The younger generation, starting from where the wind blows...

Chapter 129 A Kind-hearted Passerby
"Master, what are you looking at?"

"I didn't see anything—"

Wang Niulang withdrew his gaze and said hesitantly, "That man who just went in, he looks kind of familiar to me."

Zhang Guangzheng asked out of curiosity:
"Like who?"

"Like one of my high school classmates."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a Mercedes car key appeared in front of him.

"Master, go help your 'high school classmate' park the car. He drives a Mercedes C-Class and acts all high and mighty. He can't even be bothered to say a word to you. I don't want to deal with that kind of person."

Wang Niulang glared at Zhang Guangzheng with annoyance.

The apprentice is even bossing his master around?

However, Wang Niulang really wanted to find out Zhuang Yan's identity, so he took the car keys and got into the Mercedes.

hotel lobby.

Yang Tao had just seen off a guest when she turned around and saw Lan Weiwei push the door open and come in.

Lan Weiwei noticed that Yang Tao wasn't attending to guests, so she came over.

Upon meeting, Yang Tao jokingly said to Lan Weiwei, "Are you trying to seduce all the male students at Yanjingmao University by wearing this outfit to campus?"

Lan Weiwei said with no small amount of pride, "Back when I was in school, I've been to your school before. This time, I'll take this opportunity to see if the quality of the boys in your school has improved."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a persistent, haunting voice came from behind him.

"Not yet!"

Zhuang Yan walked through the glass revolving door and jogged all the way to Lan Weiwei.

"Miss Yang is here too."

Zhuang Yan glanced at Yang Tao, who was dressed in professional attire, and secretly praised her.

That figure, that face, that aura.

This is absolutely top-tier, heavenly food.

While stealing glances at Yang Tao, Zhuang Yan didn't forget Lan Weiwei in front of him and began to explain why he had followed them.

"Weiwei, is there something I did wrong? Why are you suddenly so cold to me, and won't even give me a chance to meet and explain?"

"Zhuang Yan, I've already made it very clear to you on the phone. I don't think we're a good match. Please don't come looking for me anymore, okay?"

Lan Weiwei said with a helpless expression.

But how could Zhuang Yan give up so easily? He couldn't possibly give up on Lan Weiwei just because of her figure.

What's more, Lan Weiwei also has Yang Tao, her perfect best friend.

A good woman fears a man's persistence, and this tactic has never failed Zhuang Yan.

"Weiwei, since I'm already here, how about this: I'll invite you and Miss Yang to dinner so I can explain things to you in person."

“Mr. Zhuang, I’m sorry, but Weiwei and I already have plans,” Yang Tao interjected.

Zhuang Yan raised his hand and glanced at his watch.

"Weiwei, aren't you leaving now?"

Lan Weiwei just wanted to get rid of Zhuang Yan's entanglement as soon as possible.

"We'll leave after Peach gets off work."

"Can I buy you a coffee now?"

Seeing Zhuang Yan's pleading expression, Lan Weiwei's heart softened.

The main reason is that there is still more than half an hour before Yang Tao gets off work, and Lan Weiwei is about to go to the lobby bar to order a cup of coffee.

Since there are sycophants willing to pay the bill, why refuse?
Yang Tao frowned as she watched the two walk towards the lobby bar.

Since Lan Weiwei was not planning to continue her relationship with Zhuang Yan, she should have refused him outright from the start.

Continuing this tug-of-war is not good for either side.

Zhuang Yan didn't care; Yang Tao was just worried about Lan Weiwei.

Just then, Wang Niulang, who had just returned from parking his car in the underground garage, caught up with him.

"Mr. Li, here are your car keys."

Zhuang Yan turned around and was stunned when he saw Wang Niulang's face.

"Hey, Li Wei, it really is you!"

Now that Wang Niulang was absolutely certain, he smiled and stepped forward to hand the car keys to Zhuang Yan.

"It's me, Wang Rui. Don't remember me? We were high school classmates!"

Zhuang Yan's expression changed.

Before I could react, Lan Weiwei's voice rang out from the side.

"Zhuang Yan, what's going on? Why is he calling you Li Wei?"

"Who was your high school classmate?"

Zhuang Yan snatched the car keys from Wang Niulang's hand and turned to look angrily at Yang Tao.

"Miss Yang, is this the quality of your Wanfeng Hotel's doormen? Making up some lame excuse to strike up a conversation with a guest?"

Wang Niulang's smile froze instantly.

He was certain he hadn't mistaken the person for someone else; the solemn figure before him was his high school classmate, named Li Wei.

Before the college entrance exam, this bastard borrowed 100 yuan from me, saying he would definitely pay it back before graduation, but then I couldn't find him anymore.

Although ten years have passed, Wang Niulang still keeps in touch with some of his former high school classmates. When they talked about it, they learned that Li Wei had borrowed money from every classmate who was able to get by, and never paid back a single one.

