202: Chapter 22 Poetry of West Lake

The crowd's reaction was exactly as Chen Shaoping had expected.

He thought to himself that this masterpiece by Su Dongpo was destined to stun the era and be remembered for generations.

"Alright," Chen Shaoping replied with a smile, leaning in to whisper a few words into the scholar-like man's ear.

The man was initially overjoyed, but then he quickly regained his composure.

With a smile on his face, his gaze swept over Wang Bo before shifting toward where Zhang Ying, Li Qian, and the others were standing.

He suddenly understood: they were all bundled up so tightly to avoid exposing their identities.

Suppressing his excitement, he brought over a vacuum-packed plushie and specifically instructed them.

"Sir, this toy is quite large. It's best not to unpack it on the road; wait until you get home to open it."

"Alright, thank you!"

Chen Shaoping took the toy and ran toward Zhang Ying as if presenting a treasure. "Here, Darling, mission accomplished."

Zhang Ying took it happily, her face full of bliss.

Seeing this, Li Qian was filled with envy and gave Wang Bo a light kick.

Han Minde was busy trying to coax Zhao Sisi. "Baby, be good, let's not get one."

"My skin isn't as thick as Second Bo's, and my literary talent isn't as good as Da Ping's, so I can't get a toy."

He cast a resentful glance, his eyes sweeping over Chen Shaoping and Wang Bo.

His aggrieved look made everyone burst into laughter.

...

Time passed quickly during their outing; the sun had already set, and the number of tourists had dwindled significantly.

An evening breeze blew in, carrying a hint of coolness that dispelled the heat of the day.

Chen Shaoping and the other three were currently sitting outside a milk tea shop resting, each holding a cup of milk tea.

Han Minde and Zhao Sisi had already left to catch their flight.

While drinking his milk tea, Chen Shaoping looked at his phone at a notice from the Hangzhou Municipal Bureau of Culture and Tourism regarding today's road closure at West Lake.

"Today, the production team of the variety show 'i just love traffic stars' set up roadblocks at the 'Broken Bridge and Remaining Snow' area of our city's West Lake scenic spot without reporting or obtaining permission.

This obstructed the normal travel of tourists and caused congestion. In response, the Hangzhou Municipal Bureau of Culture and Tourism apologizes to the tourists. We will strengthen management and patrols of the scenic area to prevent similar incidents from happening again.

After the incident, scenic area management personnel called the police immediately, and the roadblocks were quickly cleared to restore traffic.

A certain Mr. Xue, the person in charge of 'i just love traffic stars,' was also taken away by the police. The specific punishment results will be announced by the police."

"Additionally: regarding the widespread online controversy of Mr. Xue insulting tourists as 'commoners,' the situation is basically true.

The Hangzhou Municipal Bureau of Culture and Tourism hereby declares that all attractions in Hang City decline the presence of Mr. Xue."

After reading the notice, Chen Shaoping felt the punishment for Mr. Xue was a bit light, but he was otherwise satisfied.

[Congratulations to the Host for completing one piece of intelligence, obtaining 5 paparazzi points.]

[Congratulations to the Host for completing one piece of intelligence, obtaining 4 paparazzi points.]

[Host currently possesses: 4 paparazzi points.]

With the two rewards received, Chen Shaoping was secretly delighted.

It seemed the system recognized the outcome of the road closure incident, and the influence of the Plum Lake incident had also fully fermented.

After finishing their milk tea, the group began heading toward Wang Bo's home.

Originally, Chen Shaoping had planned for them to eat out, but Wang Bo's mother had already prepared the meal.

It would be a waste of the elder's kind intentions if they didn't go back to eat.

...

Wang Lin, who was supposed to be on vacation, had actually been busy all day. He had just finished handling the road closure matter.

Then he received a message on his phone from Director Kuai Feng.

"An ancient poem appeared today at West Lake that is worthy of being passed down for a thousand years, and it's a poem praising West Lake."

