Chapter 50

On Monday afternoon, Jia Hongjian and his mother, Su Ping, were waiting at the bus stop for the bus to Xujiahui. Before long, the bus arrived, and the two of them got on and found a good seat. At that moment, they suddenly heard two drivers chatting in Shanghainese as they changed shifts: "Old Zhu, did you watch 'Oriental Horizon' yesterday?"

"Yes, I did. That Jia, what’s his name, that little kid is great! Nowadays, who does anything without wanting money? You tell me, isn’t that right? Back in the day, they said we workers were the most glorious, but now, if we take our wages, we become counter-revolutionaries, right?" The middle-aged driver who was about to get off said with obvious displeasure.

"That’s right. Didn’t the old sewer worker Shi Chuanxiang get praised back then? Didn’t he even shake hands with the state president? Wasn’t he still getting paid?" The middle-aged female driver who was about to get on also said with displeasure, "Those stinky old ninth-rank scholars are just like this, so pedantic. No wonder a few years ago they said that those who study nuclear bombs are not as good as those who sell tea eggs. Damn, these old ninth-rank scholars have read so many books that their brains have become rigid..."

Hearing this, Su Ping tried hard to suppress her laughter and secretly glanced at her son. She was overjoyed to hear someone supporting her son, Jia Hongjian, more so than if she herself had been praised. Jia Hongjian was also smiling slightly, understanding the implications behind the conversation. Although ordinary people hadn’t yet started to dismiss experts’ words as they did in the 21st century, they were indeed beginning to look down on scholars who spoke irresponsibly.

"Are you talking about Jia Hongjian, the one who exposes fake goods?" A middle-aged woman who was about to get on the bus asked the two chatting drivers. After receiving their confirmation, she also became excited and said, "I agree. Jia Hongjian is such a good kid, right? What’s wrong with exposing fake goods to make money? If it helps people buy fewer fake goods, isn’t that a great contribution? What’s wrong with getting some money? Right? I think if Jia Hongjian continues, in a few years, people will definitely give him banners of praise, right?"

"That’s right. This spring, I bought a pair of leather shoes at the mall for 80 yuan, but the soles were made of cardboard! And it was from a big mall! When I went to complain, they only offered to exchange them... Someone should have taken care of these fake goods sellers a long time ago!" The passengers on the bus also became agitated.

In just a few minutes, the passengers who kept boarding began to discuss the matter together. In their mouths, Jia Hongjian was almost a young Robin Hood at the end of the century, a little hero who stood up for the people’s interests against dark forces. However, these passengers didn’t notice that a mother and son were smiling silently in the bus, and they didn’t realize that the main character they were discussing was actually right there with them...

However, the scene changed completely when Jia Hongjian returned to his dormitory!

First, Jia Jingxing saw Jia Hongjian preparing to return to the dormitory on campus. He was as excited as if he himself had appeared on TV to refute those experts, "Uncle, you’re back? You were amazing on TV! Those rhetorical questions really spoke my mind! My dad said I should learn from you! And that line about fighting the monster called reality, damn, it was so cool!"

Before Jia Hongjian could say anything, his nephew directly reached out and grabbed the suitcase he was carrying. "Uncle, let’s go back to the dorm! You don’t know how legendary your appearance on TV has become in our school! Everyone is talking about it! Everyone is waiting for you to return to school!"

Just as Jia Hongjian was about to say something, he felt a strong pat on his shoulder. The old man from the gatehouse had somehow appeared behind him, "From what you just said, you must be Jia Hongjian? Yes, yes! Your build looks like the one who came to the gatehouse that day! Good boy! It’s great that you’re willing to do something for the people, really making our school proud! Oh, your parents must be so proud of you!"

The old man’s praise was just the beginning. When Jia Hongjian and his nephew walked to the canteen entrance, they were immediately spotted by Zhao Ziyuan and other classmates. As they approached to praise Jia Hongjian, the students around them, who were about to have lunch or dinner, were gradually attracted by the mention of "Hongjian." In the end, Jia Hongjian and his nephew were surrounded by layers of people!

"Hongjian, your appearance on TV was amazing!" "That’s right! My parents even called me today to ask if the Hongjian on TV was the one I mentioned when I came home, and they told me to learn from you!" "Well said!" "Hongjian, you really made our Experimental School proud! From now on, we can brag to our old classmates that we are your classmates, right?" "That’s right, that’s right!" ...

Being surrounded and praised by dozens of people was something Jia Hongjian had never experienced in his life. Listening to so many classmates’ praise, he felt a bit shy.

