&Down with the little Japanese!& &Firmly support President Lin!& &Not a cent less than a hundred billion dollars!& Those reporters who had just risked their lives to get into the inner venue suddenly started chanting slogans for some inexplicable reason. Once someone started, others quickly joined in, and in the blink of an eye, the place turned into a gathering for an anti-Japanese rally. The security personnel, responsible for maintaining order, were on high alert, linking arms to resist the crowd’s push. The entertainment reporters, seeing an opportunity, also exerted all their strength, shouting slogans as they tried to break through the human wall. The security guards, realizing they were outnumbered, hesitated to use force, fearing being labeled as traitors. To be honest, today’s scene left them quite frustrated. The Japanese had chosen this place for a ceremony to hand over a hundred billion dollars, which should have been a serious affair with strict security measures. However, these Japanese seemed to have lost their minds, doing everything in reverse, inviting all sorts of people to witness this so-called historic moment, and even flooding the place with media like flies. Most importantly, instead of preparing the cash, they focused on setting up the environment of the auditorium, turning the press conference into a bizarre spectacle. The audience seats were tightly packed, and a makeshift fighting ring was erected in the center, enclosed by thick ropes. What were they trying to achieve? Was this how they intended to repay their debt? Even Martians knew the Japanese were notorious for their cunning and perverse psychology, so nobody could guess their ultimate goal. Piling a hundred billion dollars in hundred-dollar bills would be an immense pile, rarely seen by anyone, and thus, its true nature was unknown to the world. When the news of this bizarre compensation case broke out, no one in their right mind would agree without a second thought, let alone sign a contract with Marumi under the watch of so many reporters. After the news broke, while the world sighed, they also admired the young president Lin Feng of Marumi, hailing him as a new model of commercial resistance against Japan. Who else in the world could earn foreign exchange this way?! Yet, amidst the admiration, people were worried that the Japanese might not keep their word, or that Lin Feng might be played for a fool. Today’s setup only heightened these concerns, making people fear this might just be a farce, a spectacle showcasing the Japanese’s inherent fickleness and penchant for trickery. However, there were also optimists who thought that, regardless of whether the money was received or not, President Lin had already become a national hero known for his defiance against Japan! As for the actual scenario of a hundred billion dollars, some curious individuals quickly educated the public on its scale: if all were hundred-dollar bills, stacked together, it would reach a height of 1100 kilometers, weighing a massive thirty tons. The news that the Japanese intended to deliver this amount in cash to Marumi Company on the due date caused quite a stir. Delivering it on-site? Thirty tons of dollars to be delivered on-site? The Japanese were clearly showing off, perhaps thinking that Chinese people had never seen American dollars. It’s just thirty tons of paper, come on! Were they underestimating Marumi’s workforce, thinking they couldn’t move such a sum? Ha, the Chinese are never short of manpower! If the Japanese dared to play dirty now, they would be crushed! This news stirred up a dark undercurrent among the fans of Marumi, known as the “Fantasy Enthusiasts.” They were mobilized by the leaders of the “Nine Gentlemen,” a famous gang in the game “Fantasy World.” With these nine at the helm, a transport team was quickly organized, divided into nine large units, totaling a thousand people. This team had a unified action plan: if their idol, President Lin, faced any trouble, they would immediately step in to assist, ensuring the Japanese wouldn’t look down on them. The leader, Qian Duoduo, was quite influential in the capital’s circles, and naturally, they had the means to get into the inner venue as witnesses. However, after being inside for a while, they saw no neatly stacked mountains of cash; instead, there were various prominent figures from different walks of life, and in the center, a stage elevated like a fighting ring. It looked more like a platform for a martial arts contest than for handling thirty tons of goods! Doubts filled their minds, the first thought being that the Japanese were indeed playing tricks, perhaps planning to renege on the payment. Especially when they saw their idol, Lin Feng, entering the venue with flair, immediately demanding his money without any unnecessary words, his heroic demeanor, and his resistance to the allure of the Japanese temptresses, they admired him even more. Seeing the despicable behavior of the Japanese, like Tōra Fujiko, who seemed ready to turn hostile when their tricks didn’t work, their admiration for their idol grew like the endless flow of the Yellow River or the relentless waves of the Yangtze. What?! There’s some green-headed idiot behind their idol with a nosebleed? Let him die! A spineless, gutless waste of space, better off dead than embarrassing! That green-headed idiot is indeed embarrassing, that’s true, despicable, strangle him! Qian Duoduo, Qian Duoduo! Qian Duoduo!!
Qian Duoduo, where are you looking with those eyes of yours? Why are you stuffing red cotton balls in your nostrils? What’s the purpose of those red cotton balls? Speak up! What? You have a cold and are worried about your snot bothering others? You’re fooling no one, you little rascal! Just a moment ago, weren’t you sneakily eyeing that blonde beauty with the short skirt and her long, white legs? Damn, you’re actually having a nosebleed too! Hell, what are you doing setting up a tent in broad daylight? Speak up! Don’t try to escape the scrutiny of the skirt-wearing silver citizens! Damn, you’re such a weak, spineless, and impatient waste! You’ve been seduced by those two big-breasted inflatable dolls as well! Hell, what’s with lifting that middle leg too? You, you, you, and you, you bunch of hypocrites, exposed by a single unexpected event, your scandal erupting into mutual mockery and blame, not worth mentioning further.
Meanwhile, as a large group of reporters, previously barred from entering, rushed in, Xing Shun, who was quietly explaining something to Lin Feng, furrowed his brows and signaled for someone to drive away the intruders. However, Lin Feng promptly intervened.
“Let them in!”
“With so many people and eyes around, maybe we shouldn’t—”
“Why not? There’s plenty of space over there, might as well use it. As you said, the more, the merrier, the greater the momentum, right? Besides, we’ve already got so many people here, a few more won’t make a difference! Haha!”
Xing Shun, not wanting to fall out with Lin Feng, reluctantly waved his hand. His subordinates immediately understood and hurried off to direct the security guards at the entrance, who were hesitating, to maintain order as people entered.
“President Lin invites all friends outside to come in! Please don’t panic! Line up properly, one by one, gather at the front!” Xing Shun’s subordinate cleverly did a favor for Lin Feng with these words. Upon hearing this, the security guards looked relieved, their faces lighting up with joy. Those who had been kept outside were deeply moved.
“Long live President Lin! Victory! Well done, President Lin! I love you, President Lin!” Cheers and shouts filled the air.
