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Chapter 96 Cyber ​​Street Scoundrels

The Boeing 777 passenger plane flew smoothly above the stratosphere.

Lin Feng lay comfortably in the spacious first-class seat that could recline 180 degrees, covered with a soft cashmere blanket.

A smiling flight attendant in uniform had just taken away his clean caviar plate and then refilled his glass with a bubbling Dom Pérignon champagne.

Lin Feng picked up the crystal goblet, took a sip of the cool, refreshing wine, and let out a satisfied sigh.

Compared to the miserable experience of not being able to stretch my legs in economy class when I returned home, this is the kind of travel treatment that people of my level should receive.

It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance; the ancients were right.

After a satisfying meal, with more than half the flight to go before landing at London Heathrow Airport, the cabin lights were dimmed, and most passengers put on eye masks and drifted off to sleep.

Lin Feng was wide awake. He connected to the aircraft's satellite Wi-Fi and took out his phone to browse the internet.

He first opened TikTok, a Chinese video-sharing platform.

Over the past six months, his number of followers on Douyin has skyrocketed to an astonishing level due to his various outrageous actions and outrageous remarks. However, because he is too busy with competitions, he usually leaves his account to his public relations team to manage and rarely looks at it himself.

Having nothing to do today, he opened his homepage and started browsing through his posts from the past six months.

The first pinned video is still from March, showing him standing on the highest podium for the first time at the Jeddah coastal circuit, holding the trophy high.

The accompanying text at the time was very official: "Where dreams begin, thank you for everyone's support."

Opening the comments section, the most liked comment is very eye-catching.

[Chaoyang's Number One Handsome Man]: Lin Shen, that big trophy in your hand looks shiny and golden, is it pure gold? Will it leave a tooth mark if I bite into it?

Lin Feng replied directly below: "[It wasn't pure gold. I bit into it and broke half my tooth. It cost me 200 yuan to get it fixed when I got back to China, and I still haven't asked the organizers for reimbursement.]"

Scroll down further, and you'll find a daily update from May.

In the video, Lin Feng is sitting in a fast food restaurant, eating a giant double beef burger without any regard for his image, his mouth covered in sauce.

The top-rated comment was a concerned question.

[Fitness Guru Lao Li]: As a top professional athlete, aren't you worried about exceeding your body fat percentage and affecting your performance by consuming such a high-calorie carbohydrate bomb during a competition? Where is your self-discipline?!

Lin Feng's fingers flew across the screen as he replied cheekily: "Don't worry, Brother Li, I spend two hours every day on my way to work shaking my head in the car. The calories I burn are enough for me to eat two more family buckets of instant noodles."

As he scrolled through the pages, he came across a post that had just been updated a few days ago.

That was a clip from a Vlog I filmed with Eileen Gu. The scene cut to him on a duck boat in Beihai Park, where he was frantically pedaling like a whirlwind.

The comment section was filled with laughter and mockery.

[Netizen]: Help! Can anyone tell me who that laborer in the background, pedaling the duck boat like a hamster, is? It's so pitiful!

Lin Feng took a deep breath and typed a clarification: [Please be careful with your wording, this is a professional driver undergoing high-intensity leg strength resistance training.]

After browsing through domestic social media and leaving behind a bunch of quirky replies that left netizens scratching their heads, Lin Feng contentedly switched out of Douyin and opened Twitter.

He wanted to see what shady things his idle colleagues were up to during their summer break.

The first thing that pops up on the homepage is Russell's post.

In the photo, Russell is shirtless on the deck of a luxury yacht with the azure Mediterranean Sea in the background. He is wearing sunglasses, with his hands on his hips, and his abs are clearly visible. He is striking a pose like a male model.

Caption: [Catching the last days of summer.]

Lin Feng looked at the contrived photo, sneered, and commented directly below: "George, how long did you hold your breath to take this picture? Be careful you don't suffocate and fall into the sea."

After posting this, he continued scrolling down.

Next up was Norris. He posted a video of himself in a nightclub in Ibiza, Spain, wearing huge headphones and spinning records like crazy on a DJ booth while the foreigners below danced wildly.

Lin Feng typed without hesitation: "Lando, your song-changing skills aren't even as smooth as my ten-year-old washing machine. Leave those innocent speakers alone; they didn't do anything wrong."

Next up is Verstappen's update.

While other drivers were vacationing and partying at the beach, this big shot posted a screenshot filled with dense data, captioned:

[Just won the Spa 24 Hours endurance race on iRacing! Perfect teamwork!]

Lin Feng rolled his eyes.

This guy is hopeless. He's on vacation for a month, and I bet he'll spend 29 of those days glued to the simulator seat.

He commented mercilessly: "Max, do you even know what the sun looks like? Go outside and see some real green plants, don't let your muscles atrophy!"

After offending every colleague he could in the entire arena, Lin Feng felt refreshed. He locked his phone, adjusted his seat back, put on an eye mask, and, slightly tipsy from the champagne, drifted off to sleep.

More than ten hours later, the flight landed smoothly at London Heathrow Airport.

The weather in London was perfectly cooperative, with a light, chilly drizzle falling, completely keeping the heat of BJ thousands of kilometers away.

Lin Feng waited at the baggage carousel for a long time before finally receiving his two checked suitcases, each weighing thirty kilograms.

He slung his backpack over his shoulder, pushed a huge box in each hand, and mingled with the crowd, heading towards the green channel for "no items to declare".