The most impressive thing is that when this guy got married the year before last, he invited a table of his high school classmates to the wedding.

I didn't get the money I borrowed back, and now I have to pay this bastard a sum of money as a wedding gift.

When Wang Niulang heard about this, he was relieved that he had lost contact with Li Wei over the years.

Otherwise, the small amount of money given as a gift is a minor issue; the main problem is that this whole thing is disgusting.

Wang Niulang possessed the unique warmth of an old Yanjing resident. Although he despised Li Wei's behavior, he still felt obliged to greet him since they had met.

Who would have thought that this bastard would turn around and accuse him of randomly striking up conversations?

Yang Tao also came over immediately.

"Mr. Zhuang, please don't be angry. Our doorman may have mistaken you for someone else. I apologize on his behalf."

That's how the service industry works; regardless of whether you're wrong or not, you have to take the initiative to apologize first.

Zhuang Yan glared fiercely at Wang Niulang, his gaze carrying a veiled warning.

For Yang Tao's sake, they didn't pursue the matter further with Wang Niulang.

"Weiwei, this doorman has an eye problem, let's ignore him."

Upon hearing this, Yang Tao quickly gave Wang Niulang a meaningful look, signaling him not to be angry.

Although Wang Niulang felt aggrieved, he had encountered even worse situations during his ten years as a doorman.

I never intended to make a big deal out of it.

Just then, a furious roar came from beside him.

"Who are you calling blind?!"

It's Zhang Guangzheng.

He had just seen the argument starting at the door and immediately ran in, just in time to hear Zhuang Yan cursing Wang Niulang.

The fighting spirit of the Northeasterners finally erupted at this moment.

Zhuang Yan was furious when he saw that the troublemaker was a doorman.

"So what if I said he's blind?"

Ignoring Wang Niulang's advice, Zhang Guangzheng shouted at Zhuang Yan, "Apologize to my master immediately!"

Zhuang Yan looked at Yang Tao as if he had heard a huge joke:

"Manager Yang, one of your hotel doormen mistook me for someone else, and the other was yelling at me. Don't bother pleading for them. No one's face matters anymore. Call your hotel over here and let him be the judge!"

"Mr. Zhuang, I'm so sorry, we—"

Before Yang Tao could finish speaking, a voice suddenly rang out from the side, interrupting her apology.

"Hello, is this Longquan Police Station? Yes, I want to report a disturbance at Wanfeng Hotel. Please send someone to handle this!"

Yang Muyi deliberately put the phone on speakerphone, so that everyone present could hear the entire process of him calling the police.

Everyone was stunned for a moment. Zhuang Yan was the first to react. He walked up to Yang Muye in a fit of rage, intending to loudly question Yang Muye about why he was meddling in other people's business.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that Yang Muye was tall and strong, not the weak and easily bullied pretty boy he had initially imagined.

Even though he walked over aggressively, he was still no match for the oppressive feeling brought by Yang Muye's height and physique.

As someone who frequents the gym, Zhuang Yan could tell at a glance that Yang Muye's imposing physique was the result of natural training, unlike his own, which was achieved through technology.

His arrogance immediately diminished.

He didn't dare point his finger at Yang Muye's nose, but only dared to ask, "Who are you? Who told you to call the police?"

“I am a friend of Manager Yang, and I am also acquaintances of these two doormen. Didn’t you want to find the hotel manager to settle this matter? No one is as helpful as Uncle Hat in this kind of thing, so I called the police. You’re welcome. I’m just a concerned citizen of Chaoyang who happened to be passing by.”

What the hell are these enthusiastic Chaoyang residents?!
Zhuang Yan wasn't stupid; how could he not hear the strong sarcasm in those words? He immediately warned, "Call me again right now and tell the police station that this is a misunderstanding!"

Yang Muye shook his head: "Making a false police report constitutes disturbing public order, and regardless of the severity of the offense, it will result in detention."

Zhuang Yan grew anxious and pointed his finger at Yang Muye:
"Are you deliberately picking a fight, kid?"

Yang Muye looked disdainful.

You only just realized that?

Zhuang Yan pointed forcefully at Yang Muye and said sternly, "Fine, then we'll just wait for Uncle Hat to handle it."

Yang Muye ignored the outwardly fierce but inwardly weak Zhuang Yan and instead turned to look at Yang Tao.

"Won't calling the police have any impact on your hotel?"

Generally speaking, it won't have any impact, but—

Yang Tao hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to believe Yang Muye.

Yang Muyi then turned to look at Wang Niulang and Zhang Guangzheng.

"What about you two? Aren't you afraid of losing your jobs?"

"afraid."

Zhang Guangzheng spoke the truth.

He had calmed down by now, but he didn't regret it.

More than losing his job, Zhang Guangzheng craves the respect of others.

They are doormen, not servants to be ordered around at will.

