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"Have you learned it?" She stroked the cat and took out a folding fan to fan it: "It's so hot at night, it's unbearable."

"Meow..." The cat narrowed its eyes and shrank back into its bag, too lazy to look.

It thought the owner wanted to play with it with a cat toy, but the stick was thrown away and no one knew where it went. It was so boring.

The girl smiled, put on her cat bag, picked up her beloved happy water, and fanned herself with a folding fan, ready to go home.

I watched the excitement, ate the barbecue, and threw away the garbage. This ordinary night is always so fascinating.

On the other side, Zheng Shao no longer cared about his face. The bamboo sticks flew harder and harder. At first, they poked his hands, and later they poked his body directly.

The last one even pierced directly into the ear of the guy who started the fight first, and pierced his ear. What kind of underworld jargon is this?

He wanted to find the person who did it, but with so many people coming and going and more and more people watching, it was impossible to see clearly unless the person jumped out directly.

The other friends were even more shocked. The first and second hits could be considered coincidences, but this was the fifth one. If there was another one, would it be like poking their eyes directly?

They looked around with panic eyes that no one else could understand, fighting and retreating, and finally shrank back to their car with great difficulty, crawling up as if they were escaping for their lives, and only then did they breathe a sigh of relief.

Someone asked with a dry throat: "Shall we...shall we go?"

"Yeah! We haven't broken any laws or done anything, so why are we staying here?"

"Let's go, let's go - have you been drinking? I haven't! I'll drive!"

The convoy of modified cars started off in a messy manner. No one cared even if their own car was scratched. They just wanted to leave first.

It's killing me! It's not even 12 o'clock in the morning yet, and the BBQ stall is already haunted during dinner time!

Only Sunika and her angry mother were left there. Sunika was in a daze, while her mother was jumping up and down and cursing.

The barbecue stall owner kept trying to persuade them to reconcile, but he couldn't help but glance at the can on the ground.

These guys even took away several of my bamboo sticks...

So who was it? He looked around in confusion. Others didn't even understand what specific dispute they had just had.

Only Sunika was still looking at her phone. Her mother turned around unhappily and said, "Nier, next time you encounter something like this, you must not give them a good face! If they dare to touch you, call the police! Did you hear me? The more afraid you are, the more arrogant they will be!"

But Sunika was just staring at the comments on the screen, which were filled with comments like "That's the girl behind you!" "The girl is gone!" "The girl is holding a folding fan, and you can tell she's a martial arts master." When she came back to her senses from her wandering thoughts and turned around suddenly, she only saw a figure that had already gone away.

The other person had already walked to the street corner, looking up at something. Sonica raised her eyes and saw a Bing Dwen Dwen balloon floating upwards.

A little girl was crying loudly, pointing at a balloon that was gradually floating upwards. Next to her was her old father, who was jumping up and down, trying his best to jump up and grab the balloon but failed.

Her mother half-knelt down to comfort her, but the little girl kept twisting her body and acting coquettishly. The child's unique, soft cry could be heard even on the street.

The girl carrying the cat bag closed the folding fan in her hand, then turned her hand and threw it up.

The folding fan spun in the air, and the fan ribs hooked onto the rope buckle of the balloon. The swaying balloon shook a bit and was then pulled down by the folding fan.

When the folding fan flew back to the girl's hand, the Bing Dwen Dwen balloon was also grabbed by the girl and handed to the little girl who suddenly stopped crying.

Sunika's mobile phone was facing the scene, faithfully recording every detail, and she was stunned.

However, under the warm yellow street light, the other person's face had already become blurred and only the outline remained.

When the traffic lights on the street changed, all that was left for her was a dashing back view and the crisp sound of the folding fan closing and opening.

“Pah—crash—”

"..."

035-It’s really hard to think of a title

"If you ask me, she might as well just go back..."

In Sunika's little nest, her mother was still on a video call with her father, talking about what happened before.

The old father was naturally filled with righteous indignation, and he wished he could rush over, grab the beer bottle and show those guys his wrath.

The mother turned the phone sideways to let the father see her daughter's face. Middle-aged and elderly people are not used to tapping on the screen, and they don't even have the habit of switching between the front and rear cameras of the phone. They just use the front camera of the phone to take a picture when showing something to the person on the video call.

