Chapter 1329 - 1329: Striking the Bamboo Clappers

"Old man, although the gold shop has some responsibility for this, no one did it on purpose. I think it's better to let it go."

"Yeah! Nobody wants things like this to happen. Since it's happened, let's try to resolve it. I think the manager seems quite sincere."

"Sir, you're asking for an explanation, and the manager has already given you one. Please get up quickly; it's so cold, you might catch a chill."

Upon hearing the bystanders' discussions focusing on him, Wang Ji knew he couldn't keep dragging the matter on any longer.

He had made things difficult by seizing on the female manager's fault, but Zhao Zhehai's direct firing had effectively resolved the issue.

If he continued to press, people would think he was being unreasonable.

At that point, public opinion would be entirely out of his control…

Xiao Feng, who was mingling in the crowd, thought the same.

However, he wasn't too worried.

Firstly, even if the gold shop couldn't be "bumped" out of business, there was no substantial loss on their side.

Secondly, he had great faith in Wang Ji and Du Xian's business skills.

After all, they could come up with five plans in ten minutes—obviously well-trained and experienced!

Just then, Du Xian, lying in Wang Ji's arms, suddenly began to convulse, eyes rolling back, even his breathing became heavy.

Seeing this, the bystanders backed away continuously, fearful of being blamed.

"Is the ambulance still not here?" Zhao Zhehai frowned, asking the staff behind him.

The female manager, wiping her tears, said, "I've already called, and they said it would take about twenty minutes. It's only been ten minutes now."

Zhao Zhehai anxiously paced around, then decisively said, "We can't wait any longer, use my car, go directly to the hospital!"

"Mr. Zhao, what if something happens in the car..." the driver reminded him.

"It's past the point of talking; saving lives comes first. Quickly help the two old men into my car!"

"Yes!"

The driver agreed and, with the store staff, struggled to carry Du Xian to the car, with Wang Ji also being helped into it.

The car doors closed and the vehicle started.

The onlookers watched the vehicle leave, reluctant to disperse, as if they hadn't seen enough.

It was at this moment that the sound of clappers started.

The onlookers stopped in their tracks, and Xiao Feng turned towards the source of the clapping sound along with the others.

But just that one look left Xiao Feng dumbstruck!

This, isn't this Old Ha?

Even though the face wasn't Old Ha's, Xiao Feng was confident he couldn't be mistaken about the gait and mannerisms!

That person wore a melon cap and an old quilted jacket, waving big and small clappers rhythmically, with a large bag hanging around his neck.

The spectators who hadn't left were drawn in, and the elderly man wearing the melon cap approached, starting to sing in rhythm:

"The bamboo enters the street, businesses line both sides.

Some buy, some sell, with signs and banners displayed.

The banners resemble a dragon playing in water, the counter resembles the purple-gold terrace.

When the abacus is shaken, it becomes money trees; I wish you all great wealth!"

A short piece finished, and some enthusiasts started clapping.

Soon the applause was widespread, with many asking for another piece.

By this time, Xiao Feng had confirmed that the person speaking the clappers was indeed Old Ha.

Yet, as he confirmed the identity, he couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.

This old fellow always comes up with new tricks!

The clapper sound continued, and Old Ha, picking up where he left off, began again:

"I gain from your wealth, passing by to pay respects.

One bow to you, the second to the minister, and the third bow to the honored guests present!"

As he walked and sang, Old Ha approached a well-dressed middle-aged man, directly saying: "You look rich, with grand fortune and luck, Liu Bei sits at Xichuan."

At this, Old Ha paused, smiling at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man seemed very pleased and pulled out a hundred from his wallet, placing it in Old Ha's big bag.

Old Ha beamed with delight and sought his next target, saying again: "Listen to my words, bosses, I neither steal nor grab.

Nor do I rob or seize..."

Five minutes later, using just his mouth, Old Ha had collected nearly a thousand.

His sharp eyes targeted the wealthy, flattering them with his words and songs, producing excellent results.

Of course, some were unwilling to give money.

When encountering such people, Old Ha would stubbornly linger without uttering harsh words, making it embarrassing for them not to give some money.

This made Xiao Feng click his tongue in wonder, admiring that such skills ensured one wouldn't starve wherever they went!

However, at this moment, cries for help came from behind.

"Help!"

"Murder!"

Everyone turned to check the situation; Xiao Feng noticed a hint of regret in Old Ha's eyes, but he still took the chance to quietly slip away.

Conversely, the turned-around onlookers couldn't help but be startled.

They saw two staggering figures running their way.

Both were bruised and bloodied, with one man's hand covered in blood, and the other holding broken glasses...

No instruction was needed; everyone instinctively scattered.

Some sharp-eyed folks recognized who the two were.

"Aren't those the two old men from just now?"

"What's going on here?"

"Look, look, the gold shop manager's car is coming!"

A black SUV drove from behind Wang Ji and Du Xian.

Wang Ji seemed exhausted and collapsed to the ground.

Du Xian knelt down in tears, kowtowing continuously towards the SUV, pleading, "Please, spare us, it's us two old fools who didn't recognize you.

We don't want any compensation, just don't trouble us anymore; we truly didn't know you were the son of the public security chief!"

Xiao Feng was taken aback, had Shi Yong been dragged into this?

The onlookers collectively gasped, and those recording with phones had already started narrating:

"Everyone clearly sees that these two old men were beaten by the son of Jiangcheng's Public Security Bureau Chief, all because of..."

The narration combined with the recording, plus Du Xian's continuous kowtowing and tearful pleas...

Xiao Feng let out a breath, knowing that this time the gold shop would face serious trouble.

At first, he thought it was a nursing home, only to find it was a theatre with veteran actors outperforming one another.

Inside the car, the driver, sweating from stress, asked, "Mr. Zhao, what do we do now?"

Sitting in the backseat, Zhao Zhehai's face was dark and full of rage; he cursed, "I underestimated those two bastards!"

"Mr. Zhao, are you... really the chief's son?" the driver cautiously asked.

Zhao Zhehai's vision blacked out from anger, his fury uncontrollable, as he cursed loudly: "Are you damn stupid!"

The driver shrunk back and quickly changed the topic: "Then... Mr. Zhao, what should we do now?"

What to do?

Zhao Zhehai punched the seat back, wishing he could order to run over the two old men kneeling before the car!

But he knew doing so would ruin his life.

Looking at the furious onlookers, Zhao Zhehai felt more anxious and frustrated.

Neither getting out nor staying put was a viable option, truly a severe headache!

However, what he most wanted to know was... who exactly was working against him in secret?

Taking a fall without knowing the opponent—wasn't that the ultimate joke?