At this moment, Qiao Hui, who was also in Class 5, Grade 1, was going to the canteen with a few other roommates. As they approached the canteen entrance, they suddenly saw a crowd not far away. "What’s going on? Did someone get hit?" Qiao Hui asked in confusion. "I don’t think so? There are no cars in our school..." "Looking at their excited chatter, it doesn’t seem like someone got hit. Maybe it’s a fight over a girl?"

Qiao Hui, with her sharp eyes, suddenly noticed that many of the people in the crowd were from their class. "Isn’t it Hongjian who’s back?" Qiao Hui asked herself. "What? Hongjian is back? Did you see him?" Her roommates, who had just gotten used to calling him "Hongjian," immediately became excited upon hearing the name.

"No, I didn’t see him, but I have a feeling it’s... " Qiao Hui herself also felt a bit excited. This feeling was like when a hero from her family returned from afar, making her family feel a sense of pride and glory.

"It really is Hongjian! Look, Hongjian is coming out!" One of her roommates suddenly shouted, and Qiao Hui, without knowing what happened, uncontrollably ran over in excitement.

Just as Jia Hongjian and his nephew were about to leave the crowd, he suddenly saw a group of girls screaming and rushing towards him. When these girls reached him, they were panting and excitedly shouting, "Hongjian, is it really you who’s back?" "It really is Hongjian! Hongjian, you’re so cool!" "That’s right, so cool! Cooler than Andy Lau!" "Cooler than the Four Heavenly Kings!"

Hearing the enthusiastic praise from these teenage girls, Jia Hongjian felt a bit shy. He had never been praised by so many people before. "Ah? It’s nothing, I just said what I truly felt..." he explained shyly.

"It’s because you said what you truly felt that you’re cool!" Qiao Hui excitedly rebutted, "Hongjian, you don’t know how cool you looked on TV when you said you were going to fight the monster called reality! It was just like a star!"

"What do you mean like a star? Stars aren’t that cool. When I heard Hongjian say he was going to fight, I got goosebumps all over!" "That’s right, I even shed tears!" "Me too!" "Me too!"

Seeing these girls, who looked like star-chasers with indescribable light in their eyes, Jia Hongjian felt genuinely embarrassed, "Well... it’s not that cool, I just said it off the cuff..."

"It’s because you said it off the cuff that you’re cool!" "That’s right, if you said it on purpose, it would be fake and pretentious!" "That’s right, Hongjian, stop being modest!" "That’s right, Hongjian, you were super cool!"

Seeing the situation, Jia Hongjian didn’t dare to be modest anymore. He suddenly felt that if he continued to be modest, it would be like defaming his own heroic image, and defaming a hero would be beaten by the people who supported him.

"Was I really that cool?" he asked.

"Really, really cool! My cousin was at my house yesterday, and after watching TV, she knew Hongjian was my classmate and said she would look for a man like you in the future! She even secretly asked me if you have a girlfriend!" Qiao Hui said loudly.

"Girlfriend? No, I don’t have one..."

"Really? You don’t?" Qiao Hui asked with sparkling eyes. She suddenly had an idea, a mischievous one that might make her cousin unhappy. When she saw Jia Hongjian nod in confirmation, she screamed and jumped with joy.

"When is your birthday, Hongjian?" The girls around her also asked, mimicking Qiao Hui. "April 7th, one day after Jingxing..."

"Hongjian, Hongjian, what kind of girl do you like?" "Um... traditional, I like the gentle and graceful type... but lively is also okay... I can’t really say, it depends on how we get along to know if I like her or not..."

"What kind of food do you usually like, Hongjian?" "What height do you think is suitable for a girlfriend, Hongjian?" "Do you prefer girls who are a bit heavier or a bit lighter, Hongjian?" ...

As Jia Hongjian unexpectedly began to deal with the various strange questions from his classmates, he vaguely saw Zhou Rihan walking towards the canteen, seemingly unaffected by the scene. He knew she didn’t like to participate in such noisy events, and she wasn’t the type to suddenly attach herself to someone just because they became popular. She was a person who knew what she wanted and what suited her.

Jia Hongjian knew a lot about Zhou Rihan and many things that many people didn’t know. But what he didn’t know was that, under the influence of the special program on 'Oriental Horizon,' today, bookstores across the country saw a surge in people wanting to buy the booklet 'Consumer Rights Protection Law of the People’s Republic of China.'

This legal booklet, which was rarely bought by ordinary people, was now in high demand. Under the influence of Jia Hongjian and 'Oriental Horizon,' many people began to realize that the Consumer Rights Protection Law could protect their rights as consumers. They started to want to buy the booklet to see what rights they had and what was protected by law...

From today, the 'Consumer Rights Protection Law' began to sell out!

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