Oversight
After Zhu Juntang and Zhong Qing left, a few people who were just passing by saw Zhu Juntang and Zhong Qing also came to eat rice noodles. After all, no matter how Liu Chang'an viewed the rich, in reality, the rich do have an influence that makes people imitate and follow them.
The vast majority of people lack independent thinking, aesthetic sense, taste, and style. Integrating into a certain circle or having the same social behaviors as certain people is their common, and sometimes only, way of gaining recognition and satisfaction.
For example, celebrity endorsements are the most widespread manifestation of this effect, and now it is more commonly seen in the "internet celebrity" effect.
In fact, Liu Chang'an was also taking advantage of this. He was happy to have young and beautiful girls take photos with him, because they obviously knew about him on Weibo and would spread his fans' information, attracting a group of people to follow him.
Perhaps after a while, some people who clearly can't handle this extremely spicy rice noodles will still come and order a serving, take a few photos, and post them on social media, experiencing that sense of belonging and enjoyment.
After a while, another acquaintance arrived.
"Want some rice noodles?" Liu Chang'an asked Gao Cunyi. "Twelve yuan with a fried egg."
Gao Cunyi wasn't surprised that Liu Chang'an was selling rice noodles, but hesitated for a moment, "Could you not add eggs? I don't like eggs."
"Of course." Liu Chang'an nodded.
Gao Cunyi a QR code to pay.
"When were you discharged from the hospital?" Liu Chang'an asked.
"Yesterday."
"That shouldn't be the case..." Liu Chang'an said, shaking the stray net, "I didn't hit you too hard. I think you'll be fine after three to five days of rest."
"Your strength and physique far surpass those of ordinary people, so you held back because of your own feelings, but you didn't realize that my physique is insufficient to withstand your strength." Gao Cunyi spoke as if he hadn't been beaten and hospitalized for so long, calmly analyzing the situation.
"I see." Liu Chang'an expressed his understanding. "I'm sorry, Gao Dewei and I are classmates. I didn't know you were his cousin, otherwise I would have been more careful."
"It's alright, we became friends after the fight. I've always admired my cousin. Someone even he admires must be remarkable. It's good to be beaten up by someone remarkable." Gao Cunyi said earnestly. Liu Chang'an was Gao Dewei's classmate, and this was what Gao Dewei told him when he visited Gao Cunyi.
This logic... no wonder he's Gao Dewei's cousin.
Liu Chang'an prepared the rice noodles and placed them on the table. Instead of leaving immediately, he sat down opposite Gao Cunyi.
Gao Cunyi thought Liu Chang'an was waiting for him to taste it, so he immediately took a bite. To his surprise, it was spicy. After eating several mouthfuls of noodles, he exclaimed, "It's so spicy and delicious! This is the taste of the local rice noodles I ate when I was a child. The noodles nowadays don't have this kind of spiciness at all!"
Where is your master?
"He committed a crime, and is now out on bail pending trial," Gao Cunyi said with great distress.
"What did you do wrong?"
"I just found out that my master was actually one of the biggest gangsters in Junsha. He had many shady businesses and a lot of income. Don't be fooled by his current bail; my dad said that some people want to protect him, while others want to get rid of him, which is why things are like this. But in the end, he'll definitely go to jail because the people who want to get rid of him are too powerful. Those who are protecting him are just doing their best."
Liu Chang'an nodded, seeing that Gao Cunyi was still able to remain untainted, but his ability to remain untainted was probably not solely due to his non-participation in Pu Shougeng's shady dealings.
"How is his health?" Liu Chang'an didn't care at all whether Pu Shougeng would have to face a belated trial.
"Is everything alright? It's just that he suffered a lot of emotional and psychological damage. But who told him to bring this on himself?" Gao Cunyi sighed. "My dad said there's no such thing as whitewashing. If your past is tainted, even if you try to whitewash it on the surface, one day someone will turn the tables on you, and you'll still have a tainted past."
"Hmm, unless no one comes to flip it over." Liu Chang'an tapped his fingers on the table. He realized that he had overlooked something before. He thought that Gao Cunyi couldn't withstand normal force. When he fought with Pu Shougeng, the force he used was much greater than when he slapped Gao Cunyi.
Although Pu Shougeng was defeated, he withstood the force he used. Logically speaking, even if Pu Shougeng had practiced martial arts for one or two decades longer Gao Cunyi, his physical strength could not possibly be more than one level stronger.
If we're really talking about physical attributes, Wang Yibo, who got kicked by Liu Chang'an, is actually stronger than Pu Shougeng.
But Wang Yibo is still lying in the hospital.
Why is Pu Shougeng unharmed? Although Liu Chang'an didn't intend to kill him, if Pu Shougeng had the physical condition of a normal person, he would definitely be in the hospital right now.
It was an oversight, an oversight.
Liu Chang'an felt no regret or annoyance. He had noticed it himself, which was due to his meticulousness; he had overlooked it, which was because the other party was not worth his attention.
But he still wanted to go and take a look. Liu Chang'an asked Gao Cunyi about some things concerning Pu Shougeng, chatted for a while, and then went back to selling rice noodles.
After all, selling rice noodles is a very important matter.
Liu Chang'an only had time in the afternoon. When he returned home, he took out the rattan book box from under the bed, patted the box, gently rubbed the handle, pressed both ends to open it, and took out the contents one by one, laying them neatly on the bed. He took out a linen shirt, a pair of black trousers, and a pair of cloth shoes with multi-layered soles from the bottom of the box.
The shirt was neatly folded and folded; after shaking it, it still fit perfectly. The pants, measured at the waist, were a good fit. The shoes were just right; a few toes touched them, giving a very lively feel.
Liu Chang'an changed his clothes and drove off in the civilian armored transport vehicle.
He certainly didn't find driving convenient; he just needed a place to fix his face.
It's easier to get things done with a different attitude. Liu Chang'an realized he had been careless before, so now he naturally had to be more careful, as a way of reflecting on his own feelings.
With everything prepared, Liu Chang'an became the typical old-fashioned intellectual of the 1980s and 90s.
Actually, he really likes this outfit. In fact, many senior scientists, experts, and academicians often wear this outfit as well.
He arrived outside Pu Shougeng's martial arts school, stepping into the slanting sunlight.
Many of Pu Shougeng's businesses had already been seized, so it's easy to imagine who was pulling the strings behind his crime at this time.
His martial arts school was closed, but it was also his residence. As Liu Chang'an slowly walked to the outside of Pu Shougeng's martial arts school, he felt that the courtyard surrounded by bamboo and water had a sense of tranquility and peace. In some other eras, it would have been acceptable to seize it and make it one's own.
Now everyone talks about fairness, justice, democracy, and the rule of law, so of course we can't act recklessly like this. Liu Chang'an knocked on the door, and when no one answered, he smashed the door open and went inside.
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