Chapter 153 The 153rd Day of Not Running Away The First Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 153 The 153rd Day of Not Running Away The First Day of Not Running Away...

"Brother Lin, are you going to Jingyang Residential Area tomorrow?"

Lin Dayong and his apprentice had just finished get off work when they ran into their colleague.

My colleague was still holding a camera, so I casually exchanged pleasantries with him.

Lin Dayong hadn't heard clearly and was about to walk over when he suddenly turned back after a few steps, calling out to his colleague, "Wait a minute, what did you just say? Jingyang Residential Area?"

“Yeah,” his colleague said, fiddling with his camera and looking at him in surprise. “What, something new? You didn’t know? Chen Bo, the boss of Jingyun Community, called us and invited us to go tomorrow. He said he wants to give everyone an explanation. Oh, right, Brother Lin, I remember you reported that the building materials used in their community were good. So it’s really not appropriate for you to go.”

His colleague patted Lin on the shoulder and said, "But if you ask me, we're not relatives, why care so much? Look at how many newspapers we've sold and how many ads we've gotten just by reporting their news these past few days. We've definitely secured our New Year's money for the year."

Reporters aren't stupid, actually.

After all, they've seen all sorts of things and people, so how could they not see that Old Yang and his family were planning to stage an accident and extort money from Chen Bozheng and his group?

But as the saying goes, it's because ordinary people enjoy watching this kind of news.

Besides, everyone in the industry is making money by cheating others; if you don't, are you being aloof?

Lin Dayong's eyes lit up. "Go, why not go?"

He dismissed his colleague, while his apprentice glared at him with resentment.

Lin Dayong asked, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me with such a dark expression? Do I owe you money?"

“Master, what we’re doing isn’t appropriate. It’s one thing if we don’t help clarify things, but why are we joining in the commotion?”

Lin Dayong's apprentice muttered to himself.

Lin Dayong rolled his eyes at him and poked his head with his finger. "With your brain, otherwise, why haven't you graduated after all these years of training? Don't you understand the difference between public and private matters? Besides, even if we helped people clarify things before, did it make a difference? Look at who believed us. If the newspaper sales drop later, who will be responsible, you or me?"

He lit a cigarette, exhaled, and narrowed his eyes meaningfully, saying, "However, I think that Chen Bozheng is no ordinary person. Who knows who will be unlucky tomorrow?"

Early in the morning.

Chen Bozheng got up, and Wen Chan, knowing they had something to do that day, asked, "How about I go with you? It'll be good to have someone to lend a hand if anything happens."

Chen Bo waved his hand: "No, you shouldn't go. Who knows what might happen at that event, and there will be a lot of people and the smell of smoke will be unbearable. You won't feel well if you go."

Wen Chan couldn't help but laugh. "Is it really that bad? I'm at the restaurant, and I occasionally smell other people smoking, but it's not that unpleasant."

Chen Bozheng remained adamant and refused to let Wen Chan go with him.

Wen Chan had no choice but to give up, instructing him to take good care of himself before going to work.

A large number of people had already arrived at the entrance of Jingyang Residential Area.

Previously, the main gate was partially locked, but today it's wide open, welcoming everyone to come in.

Dozens of reporters and many kind-hearted ordinary people crowded the ground, making it difficult to stand. When Old Yang's family arrived, many reporters rushed up and frantically took pictures of Old Yang, who was being carried on a stretcher.

Old Yang's face was sallow, his lips were cracked, and he looked quite disheveled.

His wife and children were also wearing clothes covered in patches, their eyes red and swollen. His two nephews, tall and strong, were helping to clear the way.

"Please make way so we can pass."

"Thank you everyone, thank you reporters, thank you all."

"Mr. Yang, is your paralysis real? Is it true that you can never sit up again?"

Lin Dayong rushed forward, took pictures with his camera, and asked questions as he did so.

A hint of displeasure flashed across Old Yang's eyes as he exchanged glances with his nephews.

The two nephews immediately said, "Of course it's true. We have the hospital's report here. You can take pictures as you like."

The two nephews worked together seamlessly, one protecting the stretcher and the other showing the medical records to everyone.

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The sound of camera shutters clicking was incessant.

The Yang family members all had a secret joy in their eyes.

Lin Dayong gestured for his apprentice to take more photos of the medical record, then continued, "So what are your demands? I heard you're planning to ask the owners of Jingyang Residential Complex for 500,000 yuan in compensation!"

"Five hundred thousand?!"

When this number came out, reporters and citizens alike were stunned.

In an era where having 10,000 yuan is considered wealthy, 500,000 yuan is no small sum.

Suddenly, many people started looking at Old Yang's family with a strange expression.

Old Yang was stunned. His family and nephews exchanged glances, all seeing the suspicion in each other's eyes.

Old Yang immediately clarified, "No, not 500,000. We only ask for 200,000 in compensation. Is 200,000 too much? My whole family depends on me for a living. Because of working on this construction site, I've become paralyzed, and I don't know how I'll live the rest of my life. I'd rather not have this 200,000 and just want my healthy body back."

As Old Yang said this, tears and snot streamed down his face. He clenched his hands and angrily pounded his legs, letting out a wail.

This scene successfully evoked sympathy in the hearts of those who had previously harbored resentment.

