Chapter 150 Marseille fans celebrate Paris Saint-Germain's loss
Xiao Peng's words best capture his current mood: He's discovered a shipwreck that can't be salvaged. If he salvages it, it will be infamous for eternity, but if he doesn't, the news will also be infamous for eternity.
After all, he was Chinese and knew the significance of the relics from the Old Summer Palace. This was definitely a great torture for him. If possible, he would rather not have discovered the ship.
After putting the paperweight away, he said, "Brother Chen, thank you for your hospitality today, but I have an appointment, so I'll be leaving now! Brother Zhang, you can always go find Pascal. Under the same conditions, I guarantee you'll get what you want!"
"Are you leaving now?" Zhang Cuijian asked curiously.
Xiao Peng nodded: "Yes, I'm going to the Velodrome Stadium, there is a celebration there."
"Celebration?" Pan Peiyu asked in confusion, "There's no Marseille match today?"
Xiao Peng smiled and said, "Yes, but there was a fan celebration to celebrate Paris Saint-Germain's loss in the Champions League, and someone asked me to go and take a look."
"...Very good, this is very Marseille!" Chen Zetao said helplessly: "Why? Is it a date with a beautiful woman?"
"It has to be a beautiful woman." Xiao Peng stood up and said, "Brother Chen, Brother Zhang, you guys continue chatting. I'm leaving first. I'll contact you by phone and we'll meet again next time!"
Chen Zetao stood up and said, "Brother Xiao, logically I should keep you here, but you've left me with a problem that's giving me a headache, so I won't keep you here. We'll meet again next time!"
After saying goodbye to the two of them, Xiao Peng carried his small suitcase and drove away from Chen Zetao's house.
Watching Xiao Peng's car drive away, Chen Zetao and Zhang Cuijian looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
"Brother Chen, what should we do about this?" Zhang Cuijian asked.
Chen Zetao said helplessly: "You ask me? How should I know?"
"Do you believe him?" Zhang Cuijian continued, "Do you believe he really found the Ansaldo? It's impossible to believe it's real with just a paperweight, okay? And even if the paperweight is old, it doesn't guarantee it's a relic from the Old Summer Palace."
Chen Zetao was silent for a while: "But why would he lie to me? What good would this do for him?"
Zhang Cuijian couldn't answer this question either.
Chen Zetao shook his head: "Forget it, let's let people in China judge the authenticity of this matter."
"Are you going to tell this to the country?" Zhang Cuijian was stunned.
Chen Zetao nodded. "This is a huge matter. It's better to believe it than not. If it's false, Xiao Peng is responsible. If it's true, we will be held responsible if the news gets out. You don't want to be hung on the pillar of shame, do you?"
Zhang Cuijian sighed, "This Xiao Peng is really mean. He pushed the problem onto you with just a few words!"
Chen Zetao pointed at Zhang Cuijian and said, "It's not me, it's us."
Zhang Cuijian stretched out her hand to Chen Zetao: "Give it to me."
"What do you want?" Chen Zetao asked in confusion.
"Don't say your restaurant has no surveillance. Give me the surveillance video so I can show it to the higher-ups," said Zhang Cuijian.
Chen Zetao laughed and said, "I'll handle this myself. I've figured it out. I'll just have to take the blame myself."
"Brother Chen, what you said is disingenuous! While this may leave you infamous for eternity, it also has the potential to go down in history." Zhang Cuijian said anxiously, "You can't do something like this on your own. I have a bottle of 2002 Li Peng...Brother Chen, please give me the video."
Chen Zetao laughed: "Okay, let's divide the work and each notify our superiors, is that okay?"
Zhang Cuijian smiled and said, "Okay, I'll have someone bring you some wine right away!"
"Come up and get the video. Let's post it together!" Chen Zetao said, "Before anyone in China calls us 'untamed dogs'! Holy shit! No matter how much we work, we can't catch up with those who sit in an air-conditioned office and talk."
Zhang Cuijian didn't say anything after hearing this. Instead, he patted Chen Zetao on the shoulder and said, "Brother Chen, no one is a fool these days, and the people above us are definitely not fools! No one will believe the nonsense these idiots say! Let's go together and report the situation back. Whether we will be infamous for eternity or go down in history depends on our fate!"
"Don't be so pessimistic." Chen Zetao consoled him, "If Xiao Peng really reported false information, then he will be infamous forever."
"Huh?" Zhang Cuijian was stunned. "Wouldn't it be a good thing to do something like this? What if it's true?"
"You can get involved if you want." Chen Zetao shook his head. "It's better not to get involved in something like this. Besides, this is too big a matter. What are we doing here? To show off?"
"When will this kind of life end?" Zhang Cuijian muttered and followed Chen Zetao back to the room to get the surveillance video footage.
Xiao Peng also drove to the parking lot outside the Velodrome Stadium, where fans were celebrating. Paris Saint-Germain had lost, but it felt like the Marseille fans were even happier than if they had won.
Xiao Peng opened the car door and heard thunderous cheers. People were lighting fireworks and jumping and dancing. The content of their cheers was also very interesting. There was only one sentence: Where have the Parisians gone?
Marseille says they have the second wildest fans in France and no one dares to claim to be the first!
Xiao Peng had just parked the car and got out when several young girls who looked like high school students came up to him and asked, "Sir, are you here to attend the celebration?"
"I'm here to join in the fun!" Xiao Peng replied with a smile.
A girl asked curiously, "Are you a tourist?"
Xiao Peng shrugged: "You may not believe me, but I am indeed a member of the Marseille fan club!"
He really wasn't kidding.
Even though Xiao Peng only occasionally guarded the goal on the beach, a man living in Marseille would have no friends if he didn't join the Marseille Football Club! So even though Xiao Peng didn't play football, he joined the fan club and was a typical fake fan.
The other girl's eyes widened after hearing Xiao Peng's words. "You're a member of the fan club, so why aren't you wearing a jersey or a scarf? We're having a promotion in the store right now, with 15% off everything! This is a great opportunity to shop."
Xiao Peng laughed, it turned out that this was a door-to-door advertisement.
Another girl said, "Sir, we're doing odd jobs to earn tuition money during the February break. You need to buy some fan souvenirs anyway, so you can come to our store!"
"Where is your store?" Xiao Peng asked.
Several girls said together: "It's right behind you!"
Xiao Peng looked back and saw a sporting goods store. As soon as he opened the door, he was delighted: Neymar's Paris Saint-Germain number 10 jersey was spread out on the floor. Before entering, you had to wipe the soles of your shoes on Neymar's jersey.
Marseille's fan culture is indeed unique...
Just as he was about to enter, a girl's voice rang out from behind him: "Xiao, I asked you to come here. Why didn't you come with me to go shopping first? There are more girls here, right?"
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