After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

The entire storm was triggered by a Weibo post casually made by a female celebrity he didn't know.

Lin Fan rarely watches TV, let alone browses those messy entertainment gossip.

He had never paid attention to the entertainment industry, and he never expected that four photos posted by a so-called popular star with a simple tap of his finger could have such terrifying destructive power, amplified by the internet.

According to his original plan, the store was gradually opening up the takeout window, steadily increasing the daily customer flow to over a thousand people.

Even though he had been instigated by that store-reviewing livestreamer, he took it as just a normal act of jealousy and provocation.

Hang up a sign and close for a couple of days to rest, just like giving yourself a long vacation. After two or three days, when the online buzz naturally subsides and the streets are quiet, you can reopen the doors and resume business as usual.

But things did not calm down as he had expected.

Those livestreamers were willing to take such a risk in order to capture this massive amount of traffic.

By forcibly labeling the police station's legitimate public order guidance as "collusion between officials and businessmen to cover up wrongdoing," a simple price dispute has been incited into a nationwide crackdown on so-called "privileged black shops."

He truly never imagined that some people would be so utterly shameless in their pursuit of traffic.

These people didn't care at all how precious the ingredients inside the buns were.

They don't even care what the truth is.

All they need is a trigger that can ignite everyone's anger: exorbitant breakfast prices, powerless and insignificant livestreamers, oppressed ordinary people, and a mysterious and unscrupulous boss with connections to the highest levels who uses public power to arrest people.

Simply put these elements into a short video template, add a few sobs and mournful music, and hundreds of millions of people will vent and curse according to the emotions they've chosen.

In this era where traffic can be directly converted into money, the truth is worthless; only by inciting conflict and hatred can they make a fortune.

Looking at the crystal-clear spring pond not far away and smelling the fragrance of the soil in the farm, Lin Fan felt the anger in his chest gradually subside.

Let them make a scene; he knows what's going on.

Lin Fan stood up, dusted off his trousers, and exited the farm space.

……

The next morning at 6:30.

As dawn broke over Jiangcheng, a thick, gray morning mist hung heavy over the rooftops of the old houses on Phoenix Golden Street.

Last night, another layer of fine, dry snow fell, and a layer of hard, shiny black ice formed on the road, making it very slippery to walk on.

However, the old street in front of Lin's shop not only failed to regain its former tranquility, but the atmosphere was even more eerie and oppressive than yesterday evening.

A dozen or so men and women, bundled up in thick down jackets, were scattered around the street corners, each holding a garbage bag they had bought from a nearby convenience store.

There were local food vloggers, as well as several short video creators who had just taken an overnight train from a neighboring province the night before.

Knowing they couldn't gather at the main entrance and obstruct traffic, they stretched out their selfie sticks and locked their cameras firmly onto the shop's tightly closed black door.

The white paper with the "Closed indefinitely" sign on the gatepost rustled in the morning breeze.

"Family members!"

A middle-aged man with a goatee lowered his voice and growled into the phone microphone:

"Look everyone! This is the Lin family shop that Dapeng risked his life to expose yesterday!!"

"Normally, this shop would have opened early, but after Da Peng exposed it, they tried to stay closed and pretend nothing happened to avoid the limelight!"

Before he could finish speaking, a series of hurried and noisy footsteps suddenly came from the street corner.

Four or five young men wearing windbreakers with the logo of a short video platform on them, carrying several items in black plastic bags, came menacingly from around the corner of the alley.

The leader, a young man in his early twenties with a burly face, held up his phone and shouted into the camera:

"Brothers, this is the shop! To get justice for Dapeng who was taken away, we have to teach them a lesson today!"

Before he finished speaking, he pulled two rotten eggs out of the plastic bag and swung them at the solid wood door of the Lin family shop!

"Slap! Slap!"

The sticky, foul-smelling egg yolk exploded instantly on the black lacquered door and the hanging wooden sign, releasing a pungent odor.

Immediately afterwards, the several streamers who had been lying in wait not only didn't stop them, but became as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They pushed their tripods forward and pointed the cameras intently at the two puddles of rotten egg liquid, shouting for likes:

"Look everyone! An angry mob has spontaneously come to protest! The unscrupulous business has even had its front door smashed!"

"Stop! What are you little brats doing?!"

In the next alley, 70-year-old neighbor Aunt Wang, wearing a cotton-padded coat, was carrying a small iron pot to get hot water when she saw this scene. She was so angry that the spatula in her hand trembled:

"Is this some kind of lawlessness?! Smashing doors and throwing dirty things on the old street early in the morning! Is there no law at all?!"

The young man who threw the eggs wasn't afraid at all; instead, he puffed out his chest and took out his phone to film Grandma Wang.

"Grandma, mind your own business! We're here on behalf of consumers across the country who have been cheated, to condemn these unscrupulous merchants!"

"You're talking nonsense! Boss Lin is just cooking honestly, what did he do to offend you?!" The old lady's voice changed from anger.

The two young livestreamers next to her swarmed around her like flies to blood, shining their spotlights directly on her face and bombarding her with questions:

"Ma'am, you're so biased towards this store, how much PR money did you get from them? How much do they pay you a month for cleaning up their messes?"

The blinding, pale light shone almost against Grandma Wang's eyelids, causing the old woman to instinctively raise her hand to shield her eyes and stagger back half a step.

"Bullshit!"

The old lady was so angry that she raised her old spatula and slammed it down on the light fixture of the goatee-bearded male anchor.

"A despicable brat, born of a father but uneducated by a mother!"

Aunt Wang pointed at the man's nose and started yelling, "I'm seventy years old! Whose wages do I get for cleaning the floors?"

"Boss Lin regularly serves hot soup to the neighbors and shovels snow and ice. You bunch of foul-mouthed bastards aren't even as good as one of his toes!"

"Blocking people's doors early in the morning, throwing filth and causing a scene—what a heartless bastard!"

The goatee-bearded streamer flinched after being hit with the shovel, but instead of backing down, his eyes glowed green.

"Family members! Did you see that?! They've attacked! The thugs from that shady business are openly assaulting people in the street!"

The goatee suddenly raised the phone even higher, brought his face close to the camera, and shouted in a shrill voice:

"I just asked her a couple of questions, and she immediately hit my camera with a shovel! Everyone, quickly take screenshots and record the screen!"

"This shady establishment is not only exorbitantly priced and ruthless, but even their hired cleaning crew are so arrogant and domineering!"