Sunika, who was hugging the pillow, finally came to her senses and showed her father a cute expression: "Dad - you take care of Mom! She just makes a fuss!"

"Nier, this is not an exaggeration. It's very dangerous for a girl like you to be alone outside all year round..."

The old father spoke earnestly, saying that the cabbages in his garden were growing juicy outside, and there were wild boars lurking everywhere, how could it not be dangerous?

She said a few perfunctorily, and her mother took the phone back, mumbling something about family matters.

After a while, the old mother calmed down and turned to see her daughter still in a daze: "What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking about that one before - are you saying it was really her?"

"What's real or fake? Flying bamboo sticks?" Sunika's mother didn't care: "This kind of skill really existed in the past."

As an experienced salesperson in a department store, I have seen real underworld skills before.

In the past, there was a mobile circus in the county town that made a living by performing acrobatics. Not to mention flying bamboo sticks, she had even seen flying kitchen knives.

"But...why did she help me?" Sunika covered her face, feeling a little hot for no reason.

The opponent's back view before was so handsome that it made people's legs weak, especially the sound of the flying fan being caught and opened.

It was just like... like something hit my heart, snap...

She didn't dare to think about it too much, but just buried her head and hugged the pillow, her ears were hot and her eyes were somewhat shimmering.

"Hey, if you see injustice, just help. People with ability have the confidence."

"Then why don't you stand up?"

"You are stupid. A knight-errant is forbidden to use force. Injuring others is against the law. Now you dare to fight? If you lose, you will be hospitalized. If you win, you will go to jail!"

"Ah this——"

"Alright, alright, in the future, don't go to those messy places alone at night. Your takeout, right? Isn't it convenient? If you want to eat, eat at home and feel more at ease. Also, don't always be so timid and polite. If you encounter something and you are unsure, call the police. This is the 21st century. There are surveillance cameras everywhere. They are also afraid that you will take it too seriously. Didn't you see what was said on TV? You must use the weapon of law to protect your own safety and rights..."

The mother kept repeating these words, hoping that her silly daughter would come to her senses a little.

But Sunika was only thinking about how to watch the video again later, preferably in high definition.

Speaking of which, should I post that video online?

However, netizens have seen it, so there seems to be no need to cover up the truth.

She definitely didn't want everyone to see how handsome she was - how about going downstairs and squatting at that barbecue stand?

Oh, Sunika, you are really going to die. What are you thinking about? She is a handsome girl...

……

……

"Do you see girls as lovers? You just covet their bodies! You are a slut!!"

Fatty Zheng slapped his son on the head, his fat body shaking with anger: "If you really provoke someone who doesn't care about his life, you'll be dead!"

"But...but the bamboo stick is not even as long as the nail..."

"Say it again! You-you say it again!"

Fatty Zheng picked up the slippers at hand and beat his good-for-nothing son with them. At this moment, he showed unprecedented flexibility.

After beating for a while, he sat down panting: "What are you afraid of if the nails are not as long as mine? Ah? Then what were you afraid of before?"

"I can't see who it is." Zheng Shao covered his head and said aggrievedly: "I shouldn't have told you this..."

"You shouldn't have told me - you didn't want to tell me! Don't tell me - I told you not to tell me - you've become more capable - I'd rather have given birth to a roast goose -"

After another good beating, Fatty Zheng threw away his slippers and said, "If they can scare you, they can also deal with you. I'll just find a place without surveillance and put a sack over your legs and break them. What can you do? Ah?"

"This is a society ruled by law!"

"When you (TM) went to seek death, did you ever think that you might offend someone you shouldn't? Did you ever think that you would also break the law?"

"..."

"I'm warning you again!" Fatty Zheng held the bamboo stick, "Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have a few bucks. These days, no one's life is more precious than anyone else's. People are willing to sacrifice their lives and drive you to death on the street with just one accelerator! Who do you think you are? Control your bad temper. If you want to get into the society, go to a place where everyone else is, at least those places are full of bad guys, and everyone has a psychological bottom line!"

"Oh……"

"Oh - I -"

"I understand! I understand!" Zheng Shao squatted aside with his head in his hands: "Stop fighting!"

"... Humph, if it weren't for your mother, I really would have wanted to beat you to death and have another one!"

Fatty Zheng threw away the bamboo stick in annoyance, thought for a while, then bent down with great effort to pick it up and looked at it carefully.