When it was Wang Niulang's turn to speak, everyone thought he would choose to settle things quietly, but instead, Wang Niulang uttered:
"I'm not afraid because I don't think I did anything wrong."

Yang Muye nodded in satisfaction.

When it comes to important matters, Zhang Guangzheng is no slouch, and Wang Niulang is no fool either.

It wasn't in vain that I stood up for the two of them.

Yang Tao finally realized what was happening and turned to look at Zhuang Yan, who was clearly starting to panic:
"Mr. Zhuang, what exactly is going on?"

Lan Weiwei also stepped forward and loudly questioned:

"Yes, Zhuang Yan, this person calls you Li Wei and says he's your high school classmate. He says he's not lying, but what about you?"

"Weiwei, didn't I just explain to you? This doorman has mistaken me for someone else; I don't know him at all!"

Zhuang Yan continued to argue.

His eyes darted around as he spoke, which made Yang Tao, who was standing next to him, even more suspicious.

While Zhuang Yan was still explaining to Lan Weiwei, Yang Tao walked to the front desk and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Security department? There's a situation in the lobby. Could you please send two people over to assist us?"

Soon, two hotel security guards came in, and Uncle Hat also arrived.

"Who called the police? What happened?"

"it's me."

Yang Muye stepped forward.

“We encountered a scammer who was about to defraud this woman. After being exposed by the hotel doorman, he deliberately verbally abused her and caused trouble!”

Before he could finish speaking, Zhuang Yan cried out that he was aggrieved.

“Officer, this man is talking nonsense. How could I be a liar? And this doorman, they’re all in cahoots, deliberately trying to cause me trouble.”

Seeing that both sides had their own version of events, Uncle Hat immediately asked both sides to show their identification.

Yang Muye didn't bring his ID card, and neither did Zhuang Yan.

At this moment, Yang Tao spoke up first, testifying on behalf of Yang Muye.

"This gentleman is a guest of our hotel, and his identity information is registered in our computer system."

Uncle Hat checked Yang Muye's identity information on the computer at the front desk, and then asked Zhuang Yan to show him identification.

Zhuang Yan insisted that he did not bring his ID card.

As luck would have it, Wang Niulang's voice rang out.

"Officer, this swindler came by car, and his driver's license and vehicle registration should be in the car."

Uncle Hat immediately looked at Zhuang Yan.

His solemn face turned deathly pale in an instant.

"Yes, yes, my driver's license and vehicle registration are in the car. I'll go get them now."

As he spoke, he started to walk towards the door.

"Mr. Zhuang, you're going the wrong way. To get to the underground parking lot, you take the elevator from this side."

Yang Tao kindly reminded her.

Zhuang Yan turned around awkwardly and walked towards the elevator with a stiff upper lip.

"Officer, I parked this conman's car. Could you please ask him to hand over the car keys so I can get his documents?"

Zhuang Yan was starting to panic.

"No, there are my valuables in the car, I have to go get them myself."

Uncle Hat had already realized that Zhuang Yan was problematic.

"Sir, please provide your ID number and name so I can verify your identity directly through the police station's computer."

"Officer, I... I can't remember a few digits of my ID number. Should I go to the car and get my driver's license?"

Uncle Hat's gaze suddenly turned stern.

"You stay here and have the hotel send someone to your car to retrieve your documents."

"But the ones in my car are expensive—"

Before Zhuang Yan could finish speaking, Yang Tao's voice rang out.

“There are surveillance cameras in the underground parking lot. If valuables are stolen from your car, you can check the surveillance footage to find out who did it.”

Left with no other choice, Zhuang Yan had to hand over his car keys.

Wang Niulang took the keys, and soon after, he brought out a solemn driver's license and vehicle registration.

Before the documents could be handed to Uncle Hat, Wang Niulang stepped forward and grabbed Zhuang Yan by the collar.

"Li Wei, you son of a bitch, didn't you just say I was blind and mistook you for someone else? Tell me, which son of a bitch owns this ID?"

Uncle Hat stepped forward to separate the two and took the solemn identification documents.

"Your name is Li Wei, right?"

Zhuang Yan's mouth moved as if he was about to answer.

Snapped!
Lan Weiwei walked up and slapped Zhuang Yan across the face.

"You actually lied to me using a fake identity. Tell me, was everything you told me a lie?"

Zhuang Yan avoided eye contact with Lan Weiwei, his gaze darting away.

"This grandson got married two years ago. You can find out by checking with the police station!"

Wang Niulang delivered another blow.

Lan Weiwei was so angry that she raised her foot to kick this despicable liar, but fortunately Yang Tao pulled her away in time.

In the end, "Zhuangyan" was taken away by Uncle Hat, and Lan Weiwei and Wang Niulang also went to the police station to testify.

Yang Tao happened to be off work at that moment, so she immediately offered to treat Yang Muyi to a big meal to reward this enthusiastic Chaoyang resident.

(End of this chapter)