In front of the urban management officers, he took out his phone, searched for a number, and quickly dialed a number.
"Hey, is this 'Know-It-All' Brother Liu? This is Zhou Yang. I have a job for you, want it or not?"
Zhou Yang said casually, "I'll give you 500,000 yuan as start-up capital. Go and report every single one of those shady stinky tofu vendors in Jindu that use industrial dyes or other illegal additives!"
"For every successful report that leads to the closure of a company, with solid evidence, I will give you an extra 10,000 yuan reward. There is no upper limit; the more you do, the more you earn!"
Upon hearing this, the "know-it-all" on the other end of the phone trembled with excitement: "Brother Yang is so generous! I'll take this job! You can handle it!"
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yang smiled slightly at the still somewhat stunned urban management officers: "Thank you for your hard work, comrades."
"Rest assured, I, Zhou Yang, will absolutely abide by the law in my business dealings. As for those illegal merchants, I hope they will receive the punishment they deserve."
The urban management officers exchanged bewildered glances, thinking to themselves: This guy's got some nerve! He's about to throw the table!
Sure enough, that freelance media person named "Jianghu Baixiaosheng" was incredibly efficient and skilled at communication, truly living up to his money.
He not only collected evidence and filed a formal complaint with the relevant authorities, but also exposed the allegations on his social media accounts.
With accompanying pictures, text, and video evidence, the article caused a huge stir on the local internet in Jindu.
Those unscrupulous stinky tofu vendors who were named will face penalties ranging from fines and business suspensions to license revocations, and the responsible persons may also face legal sanctions.
Now, those unscrupulous merchants who were originally watching Zhou Yang make a fool of himself from behind the scenes, and even participated in reporting him, were completely panicked.
Two days later, several stall owners came to Zhou Yang's stall with long faces and knelt down with a thud.
"Brother Yang! Master Yang! We were wrong! We really didn't report you! Please, have mercy and give us a way out!"
"Yeah, Yang, we have elderly parents to support and young children to raise. If this business is gone, our whole family will starve!"
Zhou Yang looked at the group of people expressionlessly: "When an avalanche occurs, no snowflake is innocent."
"When you all ganged up on me yesterday, did you never think you'd end up like this?"
“You all know who started this. Hand him over, or you will all share the consequences.”
These words undoubtedly added fuel to the fire within this group of unscrupulous merchants who were already suspicious of each other.
Anger, panic, and despair spread among them.
Soon, the shifty-eyed guy who had secretly called to report Zhou Yang was exposed by his angry colleagues.
It is said that on that day, screams like those of a pig being slaughtered could be heard from a corner of the farmers' market.
In the end, the unlucky guy was beaten black and blue.
The farce of "dogs fighting, leaving a mess" has come to an end.
Zhou Yang's "secret recipe stinky tofu" has become even more famous, and diners have come to recognize his reputation as a top brand.
Zhou Yang sets up his stall every day, counting the system rewards, and lives a very happy life.
That day, he had just finished closing up shop and returned home when his housekeeper, Lao Song, sent him a message.
[Old Song: Sir, the Starlight Charity Foundation, the largest charity in Jindu, has sent you an invitation to their annual charity gala dinner, to be held at the Jindu International Hotel in a week. We cordially invite you to attend.]
Zhou Yang looked at the message and stroked his chin.
Having transmigrated here and acquired such an incredible system, I easily earned more money than an ordinary person could earn in several lifetimes.
With luxury cars and mansions under his name and assets exceeding 100 million yuan, he should indeed make some contribution to society.
[Zhou Yang: Uncle Song, please reply to them for me. I will attend on time.]
Doing some charity work and accumulating good karma is a good thing.
Just as Zhou Yang was pondering the charity gala, his phone rang. It was Deng Yingying calling.
"Zhou Yang, are you and Xu Yao free tonight? I'd like to invite you to dinner so I can thank you properly in person."
Deng Yingying's voice carried a hint of expectation and caution.
Zhou Yang remembered that he had promised Deng Yingying that he would help her borrow money, so he readily agreed.
“Sure, Deng, the most beautiful girl in the department, is treating. You have to be available. You choose the place, and I'll bring Xu Yao along.”
That evening, Zhou Yang took out a blank check that he had prepared beforehand from the safe, filled in the amount of ten million, and signed his name.
Then, Zhou Yang drove his Cullinan, carrying Xu Yao who had dressed up carefully, to a high-end Chinese restaurant that Deng Yingying had booked.
Inside the private room, Deng Yingying had clearly dressed up specially, with a touch of makeup, making her look even more beautiful and charming.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the dishes were served one after another.
After a few rounds of drinks, Zhou Yang took out the check from his pocket and gently pushed it in front of Deng Yingying.
"Yingying, here's the ten million you asked for. The password is six zeros."
Zhou Yang spoke in a flat tone, as if he were simply handing over an insignificant piece of paper.
"Consider it a loan from me. You can pay me back whenever you have the money. There's no rush."
Deng Yingying looked at the check on the table, which seemed light yet weighed heavily, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.
He actually took out ten million so casually, and even said it was a "loan"!
She raised her watery eyes and looked at Zhou Yang with gratitude, her voice choked with emotion.
“Zhou Yang, I…I really don’t know what to say…this kindness…”
Zhou Yang waved his hand: "We're just classmates, it's nothing."
Deng Yingying's heart pounded, and an indescribable warm current flowed through her body.
He not only saved her life but also helped her solve such a big problem. Now he is so considerate in saying "borrow," clearly because he doesn't want her to have too much of a psychological burden.
This man's feelings for her must be more than just ordinary friendship, right?
Could it be... that he still has feelings for me?
Now that he has achieved success and fame, that's why...
Zhou Yang looked at Deng Yingying's tearful face, but his heart remained completely unmoved.
Helping her was merely a way to settle the unrequited love the original owner of the body had during her university days.
Perhaps the original owner sensed that Deng Yingying was happy now, so he wouldn't be affected by the bitterness of unrequited love anymore, thus putting his mind at ease.
As for Deng Yingying, her mind was churning with countless thoughts.
She glanced at Xu Yao. She was pretty, and looked youthful and charming, but she wondered how long she had been with Zhou Yang. Zhou Yang must be tired of her now, right?
She was Zhou Yang's unattainable white moonlight!
If Zhou Yang wants to be with her...
Deng Yingying suddenly lowered her head, a hint of ambition flashing in her eyes.
Zhou Yang had no idea about her thoughts, nor did he care to know.
The meal proceeded relatively peacefully, but Xu Yao noticed that Deng Yingying's brows occasionally betrayed a strange affection for Zhou Yang.
Seeing that Zhou Yang remained polite and distant, he kept quiet about it, but secretly became more cautious.
After the dinner ended, Zhou Yang excused himself to go to the restroom, but actually wanted to get some fresh air.
As soon as I came out of the restroom, I saw Deng Yingying waiting prettily at the door. The dim light outlined her exquisite curves, and her face carried a hint of deliberate shyness.
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