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

"The reason for this is that you're ripping off ordinary people by selling overpriced, shoddy food! Four pan-fried buns cost 188 yuan! A cup of soy milk costs 100 yuan!"

"Dapeng was silenced simply for asking on behalf of ordinary people why things are so expensive!"

The goatee got more and more excited as he talked, and shouted loudly to the early-rising neighbors who had stopped to watch the commotion:

"Everyone, be the judge! What respectable restaurant would dare charge two hundred yuan for four steamed buns?! Isn't this blatant robbery?! How do you explain this price?!"

Several young passersby who had been watching the commotion couldn't help but whisper among themselves when they heard the number:

"One hundred and eighty-eight pan-fried buns...that's ridiculously expensive."

"Yes, even the crab roe buns at a five-star hotel's dim sum don't cost this much."

Hearing the whispers around him, a smug smirk reappeared on the goatee's face. He stared at Lin Fan defiantly, waiting for him to reveal any weakness or exasperation.

However, Lin Fan simply withdrew his hand from the monitor, looked at the goatee, and spoke calmly and composedly:

"My shop has always had a price list written on the blackboard in front of the door, and price tags are also posted inside the shop. Every dish and every bowl of noodles is clearly priced."

Lin Fan said calmly, "From the first day I put up the sign on Golden Street, this has been the price. It hasn't increased by a single penny since then, and I haven't raised the price arbitrarily."

"My business license, tax certificate, and food business license are all legitimate documents, and they are all publicly displayed."

"I use black mountain pork and first-harvest golden silk snow soybeans. The sourcing channels are clean and the quality of the ingredients is worth every penny."

Lin Fan glanced at the goatee, his tone calm and straightforward:

"I think my skills and ingredients are worth the price, and the customers who come in and sit down also feel that it is worth the price."

"Buying and selling is a voluntary process. If you think it's too expensive or not worth it, the street is wide enough that no one is forcing you to pay a single penny."

"As for why Dapeng was taken away..."

Lin Fan's eyes turned slightly cold: "He was taken away not because he asked about the price, but because he led dozens of people to block public roads, obstruct the passage of others, and shout and curse loudly in business premises, disturbing public order."

"If you really think the prices are in violation of regulations, you can submit a complaint to the Market Supervision Administration or the Price Bureau with your real name. The relevant departments have a complete cost verification process."

"But they used the guise of being consumers to gather crowds, smash doors, throw dirty water and rotten eggs at the elderly..."

Lin Fan stepped forward, looking down at the man with the goatee: "This is called provoking trouble, not protecting one's rights."

These words were spoken clearly and logically, with well-founded evidence.

The entire old alley was so quiet that only the sound of the north wind could be heard.

Several small-time livestreamers who had been huddled in the back watching the commotion exchanged bewildered glances, their hands trembling as they could barely lift their phones.

Meanwhile, through the action camera lens mounted on Goatee's chest, the trend of comments in the live stream, after a brief pause, began to subtly reverse:

"Wait a minute... this boss's logic is pretty clear, there's nothing wrong with it."

"The prices are clearly displayed at the entrance; they're not trying to rip you off at the checkout. If you think it's too expensive, just don't buy it, right?"

"Yeah, why bring rotten eggs when it's a normal protest? This is clearly just a deliberate attempt to sabotage the event!"

"Dapeng cut out the whole story from yesterday's video. So they were the ones who blocked the door and caused trouble first?!"

As he watched the barrage of questioning comments scrolling rapidly across the live stream screen, Goatee felt a sudden chill run down his spine, and large beads of cold sweat poured down his forehead.

The previously one-sided public opinion wave instantly cracked after Lin Fan's positive response!

These netizens watching the spectacle may be easily swayed by emotions, but they are not blind.

Anyone with eyes can see who is causing trouble.

Lin Fan ignored him.

He turned around and coldly glanced at the young man in the windbreaker who was lying in the snow and mud, clutching his broken nose and groaning.

The young man, his face covered in blood, met Lin Fan's cold gaze and trembled with fear, scrambling back half a foot.

"Waaaaah—! Waaaaah—!!"

Two piercing sirens suddenly rang out at the entrance of the dry, cold alleyway in the early morning!

Two standard patrol cars bearing the police logo were parked one after the other at the intersection on the east side of Jin Street. The doors were opened, and three police officers in winter duty uniforms and two auxiliary police officers rushed out through the thin mist.

The middle-aged police officer in charge, Officer Zhang, had a serious expression and was carrying a multi-functional police flashlight. As soon as he approached, he was sternly disgusted by the stench that permeated the air.

"What are you doing?! What are you all doing making a scene here so early in the morning?! Everyone back up! Don't move!"

Officer Zhang shouted a stern rebuke, his eyes quickly scanning the entire scene.

The scene before me was a complete mess.

A shattered phone screen and twisted tripod parts were scattered all over the ground. Two pools of blackened, rotten egg liquid hung on the shop door. Across the street, half a red brick was embedded in the old blue brick wall, creating a fist-sized crater surrounded by mud.

A young man, his face covered in blood and his clothes stained black and yellow, was lying on the ground, groaning and covering his nose.

When the goatee saw the police arrive, he was first taken aback, then his face lit up with the wild joy of someone who had grasped a lifeline.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pointed at Lin Fan and Su Xiaoxiao, and charged forward, howling in his hoarse voice:

"Officers! Help! Arrest these thugs immediately!!"

The goatee pointed to his bluish-purple half-face, spitting far away:

"We are just regular independent media creators who record videos of restaurant reviews!"

"We just came to ask them why they were charging so much, and those heartless shopkeepers got angry and started hitting me with an iron shovel. Then this waitress rushed out and broke my nose with two punches!"

The female anchor in the red down jacket also quickly stepped forward, holding up her spare phone to complain:

"Yes, officers! Look at that young man lying on the ground, he's almost beaten to death!"

"Then the boss rushed out and threw bricks at people! We have hundreds of thousands of people watching the live stream as witnesses; this was intentional murder!"

The young man in the windbreaker was lying in the mud. Upon seeing the police, he immediately collapsed to the ground and rolled around, screaming like a pig being slaughtered.

"Officer, ouch... my back is broken... I'm bleeding a lot, I need to go to the hospital for a forensic examination, I want them to spend the rest of their lives in jail!!"

Officer Zhang glanced down at the bloodstains on the ground and the young man's injuries, his expression grave. He then turned to look at Lin Fan, who stood calmly in front of the steps.