novelraw Chapter 414 - 388: Qian Strikes Back
Chapter 414 - 388: Qian Strikes Back
The photographer was incredibly busy.
Suddenly, the photographer felt their camera being forcefully snatched away from their neck. Immersed in their own photographic world, they were caught off guard, especially considering the person who took the camera was a relatively short girl.
Qian snatched the camera in her hands, initially wanting to smash it, but upon realizing it was an expensive brand, she opted to pull out the film instead. It wasn’t digital but an old-fashioned SLR, still using film. Qian, being an avid photography enthusiast, swiftly exposed the film in just a few seconds as if it were a natural reflex.
By the time the photographer discovered this, it was already too late.
"What are you doing!" All the shooting so far was wasted just like that.
Qian gave him a slight smile, "An SLR from Nikon, must have saved up quite a sum to buy this? I’m not smashing it."
"You’re crazy!" The photographer was infuriated, feeling an urge to fight.
"Yeah, I’m crazy, so what if a crazy person hits someone, it’s not illegal!" Qian said, picking up a brick from her bag and aiming it at the photographer’s leg. The photographer was defenseless against this surprise attack aimed at his lower body, leaving him no time to react.
Taking advantage of his pain, Qian advanced to snatch the miniature video camera from his hands. This was not expensive, costing about three to five thousand. Once she got it, she directly pulled out the memory card and smashed it with the brick until it completely shattered, leaving the photographer nearly fainting from shock.
Where did this crazy person come from! He wanted to hit Qian, but Qian raised the brick and aimed it at his camera, speaking.
"This is a 1-megapixel piece of junk, not very clear, but in this day and age, owning a digital product is impressive, costing several thousand at least. I wonder if these expensive gadgets are sturdier or my brick?"
The photographer immediately raised his hands in surrender.
"Okay, I was wrong! I’ll listen to you!"
"Get lost, and stand as far away as possible. If you dare come closer, I’ll smash your precious machines!"
As a boss who doesn’t make a move easily, but when she does, she hits the mark, Qian knew at a glance how to handle the problem.
Talking to such troublemakers was pointless since once dispersed, no one would know each other. However, with a photograph involved, it was a different story. The footage needed to be taken down, or else it would be a big scandal if leaked.
Mrs. Yu was busy protecting Dong Yi, so she didn’t notice anyone filming. Qian, however, saw the whole picture and, after weighing the pros and cons, made the most decisive and correct decision.
Having dealt with the critical photographer, Qian parted the crowd and walked quickly to Mrs. Yu, noticing Dong Yi’s lost expression. With a corner of her mouth lifted, she shouted loudly to the crowd,
"You’ve all been deceived by them! You’ve been used by her, do you know what this woman is up to?"
Qian’s shout instantly commanded everyone’s attention.
Even Mrs. Yu turned to look at Qian, curious about what she would say.
"They’re part of pyramid schemes! They came over to shoot a propaganda video. Don’t let yourselves be used. If you are, your image data will end up in their propaganda, and then what happens? You’ll get into trouble!"
When it comes to the ability to fool people, if Qian claimed to be second, no one would dare claim to be first.
She is well versed in everyone’s psychological characteristics.
To scold a mistress, criticize social injustices, and stand on a moral high ground to criticize others, anyone can do it as it’s just a matter of speaking.
If personal interests are involved, how many can continue to maintain a "morally superior" stance?
Qian’s words instantly silenced those who had just followed to curse the mistress. Even Wang Xiaohong’s mother, who had never lost an argument in the surrounding villages, hit a tough opponent today.
If Qian wanted to bluff, she could convince people to believe the dead were alive. Otherwise, how could she have once led Shi Touyu to perform ceremonies in remote areas, fooling people into drinking bathwater, and an entire village couldn’t outsmart her alone?
Moreover, the lackluster thugs brought by Wang Xiaohong’s mother didn’t have as much might as those villagers.
"You’re talking nonsense! It’s clearly her son—" Even someone as tough as Wang Xiaohong’s mother needs a bit of logic in arguments, maintaining her own narrative.
If Wang Xiaohong’s mother claimed that Yu Mingyi cheated and Dong Yi was his lover,
Then the logical retort should be like Mrs. Yu’s, countering by saying, "My son did nothing wrong. Why don’t you talk about your daughter?"
Then Wang Xiaohong’s mother would exploit Mrs. Yu’s inability to argue irrationally, launching a full-frontal pity attack, gaining more sympathy the harsher Mrs. Yu retaliated.
But... Qian’s trick was too brilliant!
She completely disrupted the script with one sentence and changed the crowd’s rhythm.
Now, the one who finds it hard to explain is Wang Xiaohong’s mother.
It’s like three people playing cards, Mrs. Yu played a set 34567, Wang Xiaohong’s mother cheated a card, playing 678910, and Qian just laid down 489jq. Indeed, just that domineering, without regularity, and she still must suppress you.
The truth always sides with those in power, and guiding the narrative is easy for Qian, who has studied psychology for two lifetimes. If she couldn’t even guide the rhythm, she might as well not live.
"Everyone take a look, what year is it that someone is still wearing patched pants?" Qian pointed to Wang Xiaohong’s mother’s pants, and upon seeing it, everyone realized it was true.
Previously they felt pity for these people, but now with living standards improved, such appearances were indeed rare.
"I’m poor, my daughter was abandoned, so I can only dress like this!" Wang Xiaohong’s mother defended.
Unfortunately, such illogical squabbles hold no weight against Qian.
Hearing that she had begun justifying according to her own line of reasoning, Qian smiled confidently.
See, the situation has turned, hasn’t it?
The explaining party will never have the advantage over the accusing party. Aligning with someone else’s narrative versus getting others to align with yours are entirely different concepts. Once Qian began, she gained confidence.
"Listen to her, claiming after her daughter’s divorce, she has to live like this. Does this sound logical? Nowadays, who in rural areas depends on married daughters for support? And so self-righteously? It’s obviously a lie. More crucially, everyone see what this is!"
Qian raised the camera in her hand and declared loudly, "Ironclad evidence! A ’poor’ woman wearing patched pants, where did she get this? Forget about her, who claims to be in such dire poverty she wears patched pants, even us ordinary working folks would have to stretch our budgets to buy a camera like this. Moreover, this, everyone recognize it? It’s a Nikon SLR, a device that costs the equivalent of two years’ salary for an ordinary person. Can the truly impoverished afford this?"