Although both the University of Columbia and Presbyterian Hospital issued announcements terminating William Hank's employment contract.
They wanted to stop the students' march.
But two people disagreed.
One is Lin Chen, and the other is Trump.
Lin Chen: If you guys stop me, what's the point of me making such a big fuss?
Trump: You've stopped me from doing this. How am I supposed to expand my influence then?
After all, America is Trump's territory. While Lin Chen was still trying to figure out how to get the police to stop interfering with the student protests,
The guy who organized the march in the "World People's Great Unity" group sent out a message.
"Mr. Lin, someone just contacted me and said that the matter with the police station has been settled, and all the procedures for the march are legal. They told us to go ahead and do it without worry."
"Holy crap, is this a scam? Who's that awesome? Do guys in America not have to pay taxes for bragging?"
"The other person said his name was Trump."
"Ahem, sorry, I was a little too loud just now. Since this friend has spoken, then there's definitely no problem."
Lin Chen never expected that this matter would alarm this big shot.
However, now that this big shot has gotten involved, he'll definitely make this a bigger deal, otherwise his gains wouldn't be commensurate with his status.
Tsk tsk tsk, thinking about it this way, Dr. William is quite pitiful. He probably wouldn't be able to make a living in the US.
As expected, the student march at Columbia University was not hindered in any way, and even the university did not intervene.
It seems that Trump had already given a warning.
Even as the student march left Columbia University and took to the streets of New York, many passersby joined the march, making it even larger.
"Oppose racial discrimination, give me fairness and justice!"
"Down with racists like William Hank!"
"Severely punish William Hank!"
William Hank, who was having breakfast in the detention center, stared in disbelief at the parade on the cafeteria TV, and the bread he had just bitten into fell out of his mouth.
I've only been locked up here for a day, haven't I?
What happened? The sky outside has collapsed?
Just then, the police officer on guard shouted, "William Hank, pick up the bread that fell on the ground. Can't a grown man like you eat properly?"
His shout was like a taunt, drawing everyone's attention in the entire cafeteria to William Hank.
"So this guy is William Hank."
"How dare someone so ugly be racist?"
"This is really disgusting, guys, let's ambush him in a bit."
William Hank felt a tightness in his anus, a bad premonition.
The students outside were still marching, while Lin Chen had hired a group of people to distribute bottled water to the marching students and the police who were maintaining order.
The packaging of this mineral water has been covered with a sticker bearing the Heytea logo.
There's also a line that reads: "Heytea, let's fight against racial discrimination together."
Goodness, he's really mastered product placement. He created a parade just to insert the ad into the event, even though there wasn't one.
He found a custom sticker shop overnight and spent a lot of money to have them made for him.
These police officers had already been instructed by their superiors, so they were only responsible for maintaining order and did not obstruct the students and protesters.
Moreover, many of them have actually experienced racial discrimination to varying degrees.
Ultimately, Trump personally arrived at the scene, calmed the marchers, and stated that he would do everything in his power to change things.
Accompanying him were a large number of media outlets, who snapped photos of the scene with their cameras and microphones.
Actually, Lin Chen didn't know if Trump would come, but since Trump did, the stickers he had paid for were worth the money in one go.
He even saw some media outlets, unable to squeeze into the front row to take photos, take a picture of a mineral water bottle on the ground that read "Heytea, let's resist racial discrimination together."
Finally, Trump waved to the people around him, and whether Lin Chen saw it wrong or not, Trump even winked at him.
The matter was thus concluded. Although William Hank was in detention, he was still charged with racial discrimination by the prosecutor.
Furthermore, this trial will be broadcast live on television in its entirety, in order to provide the public with an explanation.
Faced with numerous accusations and various pieces of evidence, William Hank pleaded guilty in court, but he had one request: could his safety in prison be guaranteed?
In response, the court stated that ensuring the safety of citizens is a duty of prisons.
But what does this have to do with my court? Go talk to the prison yourself.
William Hank: ...
During this time, Fatty had already rented a shop and started renovations.
It's fair to say that thanks to Lin Chen's actions, Heytea has become a hit even before its official launch.
A week had passed, and Lin Chen was preparing to return to China.
"Miss, I'll head back now. I'll come see you again next time."
"Oh? You're going back already?"
"Okay, if you get bullied at school in the future, just tell me and I'll help you take care of it."
"whee."
"Fatty and Senior Yan are still here. You can ask them for help if you need anything."
"Brother Chen, don't worry, we'll invite Miss to dinner often."
"Okay, I'm off then."
After another ten-plus hours on the plane, Lin Chen returned to Shanghai.
Every time I go to Meidi, I feel completely drained when I come back.
After returning to 1901, Lin Chen went straight to sleep and slept until An Rou came home from get off work in the evening.
"Oh, you're back. Why didn't you call me to pick you up?"
“Vice President An, you make millions every minute. It would be a huge loss for me to have you pick me up.”
"Heh, as expected of a capitalist."
"By the way, have you eaten? I'm starving."
"Not yet, I'm just about to order takeout."
"Let's go, let's go out for hot pot. Mei Di's place is a real food wasteland. I'm so craving hot pot."
The two went downstairs to Haidilao.
The moment Lin Chen took his first bite of the fatty beef, he felt as if he had come back to life.
"Ah, this is life! I don't know what the American people find meaning in living."
An Rou laughed and said, "Then why don't you go open a hot pot restaurant for Mei Di and save them?"
"No, no, I've discovered that the people over there don't eat many things. They even chop off and throw away perfectly good chicken feet, not to mention tripe, duck blood, duck intestines, and the like. They don't understand these things at all, so I can only send Heytea to save their taste buds first."
"Tch, you're just after Chen Yue, aren't you?" An Rou muttered under her breath.
What did you say?
"It's nothing, would you like to order another serving of beef slices?"
"Yes, yes, yes, I want to eat until I'm stuffed tonight."
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