"This poem has gone viral online; it's a perfect opportunity to promote West Lake! We must find the author; this is vital for our cultural and tourism promotion!"

"I want to have this ancient poem carved onto West Lake."

Wang Lin sighed helplessly. "Alright, Director Kuai."

Then, he began searching through videos about the ancient poem online.

As it turned out, most videos only showed the poem and not the person; he couldn't find who wrote it at all.

He started leaving comments and posting videos online, asking for footage of the author writing the poem.

He hoped the netizens would be helpful enough to help him fish the person out.

After doing all this and seeing the sky darken outside the window, he finished his cigarette, got up, and went home for dinner.

When Chen Shaoping and the others returned to Wang Bo's home, a table full of dishes had already been served.

"Xiao Qian, I saw a video today saying someone blocked the roads in the scenic area. Were you guys stuck?"

Wang Bo's mother asked with concern, not yet having taken off her apron.

"Auntie, we were so busy playing and taking photos after we got in that we actually missed the period of congestion," Li Qian responded with a smile.

"Well, that's good then."

Everyone had already started eating when Wang Lin finally arrived home.

Wang Bo's aunt grumbled at Wang Lin, "Look at you, you went to accompany the guests, yet the guests came back first while you were nowhere to be found."

"Mom, didn't I have things to do?" Wang Lin explained, then added, "I'm starving, let's eat, let's eat."

Wang Bo's aunt glared at him but didn't say anything more and started eating.

Meanwhile.

Just as Chen Shaoping and the others were enjoying their delicious food, Tan Zhuo was chewing on a bag of instant noodles.

He had eaten instant noodles for several meals in a row; even his burps smelled like them.

However, his expression was excited, and his eyes were sharp.

Because just now, he had seen with his own eyes a bald man dressed in monk's robes come out with a woman who had a hot figure to open the door for the four members of 'Fire Fox 8'.

Then 'Fire Fox 8' followed him inside devoutly.

This place was a tourist attraction; during the day, countless tourists came here to burn incense and pray for talismans, making it extremely bustling.

After dark, the tourists dispersed, and this place that should have been quiet became even more eye-catching.

If he hadn't insisted on following through today, he wouldn't have had such a harvest.

The moment he saw the bald man come out, he knew his efforts hadn't been in vain, and he certainly wouldn't cause Tian Jun to receive a disciplinary action.

After Tian Jun returned to Yang City, he immediately requested instructions from Deputy Director Lu Sihai.

After getting his nod, Tian Jun took the brothers from the Municipal Bureau and set off toward the location provided by Tan Zhuo.

Tan Zhuo poured the last few crumbs from the bag into his mouth and chewed them with lingering satisfaction.

He checked his phone and felt much more relieved; Tian Jun had already entered the scenic area gate and would likely reach his position in about ten minutes.

As for Brother Li, he had been in the car the whole time; Tan Zhuo didn't let him get involved.

He didn't want to get involved either.

If something went wrong, he would not only be kicked out of the task force but might also receive a disciplinary action.

Soon, Tan Zhuo saw Tian Jun and his group. He quickly gestured for them to be quiet and not make too much noise to avoid alerting the people inside.

"What's the specific situation?" Tian Jun asked urgently as soon as he arrived.

For the convenience of the operation, everyone in this mission was wearing uniforms, twenty-four people in total, including six auxiliary police officers.

Tan Zhuo repeated everything he knew and the points he had scouted in advance.

He also drew a simple map of the terrain on the ground.

Based on Tan Zhuo's description, Tian Jun immediately formulated an action plan.

Two agile young police officers would scale the wall first to take control of the main gate, and then they would all rush in together.

They would move in pairs, heading straight for all the meditation rooms.

During the operation, law enforcement recorders had to be on at all times.

The primary task was to control the personnel; do not touch items at the scene unless necessary.

After confirming everyone knew the action plan, Tian Jun's eyes flashed with determination.

"Action!"