man got back up and glanced at Fatty, hesitating about whether to try again. The middle-aged man behind him coughed lightly and whispered a few words. The Slim Young Man nodded and pulled out his phone to make a call.
The Refined Middle-Aged Man beside me said quietly, "They’re calling for backup. You two should leave quickly. This storefront is likely connected with the Mafia. Although your Kung Fu is impressive, you can’t take on so many people; two fists can't fight against four hands—ancient wisdom holds true."
I smiled and said, "It's nothing. I happen to know a couple of Mafias as well."
In Star City, the biggest Mafia boss is Tang the Elder. Due to the death of the Tang family's backer, Huang Lao, the Tang family faced the crisis of disbandment or being taken over. I introduced them to the Ling Family through Lou Wei, which allowed the Tang family to survive. Just from this point alone, Tang the Elder owes me a huge favor. If this guy wants to call himself a Mafia, I'm not afraid of him at all.
Soon, there was a commotion outside, with someone shouting, "You dare to cause trouble on my Fattyy's turf? Are you tired of living?"
Wow, the Mafia's response time is really fast.
The Refined Middle-Aged Man showed a bitter smile upon hearing this and whispered, "Be careful, I've heard of this Fattyy; he is the boss of Yuhua District."
With that, he took a step back, and everyone around also made way. Six or seven people strode in from outside, and the first one was a chubby man with a round face. Next to him was a red-haired youth—Ahao, whom we had seen yesterday.
"Fat Brother!" the Slim Young Man quickly walked up to Fattyy and pointed at me and Fatty, saying, "These two are causing trouble in our place!"
Fattyy snorted and raised his hand: "Give me..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Ahao quickly covered his mouth and shouted at me, "Ghost Brother!"
Fattyy was confused at first, but when he heard Ahao call out my name, he paused. Ahao whispered something in Fattyy's ear, and suddenly Fattyy's expression changed dramatically as he looked at Ahao with surprise. Ahao nodded affirmatively, then let go of Fattyy and walked straight up to us with a smile, saying, "Ghost Brother, what brings you here?"
"I came here to buy a phone; it had issues so I wanted to return it. And this boss is quite impressive; he welcomed me to cause some trouble!" I smiled and pointed at the Middle-Aged Man. "Unrefusable Hospitality! I had no choice but to give him a hard time."
"Ghost Brother!" Ahao said with a troubled expression. "Can you do me a favor... No, I have no face to ask for that. Can you give Brother Xian... give Boss Tang some face? After all, this Mobile Store is under our protection; it's not right for them to take money without providing service."
"Isn't your boss Zeng Xian in charge of Qinghe District? What does Yuhua District have to do with you?" Fatty frowned.
"Both Qinghe District and Yuhua District are Boss Tang's territory. Besides, I have a good relationship with Fattyy; we were just drinking next door at Hunan Restaurant. Otherwise, how could we have arrived so quickly? Since we've run into each other, it wouldn't be right not to step in," Ahao said with a bitter smile. "Otherwise, Ghost Brother, just beat me up; that way I can explain things to Fattyy and also give an explanation to Boss Ma from the Mobile Store."
Damn it! Star City is so big; why are there familiar faces everywhere? I didn't want to give Ahao any face since he was standing behind Tang Zian and Tang the Elder. It was really complicated.
I could only helplessly say, "Right now it's you guys who want to come up and hit me; how can I give you face? Am I supposed to just stand here and let you hit me?"
"Ha ha, Ghost Brother is laughing. Can't we all just not make a move? Anyway, I can't beat you," Ahao said with a smile.
"Alright, I'll give you face and won't use force," I replied, nodding towards Boss Ma. "The media reporters will be coming over soon, and this is something Boss Ma strongly requested. If that doesn't happen, the media must expose it... Hmm, you can't threaten the reporters I called!"
Ahao's face twisted in pain: "Then you might as well just hit me. We're collecting the Protection Fee, aren't we supposed to deal with these messy matters?"
Without a second thought, Fatty kicked Ahao aside and laughed, "If I'm going to hit you, then so be it! Alright, from now on, you're already seriously injured."
Ahao immediately clutched his stomach, looking pained as he staggered back and said to Fatty, "Not good, the enemy is too strong. We should go back and get reinforcements!"
How unprofessional! Fatty clearly kicked him in the buttocks, yet he was holding his stomach.
Fatty nodded knowingly and waved his hand to his subordinates. They immediately rushed forward and pretended to be 'seriously injured,' helping each other up. Fatty shouted at Boss of the Mobile Store, "Boss Ma, you saw it too; it's not that we didn't fight back, but the opponent is too strong. Hang in there for a bit; we're going back to get reinforcements!"
With that, everyone rushed out. As Ahao reached the door, he turned back and shouted through gritted teeth, "Hey, you two better not run away!"
So unprofessional! I shook my head and sighed at Ahao and the others' acting skills.
Before Boss Ma of the Mobile Store could react, Fatty and the others had disappeared outside. At that moment, there was a commotion outside; the reporters had arrived.
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