Chapter Eighty-One: Slapping the Face of a Passerby, Fleeing in Disarray

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  When a person achieves extraordinary accomplishments and enviable wealth, they must also bear corresponding social responsibilities, whether environmental or charitable.

  As someone famous once said: "Wealth and enjoyment are only a kind of loneliness, no matter how much wealth you have."

  When Gao Nainai, who wanted to adopt Lanlan, the orphan of a car accident, was questioned by people and faced severe doubts about money at that moment, a clear and crisp voice suddenly rang out: "Is it Gao Nainai? I am willing to donate 11,000 yuan to support you."

  As soon as the words fell, under the gaze of nearly a hundred people turning their heads and bodies, under the unbelieving stare of an old woman dressed in simple and even outdated clothes, under the curious measurement of a small girl who was already hugged by the old woman but still poked her head out, a young man pushing a bicycle, wearing a raincoat but with his hat removed, tall and handsome (nearly 180 cm) quickly walked into the center of the crowd.

  "Are you Grandma Gao? You can call me Little Tang."

  The young man parked his bicycle, then quickly and stealthily glanced around, still parked on the side of the road was a car accident victim covered with a black quilt. He let out a gentle sigh, and calmly nodded at the old woman who was still in a state of disbelief, and the poor little girl with tear stains on her face, and said: "I just heard some unfortunate news about this little girl outside, I'm very sorry and regretful, so I hope to lend a hand and do what I can to help."

  "You... what you said... is it true?"

  Lao Yu, also known as Gao Nainai, still couldn't believe it because she had never encountered such a thing before. She didn't know this person at all, yet they were willing to spend over 10,000 yuan just to do a good deed. And besides, wasn't this young man a bit too young? He was riding a broken-down bicycle, did he have that kind of ability?

  They say you can't judge a person by their appearance, but you're dressed so shabbily, who would really remember the old saying? Moreover, you said you wanted to donate over 10,000 yuan? If you have the ability to do good deeds like that, no need to mention other things, shouldn't it be easy for you to change to a motorcycle? So why are you still riding a bicycle?

  Riding a bicycle is fine, but your car has rust and paint peeling everywhere. Is this really something that someone who wants to do good deeds with their money would casually spend over 10,000 yuan on?

  So at this moment, it was not only Grandma Gao who was suspicious, but also the onlookers around her began to whisper and discuss among themselves.

  "Isn't this young man stupid? He's dressed so poorly (because of the rain, someone has already gotten his pants and shoes dirty, looking very disheveled), and his hair is also so simple, yet he still dares to boast about donating 10,000?"

  "Nowadays, there are all kinds of people in this society, looking like a talented and capable person on the surface, but unexpectedly so unreliable!"

  "Swindlers have no bottom line. Others are already so unfortunate, yet he's young and making such low-level jokes. His upbringing is really something!"

  ……

  "I..."

  When he heard what Old Lady Gao said, someone was originally going to directly take out money to dispel her doubts, and his hand had already reached into his pocket and touched the bulging wallet containing over 10,000 yuan. However, when his now extremely sensitive ears suddenly picked up the discussions of the onlookers beside him, he felt a surge of frustration and at the same time, an idea to "slap her in the face" suddenly arose.

  Some people even suspect that there is a problem with his upbringing, which is absolutely unacceptable. Because the issue of upbringing directly involves one's own parents and elders!

  So he simply lowered his head with a gloomy face and let them continue to express their "far-sighted" views.

  When the time comes, if he really slaps him in the face, that will be loud!

  Humans are such peculiar creatures that if you don't actively defend yourself and present evidence, but instead play the "silence is golden" game, then sorry to say, others will only become more suspicious of you and even intensify their vicious attacks on you.

  For example, at this moment, when the person who has decided to "slap in the face" on the spot is silent, even many of the onlookers who didn't speak up earlier are whispering to each other, and the topic is getting more and more unpleasant, and it's being dragged further and further away, even to the point of being linked to swindlers and human traffickers.

  Obviously, a handsome man named Xiao Tang standing in the center of the crowd, with an increasingly gloomy face and furrowed brows, has already become a symbol of swindler + human trafficker.