This thing is just an ordinary barbecue bamboo skewer, and it even has a few traces of carbonization and burnt.

According to his silly son, the other party was able to throw it without being noticed when several of them were staring at the surroundings suspiciously, and the needle pierced their bodies one or two knuckles deep. The worst case had its ear pierced. This person must be a truly capable person.

When he ran a food stall in the past, he had seen all kinds of people, many of whom were brave and aggressive, as well as some who had some skills and techniques.

There were thieves who could pick doors and locks in just one second, street swindlers who looked very cool with butterfly knifes, and even the kind of con men who could cut a person's body with flying cards. There were endless of them - but this bamboo stick... flying knife? What kind of trick was this?

Fatty Zheng thought about it for a while, but he couldn't think of any name or surname. It was probably just a coincidence.

Besides, the times have changed. Who still fights and kills? If he wasn't worried that his stupid son would be put in a sack, he wouldn't even bother to beat him up first.

Throwing the bamboo stick aside, he said, "Go get your hair done tomorrow, with a neat and tidy hairstyle. I have discussed this with the after-sales manager Wang from the consumer electronics department, and you can work for him for a few months."

"Ah?" Zheng Shao stared blankly: "Why, why? No, Dad, I know I was wrong!"

"What do you mean you're wrong? Do you think this is a punishment?"

"……if not?"

Otherwise, if I was living such a happy and easy life in the logistics department, what would it mean if I was suddenly transferred to the after-sales department?

"Hmph, you go - um..." Fatty Zheng touched his chin. Looking at his son's face that couldn't hide the truth, he was a little reluctant to tell the truth.

If you tell this guy that you want to pick up girls, with his limited skills, it would be strange if he is not caught on the spot by that hot-tempered young lady.

After I came back, I took several showers to wash off the smell of rotten milk on my body. I didn't know what the other party had poured on me.

"Just go over there and exercise. Besides, I'm warning you!"

Fatty Zheng pulled out his belt, folded it in half, and held it in his hand, the flesh on his face trembling: "Don't let me hear you doing anything wrong over there or harassing girls, otherwise, even if your mother is watching you, I will break your legs!"

As he said that, he raised his hand and pointed to the ceiling, indicating that your mother is watching you now, but that's what I said!

Zheng Shao showed a miserable expression, turned his head and faced the ceiling - the camera in the corner, and howled "Wow".

"Mom, mom, please stop traveling and come back soon! My dad is going crazy!"

“…Rebellious son!!”

036-She is still herself, different fireworks

New day, new job, new dislike for going to work.

Alia seemed to be fine. She hung up the daily after-sales customer calls and drew a stroke on the small blackboard next to her to complete the correct character.

Then I looked at the backstage and found that the one-star bad review I gave was changed to a five-star good review by the other party, and a bunch of touching words were added. I rolled my eyes helplessly.

How can consumers be so kind these days? They really are strong-willed but gentle on the outside, right?

Why am I so moved? The customer service lady is so understanding. It’s amazing. Did I trigger their rebellious psychology?

I begged them to give it five stars, but they probably didn't even read the after-sales follow-up text message and just treated it as if nothing happened.

But when I told them that I gave it one star and that they didn't need to care about it, they immediately came and made the changes and helped me out in various ways.

Helplessly erasing the stroke she had just drawn, Ailia looked at her performance today. It couldn't be said that it was a brilliant achievement, but it could only be said that she had done nothing.

Most of the washing machines with quality problems have been recalled, some have been replaced and some have been refunded, but overall the development of the incident was a little different from what she expected.

Both consumers and the media have evaluated this incident as a positive case.

There are even some consumers who claim that they will only buy home appliances from Air in the future and don’t care about anything else. It is the after-sales service that makes them feel at ease.

No, did the guy who was interviewed take the money or did he really like this feeling of being inferior? It needs to be repaired or replaced, others buy it and use it without any worries!

Alia glanced at the report in her hand and sighed helplessly.

She had some psychological expectations about the media's whitewashing. After all, the group's public relations department was no pushover and had been spending money to maintain relationships.

...Well, I have to find a way to change this bad habit in the future. Why wash the floor?

Do you still need to pay for cleaning? Do you still need to give out red envelopes? Do you still need to hire a group of cyber soldiers?