Heathrow Airport's customs is known for its strictness. Several uniformed customs officers with serious expressions stood at the entrance of the passageway, their eyes fixed intently on every passenger who came out.

Lin Feng lowered the brim of his hat, trying to make himself look like an ordinary international student, and strode forward pushing his suitcase.

Just as he was about to step out of the green channel.

"Sir, please wait a moment. The Asian gentleman over there, the one pushing the two silver suitcases."

A burly British customs officer with a thick beard reached out and blocked Lin Feng's path, pointing to the inspection table next to him.

"Please bring your luggage over for a routine check."

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat.

Of course he knew what was in his box—his mother had secretly slipped in roast duck from Quanjude and her secret-recipe beef chili sauce.

British customs has extremely strict controls on the entry of meat products. If they are found to be confiscated, the products may be subject to hefty fines and even a negative record.

"Sir, I'm just a student who's come back to school. My suitcase is full of clothes and books." Lin Feng put on an innocent smile, trying to fool them.

"Whether it's clothes or books, we'll know once we open it. Please cooperate, sir." The customs officer said expressionlessly, patting the inspection table.

There's no escaping it now.

Lin Feng had no choice but to bite the bullet and carry one of the heaviest boxes onto the inspection table.

"The password is 000, sir. You can open it yourself." Lin Feng crossed his arms, striking a nonchalant pose, but his mind was racing, searching for a solution.

Customs officials unlocked the combination lock, and with a "click," the metal clasp popped open.

The moment the box was opened, even the most experienced customs officials were stunned.

There were no clothes or books inside the box. On the top shelf lay two flat objects, vacuum-sealed and strangely purplish-brown in color. Beside these flat objects were three suspicious liquids in transparent glass jars, containing bubbling red chili oil and unidentified black lumps.

Customs officials were on high alert. They immediately put on white gloves, carefully picked up the flat, vacuum-packed object, and examined it closely.

"Sir, could you explain to me what this thing, which looks like the remains of a flattened bird, is?" The official's eyes sharpened instantly. "According to British law, poultry products that have not been inspected are strictly prohibited from entering the country."

"Sir, you've misunderstood!" Lin Feng immediately straightened his back, his expression becoming extremely solemn, as if he were discussing a profound art.

"This is not a bird carcass. It's a culinary masterpiece from an ancient Eastern country—a Peking duck! It has been roasted at over 200 degrees Celsius, showing no signs of life, not even a single bacterium could survive. It's a completely safe, cooked food, a back-to-school gift my mother specially prepared for me."

The official frowned, clearly not entirely convinced by this explanation.

He put down the roast duck and picked up the bright red jar of beef chili sauce.

"And what about this? What are those black chunks of meat in this liquid that looks like a biohazard? I need you to provide proof of its composition," the official asked warily, shaking the glass jar.

Lin Feng knew that he absolutely could not mention the word "beef" at this moment; if he did, he would definitely lose those jars of sauce.

He took a deep breath and began his Oscar-worthy performance.

"Sir, this thing in your hand is called Oriental Mysterious Vitality Sauce." Lin Feng lowered his voice, his tone mysterious. "This isn't just any ordinary meat. Those black lumps are an extremely rare soybean protein extract, fermented for forty-nine days and made by simmering it with more than a dozen kinds of pure natural plant spices."

"Soy protein extract?" The customs official looked at him with disbelief. "But it looks exactly like minced meat."

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"That's just a smokescreen, sir," Lin Feng said with a straight face, spouting nonsense. "To cater to the tastes of our overseas students, Chinese food scientists have specially made soybeans to taste like meat. It's entirely plant-based, green and healthy, and absolutely does not violate any meat import regulations!"

To increase credibility, Lin Feng even sighed deliberately and put on a sincere expression.

"Sir, you're British, you should know very well. We're new here, and our stomachs are really struggling to adapt to your country's famous fish and chips and Stargazing pie. Without this bit of home-style hot sauce to keep me going, I might faint in class from malnutrition for the rest of the semester. You wouldn't want to see a young person who loves learning starve to death in London, would you?"

When the customs official heard "fish and chips and stargazing pie," his eye twitched noticeably.

Looking at the handsome and sincere young man in front of him, the official's tense facial muscles relaxed slightly.

He weighed the chili sauce in his hand, then looked at the vacuum-packed roast duck. The roast duck was indeed fully cooked and vacuum-packed; generally, for small quantities of cooked food intended for personal use, this practice could be waived in practice.

As for those jars of chili sauce, the labels were all in Chinese, and Lin Feng insisted that they were made of soy protein, so he didn't bother to open them and send them for testing.

"Alright, young man." The customs officer put the hot sauce back in the suitcase, took off his white gloves, and said, "I can let you bring these in. But I must warn you, don't bring in food with this kind of unidentified packaging next time. If it's a different inspector next time, you won't be so lucky!"

"Thank you so much for your understanding, sir! May God bless the British fish and chips to taste even better!" Lin Feng quickly fastened the box, expressing his deepest gratitude.

"Hurry up and move along, don't block the people behind you." The official waved his hand impatiently.

Lin Feng pushed the two suitcases and sprinted away from the inspection area, fearing that the official might change his mind.

Stepping out of the airport terminal, the gray London sky came into view, and the pickup van had been waiting by the roadside for quite some time.

The driver quickly got out of the car and helped carry the two heavy boxes into the trunk.

Lin Feng got into the car, exhaled a breath of stale air, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"That was close. These British customs officers are indeed formidable, they're really hard to deal with."

The van slowly drove out of the airport and merged into London's congested traffic.

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