Chapter 391: So Am I Good Enough?

The only regret is that Lu Cheng is an impostor.

But now, as long as the train can run, we can only let Lu Cheng give it a try.

So Yang Xing tentatively said, "In the end, you still want to communicate, so who do you want to communicate with?"

The youth in a military cap scoffed, "What business is it of yours? Anyway, your communication is useless, and that Director is useless too."

Yang Xing didn't get angry either: "So, you have to speak up. You say you're blocking the train with this method just to talk to the higher‑ups, yet you say nothing. Even if we want to help, we can't."

Whether the higher‑ups are paying attention now is uncertain, but at least the Railway department has taken notice.

Their first goal as Educated Youth has been achieved.

Wanting to return to Hui Cheng immediately is clearly unrealistic; the first step is to communicate with the superiors.

The cap‑wearing youth glanced sideways, "Then it has to be the top leader, the highest‑ranking one."

Seeing his arrogant demeanor made Deng Hairong laugh in anger.

These brats aren't big, but their airs are huge.

The Director can't even handle this, let alone the top leader.

The top leader deals with countless affairs daily, many international matters to handle; how could they find time to meet a little Educated Youth? Such a request is utterly unreasonable.

Deng Hairong let out a cold snort.

"How big a leader? Bring the country's top leader, plus a few foreign heads of state as escorts—does that work?"

Anyone could tell it was sarcasm, and the cap‑wearing youth immediately refused.

"What the hell do you mean, still bringing in foreign heads of state? What's your status, you're not even modest!"

"I'm a Police Chief."

"Ugh!" The cap‑wearing youth spat outright.

"I thought you held a higher office, a tiny little Police Chief—what are you playing at here? You have no right to speak, get lost!"

"Hey, you brat, you've turned against your own…" Deng Hairong rolled up his sleeves, trying to intimidate the other side.

But the crowd opposite wasn't scared at all; they all started shouting.

"Who are you calling a brat?"

"If you're not satisfied, fight me—come on, come on…"

One person started the ruckus, and everyone else followed; the two groups began to pull at each other, ready to erupt into a fight at any moment.

Yang Xing, while urging both sides not to act rashly, shouted at Deng Hairong.

"Quick, call Lu Jingzhang… quickly invite Minister Lu!"

Seeing the situation on the brink of chaos, they could only gamble, letting the fake leader Lu Cheng step in to say a few words to control the scene.

Deng Hairong didn't know if calling Lu Cheng would help, but the Educated Youth were already heated; calling Lu Cheng over to stand at the front would do.

He was about to return to the jeep when, unexpectedly, Chang Jinbu came over and shouted from the perimeter.

"Minister Lu has arrived…"

Hearing the resonant shout, the pulling Educated Youth stopped.

"Who, who's here?"

"Seems to be the Minister."

"Minister? Impossible, how could a leader that high come here?"

"Maybe our deeds got reported, drawing the higher‑ups' attention."

The Educated Youth discussed while craning their necks to look.

A middle‑aged man in his forties or fifties, with a head of graying hair, walked over with steady steps.

"Huh, which Minister is this? He looks so young—maybe just over forty."

"More than that, look at his hair—it's already white; he must be at least fifty or sixty, just looks fit and younger."

"What's there to discuss? He's a Minister; his diet isn't different from ours, being younger is normal…"

When Lu Cheng walked over, he didn't look at the Educated Youth, but kept his ears up, listening to their chatter the whole time.

Fortunately, the Educated Youth seemed to have little doubt about his identity.

That made the next steps easy.

To appear more like a top leader, Lu Cheng began shaking hands, starting with the highest‑ranking official here, Director Song.

"Xiao Song…"

Director Song opened his mouth, his expression clearly stunned for a moment.

Before arriving, he had heard Train Captain Yang Xing say that Lu Jingzhang would impersonate a national leader to talk with these Educated Youth.

At that time, he thought it was nonsense.

But after hearing the Youth's demands and seeing the tense situation, this fake leader Lu Cheng might actually serve a purpose.

Immediately, Director Song had to cooperate, shaking hands and saying, "Hello, Lu, Lu, Minister Lu."

It was a bit awkward for a nearly fifty‑year‑old Director to politely call a junior comrade that way.

Fortunately, Lu Cheng didn't continue the conversation, walked up to Deng Hairong, and handed over his water cup.

Deng Hairong was also startled: "What for?"

Lu Cheng gestured, "Unscrew it."

"No, you don't have a long hand! You're a Police Chief, I'm also a Police Chief, both Deputy Section, and you want me to unscrew your cup?"

Lu Cheng cleared his throat, speaking softly, "Police Chief Deng, watch your words. You're indeed Deputy Section, but I'm now a proper Minister, several ranks above. Letting you unscrew my tea cup is your honor, cooperate with the work!"

Seeing Deng Hairong still upset, Lu Cheng turned his head and said, "If you don't cooperate, none of us will leave today."

Deng Hairong looked at the nearby Educated Youth, ready to fight at any moment, thought it over, and obediently unscrewed the cup for Lu Cheng.

"Minister Lu, please have some tea."

Lu Cheng took it with satisfaction, drank a sip, and said, "It's a bit hot, blow on it for me."

"No, you…"

"Cooperate with the work."

"……"

Seeing Deng Hairong huffily start to blow tea, Lu Cheng then turned to Jiang Yuanchao: "Secretary Xiao Jiang, what's happening here?"

Jiang Yuanchao looked left and right, then realized that Lu Cheng was indeed calling him.

"Eh, I…"

The Train Captain Yang Xing, standing nearby, almost burst out laughing at the sight, but he couldn't laugh now; otherwise it would be over.

He hurried forward to explain: "Minister Lu, you just arrived here to inspect work and don't know, these Educated Youth are making a fuss wanting to return to the city."

Yang Xing was good at playing along, and Lu Cheng, with a calm expression, nodded, indicating he understood the situation.

He then walked toward that group of Educated Youth; although his heart was pounding inside, he still had to feign composure outwardly.

When he got close, Lu Cheng stopped, placed his hands behind his back, and cast a sharp glance.

Those few greenhorns had never seen such a high‑ranking official—ministerial level—something an ordinary person might never see in a lifetime.

So when facing the great leader Lu Cheng, they all felt a bit intimidated.

Deng Hairong was ready to bolt at any moment, but the Educated Youth before him were clearly no longer as arrogant as before.

Even though Lu Cheng said nothing, just standing there with a certain presence, none of those Educated Youth dared to speak.

From this, Lu Cheng really managed to intimidate them.

But how to actually communicate depends on Lu Cheng's on‑site handling.

Lu Cheng faced the group of Educated Youth and said loudly, "I heard you have grievances you want to voice; I wonder whether I, as a minister, am qualified enough?"