  "That's enough, everyone should have finished speaking by now?" A loud voice suddenly echoed throughout the room.

  Seeing this group of onlookers who didn't mind making a big deal out of nothing, the things they said became more and more absurd, even bordering on personal attacks. Brother Xiao finally couldn't bear to let them continue spouting nonsense, lest he himself have the urge to physically fight them.

  He immediately let out a loud roar, then raised his head. In the midst of nearly a hundred people being silent and looking up, he directly pulled out a bulging wallet from his pocket, opened it, and took out a stack of bright red money.

  "There are many people in this world who often question others, some doubts are justified and understandable, but those without reason, I believe no one would want to say another word to them!"

  On the one hand, he was rustling through the red envelopes in his hands, while on the other hand, he was loudly ridiculing and criticizing the vicious mentality of some people. Then, he directly handed over a stack of at least over 10,000 yuan in red envelopes to Grandma Gao, who was stunned, and said gently: "Grandma Gao, I don't have any extra money either, so take this money first and raise Lanlan well until she grows up. Especially, comfort her often, don't let her develop some psychological problems because of her mother's things."

  "Ah... Ah..." Old Lady Gao's withered hand, clutching the money, trembled uncontrollably. Her toothless mouth opened and closed several times, but she couldn't utter a word. Her cloudy old eyes were filled with tears, and her red-rimmed eyes fixed on the young man in front of her, who wore a smiling expression.

  "Alright, it's fine now!" Xiaosan said, patting the timid little girl Lanlan on the head again. He smiled and told her: "Little sister don't worry, from now on Grandma Gao will take good care of you. Remember to study hard in school, listen carefully in class, be a well-behaved student and a good girl. If I have time and opportunity, I'll come visit you too."

  After finishing his speech, Xiaosan stood up and scanned the surrounding crowd with a quiet and ashamed expression. He shook his head and waved goodbye to the stunned woman staring at him, then pushed his parked bicycle and continued on his way.

  "You, you're Tang Xiansheng?"

  Suddenly, a loud voice shouted out of nowhere.

  "It wasn't me!" someone responded without turning their head, but then suddenly quickened their pace and had already crossed the circle of onlookers in just a few seconds.

  "That's right, he is Tang Xiao, the emperor of mimicry who has been frequently mentioned on the radio these past few days!"

  As soon as someone had sat on the bicycle, this time almost several people suddenly shouted and some were already ready to run.

  "Is he famous? What's his job?" A belatedly reacting guy blinked, grabbed a fellow who wanted to rush up and asked curiously.

  "Get out of my way! I want to get his autograph!" The poor guy who was being pulled away didn't want to explain, or rather he didn't want to explain at this moment. He had been muttering to himself for several times already, and now that he finally met him, how could he not ask for an autograph?

  "Tell me what he's doing!" The guy who was pulling him also didn't let go, and even used both hands to completely hug the poor guy.

  "Let me go... Can I explain?"

  Those unlucky guys, how infuriating! He was actually being hugged by a man, and to make matters worse, it was one of those with a strong body odor that almost made him pass out. So, he could only struggle free in distress and quickly said: "Go find the newspapers from the past few days, either the social or entertainment section will do, if possible use a computer to search for 'The Emperor of Imitation' Tang Xiao Shuai, just take a look and you'll understand!"

  After finishing the sentence, the unlucky guy finally broke free from the embrace of the man full of body odor. Then, when he wanted to catch up again, he found that almost everyone around him was running and shouting: "Tang Xiao, little Tang, stop and take a photo with us (I want an autograph)!"

  However, unfortunately, they all started too late, because someone riding a bike without obstruction was already accelerating at full speed, riding an old bicycle as fast as a lady's lightweight motorcycle, and soon left all the pursuers behind, directly passing through a large curve in front, after that, everyone couldn't see it anymore.

  "This world is indeed still unpredictable!"

  When the dizzy and confused Old Lady was awakened by everyone's "enthusiasm", when she saw a huge sum of money in her hand, she couldn't help but stroke Lanlan's small face with tears in her eyes and sighed.