Upon hearing this, Zhou Yang was stunned, then burst into laughter in exasperation.
"Am I engaging in false advertising? Price gouging?"
"My friend, are you kidding me?"
Just as Zhou Yang finished speaking, Liu Peng walked out from among the reporters with a mocking smile on his face.
"funny?"
"Mr. Zhou, as far as I know, your instant noodles are not cheap!"
As he spoke, he pointed to the eye-catching price tag on Zhou Yang's stall and embellished the story.
"Eighty-one bowls! Are you treating consumers like suckers? Where's your conscience? Doesn't it hurt?"
Upon hearing this, the reporters all instructed their cameramen to point their lenses at the price signs on Zhou Yang's noodle stall.
They all chimed in with their own opinions.
"That's right! This is it! Everyone, look at this price, it's outrageous!"
"He's selling a bowl of instant noodles for 80 yuan! Why doesn't he just rob people? This is outrageous!"
Seeing these reporters verbally attacking Zhou Yang, Liu Peng sneered inwardly.
Hmph, Pan Jianye, didn't you want to protect him?
Today I'm going to ruin your reputations!
I don't believe that with so many reporters watching, you can make any waves!
Zhou Yang looked at the group of indignant reporters in front of him.
And there's Liu Peng next to him, gloating.
Instead of feeling flustered, I even felt like laughing.
These people were probably tricked by Liu Peng. If they didn't have the strength, he might have been afraid.
But unfortunately, he does possess the necessary skills.
He cleared his throat and then spoke slowly and deliberately.
"Everyone, everyone, please be quiet and listen to what I have to say."
"My instant noodles are clearly priced, honest and fair, and open to both buyers and sellers."
"The customers haven't said anything, so why are you meddling in this... Mr. Liu?"
Upon hearing Zhou Yang's words, Liu Peng's expression immediately turned even more unpleasant.
He snorted coldly, his tone full of sarcasm.
"What? You can't sell them, so you're starting to make excuses? Let me tell you, if ten people come to buy your instant noodles today, I'll admit that what you're saying is true!"
Liu Peng knew perfectly well what was going on; he had seen it all clearly yesterday.
Aside from Pan Jianye and his son, no one else has been seen patronizing Zhou Yang's stall.
He was certain that Zhou Yang's business couldn't be doing well, with ten people.
Hmph, we'd be lucky to get even one!
"That's right! We all support Mr. Liu's statement!"
"Yes! If that many people really buy it, we'll leave without saying a word!"
"Exactly! Stop trying to fool us!"
The other reporters echoed this sentiment.
Upon seeing this, Zhou Yang's lips curled up slightly.
He nodded, his tone calm.
"Alright, since you all have said so, then please open your eyes wide and watch carefully!"
The words had barely left his mouth.
A familiar figure, pushing a small stall cart, slowly appeared in everyone's sight.
"Boss, a bowl of noodles, please!"
The person who came was Xu Yao, who had set up a stall next to Zhou Yang.
She parked the car, and without even looking up, she shouted at Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang looked at Xu Yao with a half-smile on his face, then turned to look at Liu Peng.
"Mr. Liu, how about it? Does this count as one?"
Pan Jianye, who was watching from the side, could no longer hold back and burst out laughing.
He pointed at Liu Peng and mocked him mercilessly: "Hahaha, Liu Peng, you're such a clown! You're killing me with laughter!"
Liu Peng's face turned deathly pale instantly. What a coincidence!
A million curses ran through his mind. Wasn't this a blatant slap in the face?!
He said through gritted teeth.
"She...she's just a street vendor, she doesn't count! She doesn't count!"
Just then, another familiar voice came.
"Boss! Give me two bowls of instant noodles!"
Zhao Wei strode over to Zhou Yang's stall, his tone incredibly hearty.
Zhou Yang raised an eyebrow and looked at Liu Peng again, his tone slightly mocking.
"Mr. Liu, does this... count?"
Liu Peng's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.
"Hmph, that's only one! We're still far from ten! Don't be so smug! It's all just good luck!"
But before he could finish speaking, another voice rang out.
"Zhou Yang! Quick! Give me a bowl of instant noodles!"
Bai Qiuyan rushed over, panting, and said...
Liu Peng looked incredulous.
"This...how is this possible?!"
He was eager to get an explanation.
"These are all shills you hired, right? They must be shills!"
Before he could finish speaking, a reporter in the crowd recognized Bai Qiuyan.
"Wait, isn't this Bai Qiuyan? Our TV station has worked with them before. These are all very busy people, what brings them here?"
Upon hearing this, Liu Peng was completely dumbfounded.
He stood there dumbfounded, feeling as if his face had been slapped and swollen.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and silently comforted himself.
It's okay, it's okay, I don't believe he can find a few more people! It's definitely just good luck, yes, that must be it!
But reality always likes to surprise, or rather, shock.
Just as Liu Peng was still trying to comfort himself...
A commotion arose from afar, and Chen Mosheng was seen leading a large group of people.
They marched in a large group towards Zhou Yang's stall and then formed a long queue in front of it.
"Boss, give me a bowl of instant noodles!"
"I want a bowl too!"
"Me too!"
...
Zhou Yang looked up at Chen Mosheng and the others, and loudly reassured them.
"Everyone, everyone! Don't rush, don't rush! You have to eat your rice one bite at a time, and take your noodles one bowl at a time!"
"My stall is too small to accommodate so many big Buddhas, so please line up and take your time. I guarantee everyone will get a share!"
Upon hearing Zhou Yang's voice, Liu Peng, standing on the outskirts of the crowd, had a face as black as the bottom of a pot.
He stared intently at Zhou Yang, muttering to himself.
"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible... These people are all shills! They're all shills he hired!"
He shoved the crowd aside and, with a few reporters in tow, stormed up to the side of the line.
"You! Why are you eating instant noodles here? What's so good about instant noodles? Did Zhou Yang pay you to come and support him?"
Liu Peng pointed at the customers in line and questioned them in a hoarse voice, his spittle almost hitting their faces.
Chen Mosheng was happily waiting for his instant noodles when Liu Peng suddenly yelled at him, and he immediately became unhappy.
He frowned and looked Liu Peng up and down.
I wondered if this person might have some serious illness.
However, Chen Mosheng did not show his anger because he was a public figure and there were so many reporters around.
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