He Wenjie said to the reporter, "A month ago, I was having dinner with a French friend and mentioned that I had never lost an arm-wrestling match. He doubted it, so I decided to take on this challenge. If I could raise the prize money to one hundred thousand within a month, I'd consider myself the winner."
"What if there aren't that many challengers?"
"No way, you mean to say there aren't even a thousand people brave enough to try?" He Wenjie's remark was dripping with sarcasm. But He Wenjie never expected that after the reporter left, there would be complete silence. It wasn't until the month was up that he saw the interview published in newspapers and online media. To make matters even more absurd, the reporter had printed that day's exact prize amount right there in the article—talk about friendly fire at point-blank range. Upon seeing the report, He Wenjie couldn't help but sigh, "Damn it, is this what you call getting sabotaged by your own people? Truly, foreign reporters have pitch-black hearts; they have zero bottom line when it comes to traffic."
Sure enough, the very next day after the report was published, a crowd blocked the entrance of He Wenjie's building early in the morning, demanding that he resume his street challenge so they could win back their lost dignity. Watching the challengers down below from their upstairs window, Xia Lin said speechlessly, "You really are a magnet for trouble. What are we going to do now?"
"Don't go out. I'll handle these people. B…
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