Two hundred thousand is not a small amount, but if you think about it carefully, being unable to move for the rest of your life and needing others to take care of you is a life that no human being can live.

"How pitiful."

"That's right."

"The owner of this residential complex must be making a lot of money. He owns one complex here and another there. I've heard he's a billionaire. So what's wrong with him giving them a mere 200,000 yuan as compensation?"

The kind-hearted citizens began to buzz with discussion.

The reporters took the opportunity to take many photos, and judging from the public's reaction, if these photos were published, they would definitely evoke a lot of sympathy and resonance.

"Mr. Yang, you said you are paralyzed, is that really true?"

Chen Bo arrived late with his men.

He had instructed Hua Lingfeng and the others not to dress up, to wear the most ordinary clothes, and not to wear watches or anything like that. So when they arrived, no one noticed them at first.

Until Chen Bozheng spoke up.

"You've finally arrived! You've finally dared to show yourselves to the world, haven't you?!" the two nephews shouted.

"Are you the manager of this residential complex?" The reporters immediately swarmed over.

Chen Bozheng remained calm. After the reporters had taken a series of photos, he said loudly, "Please calm down, everyone. I invited you all here today to resolve this matter. In any case, we will give you an explanation today!"

"Mr. Chen, does your community intend to compensate Mr. Yang's family? If so, how much compensation will you offer?"

A reporter rushed up and pointed the microphone at Chen Bozheng.

Chen Bozheng didn't back down. Instead, he took the microphone and said to the camera, "If Mr. Yang is really paralyzed, and it's because of his work, although we weren't originally the owners of Jingyang Community, we will still donate some money as appropriate."

The reporters were all perceptive and could hear the barb in Chen Bozheng's tone.

Lin Dayong rushed over: "President Chen, do you mean to say that there's a problem with this matter?"

“What problem could there be? My wife is in this state, lying on a stretcher, unable to move. You can look at the medical records; it’s all very clear.” Old Yang’s wife pointed at Chen Bozheng and cursed, “You rich people are heartless and have no conscience!”

Chen Bo showed no sign of panic.

He saw Hua Lingfeng carrying a kettle and instructed everyone, "This is a kettle of hot water, please make way."

Upon hearing the word "hot water," the reporters quickly moved aside.

Hua Lingfeng absolutely hated these reporters. He handed the thermos to Chen Bozheng, saying, "Brother Chen, hot water, just boiled, it's scalding hot!"

"Okay." Chen Bozheng took the kettle, opened the lid, and everyone saw billowing white smoke coming out. Then, Chen Bozheng actually poured the "hot water" towards Old Yang on the stretcher.

When the water was splashed, the people around screamed.

Old Yang on the stretcher jumped up like a rocket, patting his cotton-padded coat and cursing loudly, "You son of a bitch, you dare to hurt me!"

Old Yang kept cursing, then pulled up his trouser leg to check if his calf was burned.

Suddenly, in that instant, his movements froze.

If a pot of hot water were poured on you, you wouldn't feel the heat at all; in fact, you'd feel the cold.

"Can you walk? Can you walk?"

"Isn't this leg perfectly fine?"

"This is what you call paralysis?!"

Reporters and citizens alike were stunned. Those who reacted quickly had already taken out their cameras and started snapping pictures.

Old Yang's wife panicked and rushed over to shield him behind her, saying to the crowd, "You're not allowed to take pictures! My husband can only move when he's stimulated; he's really paralyzed!"

Even if you tried to fool elementary school students with this statement, no one would believe you.

Old Yang's actions weren't just about jumping up; the energy and spirit he displayed while cursing were extraordinary.

"Mr. Yang, what exactly happened to your paralysis? Weren't you injured?"

Lin Dayong's eyes lit up; this was the big news he had been waiting for today.

The fake paralysis was exposed on the spot, and tonight's evening paper will sell millions of copies!

"I don't know! Don't film me! You're not allowed to film me! Chen Bozheng, it's all your fault! You've ruined me!"

At this point, Lao Yang understood exactly what was going on in today's game.

Chen Bozheng snapped his fingers, and He Dahu walked out from the corner. Old Yang was stunned when he saw him. Chen Bozheng took out a pen and said to the reporters, "I have a voice recorder here with a recording in it. Please listen to it."

He pressed the play button, and his conversation with He Dahu from yesterday immediately came through.

Although the reporters had never seen such a high-tech product before, they were no strangers to recording and broadcasting.

Everyone stared at Chen Bozheng in disbelief, including He Dahu.

He never expected that Chen Bozheng had such a trick up his sleeve.

"You...you tricked me?!" He Dahu demanded angrily, "You secretly recorded me, where's my money? Give it to me, give it to me right now!"

Chen Bo looked at He Dahu with pity. "Sir, do you know that your behavior constitutes extortion? Extorting 200,000 yuan in one go is a serious crime."

"What serious crime? Don't try to fool me! I'm not buying it!"

He Dahu panicked. He hadn't read many books and naturally didn't understand the law.

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The sound of sirens came from not far away.

A few moments later, several police officers jumped out of the car, looked around the scene, and asked, "Who called the police to report someone extorting money?"

Chen Bozheng raised his hand: "Officer, it's me!"