Liu Peng gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.
Zhou Yang looked completely nonchalant.
In his view, it was nothing short of a blatant provocation!
"This time, I admit defeat!"
"You just wait!"
Liu Peng uttered a harsh remark, then abruptly turned and left.
In Zhou Yang's eyes, the person's entire back view exuded an aura of anger and embarrassment.
Liu Peng just wants to get out of this awful place as soon as possible, out of sight, out of mind.
As for taking revenge on Zhou Yang, there's plenty of time!
Pan Jianye watched Liu Peng's disheveled retreating figure and couldn't help but chuckle.
He felt a surge of secret satisfaction; this guy really deserved it!
Seeing him get his comeuppance is enough to make me proud for the rest of my life.
He turned his head, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Zhou Yang, and smiled broadly.
"Mr. Zhou, brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! I am utterly impressed!"
He knew perfectly well what Zhou Yang meant when he said, "There are still two days left."
This is definitely not just something I said offhand.
This week, Yang must be plotting something big, planning to give Liu Peng a hard time in two days!
Otherwise, what's the point of coming over and threatening me?
Looking at Pan Jianye's admiring expression, Zhou Yang assumed that Pan Jianye was praising him for making Liu Peng suffer a setback and leave, so he simply waved his hand casually.
Anyway, two days later, he finished his mission, packed his bags, and left.
As for how Liu Peng came to cause him trouble, what business is it of his?
He couldn't be bothered to engage in such infighting with these people in the catering industry.
For him, system tasks and making money are the most important things.
As long as the task is completed and the reward is received, who cares about the raging flood!
Immediately, Zhou Yang's gaze fell on the reporters who were still immersed in the delicious taste of instant noodles.
His eyes lit up immediately.
These people's businesses can still be done again.
He cleared his throat and raised his voice to greet them.
"Dear reporters, are you satisfied with your meal? Would you like another bowl?"
"I'll need your help to promote this for me when the time comes."
Upon hearing this, the reporters completely abandoned any pretense of modesty.
I just finished tasting it, and the aroma is still lingering in my mouth.
Unable to resist, they immediately pulled out their wallets, fearing they would miss out if they were too late.
"Don't worry, Boss Zhou, I'll definitely promote it well. Give me a bowl!"
"I want two bowls!"
"I want one too!"
...
The scene immediately became lively again.
Zhou Yang was overjoyed and quickly cooked instant noodles, calculating how much money he could make today.
It's better to say something than to say it.
He really should have come over and thanked Liu Peng properly. If it weren't for him, there wouldn't have been so many new customers.
...
Time flies.
Night falls and the city lights come on.
The reporters have all returned to their respective newspaper offices.
Working through the night, I embellished what I had seen and heard at Zhou Yang's stall during the day and wrote a series of news reports.
This is big news; whoever posts it first, even a minute before it's released, will get a lot of attention and traffic.
These reports were uploaded to the internet immediately.
Major online media outlets have also been keeping a close eye on these mainstream media outlets, and once they saw that this news had explosive potential, they all reprinted it.
As for the content of many photos, they completely ignored it.
In no time, discussions about "sky-high priced instant noodles" quickly spread online, with the topic trending and even making it to the top of the trending search list.
In this era, the speed at which marketing accounts and online media spread information is astonishing.
Zhou Yang was unaware that he had become an "internet celebrity" in Jindu.
He had just finished packing up his stall and returned to his cramped rented room.
Then I saw the landlady, Aunt Liu, running out of the house with her phone in hand.
Aunt Liu grabbed Zhou Yang's arm, held her phone screen up to him, pointed to a photo on it, and looked at him with suspicion.
"Xiao Zhou, look at this photo, doesn't the person look just like you?"
"Am I getting presbyopia and can't see clearly anymore?"
Zhou Yang quickly looked over and saw that the photo showed him standing in front of a stall cooking instant noodles.
Although it's just a side profile, the familiar silhouette makes it instantly recognizable.
Zhou Yang's heart skipped a beat; he had already guessed that the reporters from earlier in the day had uploaded his story online.
He just didn't expect these guys to act so quickly. In just a few hours, they had released the news and made such a big fuss!
Looking at Aunt Liu, Zhou Yang thought to himself, "She always likes to take advantage of others."
If she knew that she made money selling instant noodles, wouldn't she come and bother her every day?
No, she absolutely cannot know the truth!
Looking at the picture above, his full face wasn't captured.
His eyes lit up, and an idea came to him.
Zhou Yang feigned surprise as he took the phone, examined it carefully, then shook his head, looking completely innocent.
"Aunt Liu, you must be mistaken."
"This person looks a bit like me, but it's definitely not me!"
"How could I possibly have the ability to make the news?"
Upon hearing this, Aunt Liu immediately snatched back her phone, curled her lip, and spoke with a hint of disdain.
"Yeah, right! With your shabby appearance, how could you possibly make the news?"
"That really is like the sun rising in the west!"
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