Upon hearing Qiao Meng's words, Chen Yu was dumbfounded. Could this really be done?
No matter what heinous things Sun Dabiao did, it's enough to just blame it on foreign forces.
"Hehe~ I've really seen the professionalism of some people today," Lin Lele said sarcastically.
Faced with Lin Lele's mockery and Chen Yu's strange gaze, Qiao Meng blushed slightly and explained, "This is a last resort. In short, we'll say whatever the masses believe. We're doing this for their own good, aren't we? Besides, we don't have any evidence to rule out whether Sun Dabiao is a foreign force or not. Strictly speaking, this isn't exactly deception."
"Tsk tsk tsk~" Lin Lele said with amusement. She wanted to continue mocking, but Chen Yu immediately stopped her with a look.
Then, Chen Yu waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about her, you continue."
He didn't care whether Sun Dabiao's actions were related to foreign forces or not, as long as he could achieve his goals.
With Chen Yu's approval, Qiao Meng nodded, then picked up the megaphone and continued shouting, "Dear residents..."
Qiao Meng's voice echoed over the town, clear and firm, serious yet gentle, as if a savior had descended.
However, despite her seemingly flawless explanation to Chen Yu, she still failed to stir the emotions of the residents, and the town's central square remained deserted except for Chen Yu and his two companions.
However, Chen Yu was not disappointed by this, as it was within his expectations.
The residents of this small town had already developed a great wariness of the unknown due to the chaos caused by Sun Dabiao and his gang, making it difficult for them to trust people again.
In addition, the previous version of his speech claimed that they were a "public welfare team," so why did you change your tune at the last minute? People aren't stupid; they'd be a fool to believe you.
However, just as Chen Yu decided to end this farce and quickly move to another location, a figure suddenly appeared at a street corner in the distance of the square.
Upon hearing this, Chen Yu shuddered, sat up straight, and immediately took out a pair of binoculars to look in that direction.
They saw an old man wrapped in a tattered quilt, his face weathered and worn, cautiously peering at them from around the corner of the street.
Judging from his repeated lifting and retraction of his front foot, he was clearly very hesitant and unable to make up his mind.
"Xiao Qiao, stop for a moment." Chen Yu stopped Qiao Meng from shouting. "You see that fellow villager over there? He's at a crossroads in his life and feels very lost. We need to give him some encouragement."
As Chen Yu spoke, he pointed out the old man's location to Qiao Meng.
Qiao Meng stopped her speech and immediately looked in the direction Chen Yu was pointing, where she saw the hesitant old man.
She immediately understood Chen Yu's intention and nodded.
Then, he adjusted the direction of the megaphone and shouted to the old man, "Sir, don't be afraid. We are a legitimate 'Cold Relief Militia Group.' The bandits have been wiped out by us, and you are safe now! We understand that the pain of the past makes it difficult for you to trust anyone easily, but please trust the organization and trust the country!"
"As long as you join us and contribute to the 'cold relief and disaster relief,' I guarantee you'll have enough to eat every day! When the natural disaster ends, the organization won't forget you, the country won't forget you, and the masses will be grateful to you!" Qiao Meng's tone was very sincere and full of temptation.
Upon hearing Qiao Meng's words, a glimmer of light flashed in the old man's eyes, as if something had touched the softest part of his heart.
He slowly walked out from the street corner, his steps unsteady, but his eyes revealed an unprecedented determination.
Qiao Meng's words seemed to give him strength, making him decide to put aside his doubts and bravely take this step.
"Uncle, come quickly! Our militia needs you to join us," Qiao Meng continued, her voice full of warmth and encouragement.
At this opportune moment, Chen Yu took out three boxes of instant noodles and placed them in a conspicuous position on the roof of the car.
Seeing this, the old man's eyes lit up, and he finally made up his mind to slowly walk towards the center of the square.
Although his face, which was faintly visible, bore the marks of time and the vicissitudes of life, the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
His pace quickened, as if each step spoke of his hopes and expectations for the future.
Despite being tripped up by the snow time and time again, he stubbornly got up again and again, like an invincible warrior.
After overcoming numerous obstacles, the old man finally reached the center of the square. He was panting heavily, his eyes scanning back and forth between Chen Yu and the other two.
"You...are you really here to help us?" The old man's voice trembled slightly, but was full of expectation. He clutched the tattered quilt tightly in his hands, as if afraid it would be snatched away.
Chen Yu casually took out a bucket of instant noodles he had prepared in advance from the car, walked up to the old man with a smile, and handed it to him, saying, "Hehe, of course it's true. As long as you can help us complete some simple tasks, we won't treat you unfairly."
Feeling the hot steam rushing towards him, the old man's eyes welled up with tears. He took the bucket of instant noodles with trembling hands, the steam warming his cold fingers.
He lowered his head and took a sniff; the familiar and alluring aroma instantly enveloped him, making him involuntarily swallow hard.
"Eat up, warm yourself up first." Chen Yu's voice was gentle yet firm, his eyes filled with care and encouragement.
The old man nodded gratefully, then lifted the lid of the instant noodles, scooped out a handful of noodles with his fork, and stuffed them into his mouth.
Feeling the warmth in his mouth and the satisfying stimulation of his taste buds, the old man's eyes welled up with tears again.
Since the natural disaster, he hasn't had a proper hot meal for days. Normally, even a sip of plain white rice porridge is a luxury for him, let alone instant noodles, which are more stimulating to the taste buds.
He chewed the food thoroughly with a look of enjoyment.
However, when he was about to scoop out the second spoonful of instant noodles from the bowl, he was dumbfounded. The noodles, along with the soup, had frozen into hard ice cubes.
Upon seeing this, the old man's face immediately showed a pained expression. He had been careless!
Seeing that the old man was about to put a piece of iced instant noodles into his mouth, Lin Lele reacted quickly and rushed over to knock him to the ground.
"Are you crazy? It's frozen solid and you're still eating it? Be careful you don't get diarrhea!" Lin Lele said anxiously, snatching the bowl of instant noodles from the old man's hand and throwing it onto the snow.
This scene made the old man feel a pang of heartache.
He quickly picked up the instant noodles that had fallen on the snow and held them in his arms as if they were precious treasures.
Seeing that Lin Lele was about to snatch it again, he quickly explained, "I... I'll heat it up later, it'll still be edible."
Lin Lele was speechless. Seeing the old man's pitiful appearance, she didn't want to continue. If someone who didn't know better saw this, they might think she was bullying an old man.
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