Chapter 3596

Hearing the explanation, the man immediately let out a sigh of relief and said with a chuckle: "Ah, so that's how it is... I thought it was really recycled. This Ji Xiaomeng really knows how to spin a tale—she lies with such ease and quick wit."

The other person nodded and said softly: "Ji Xiaomeng joined the team less than half a year ago and already made it into the core circle. You think she got there by merit? It's all thanks to her three-inch tongue that never rots. This woman can turn black into white and white into green. The deputy chairman really appreciates her—this time he plans to hype her up during the protest. Someone's even live-streaming on YouTube with their phone right now. After this, she's definitely going to blow up."

The man gasped and said: "Someone's actually live-streaming?"

"Of course," the other replied. "We always have people live-streaming and filming material during our events, with professional teams handling post-production and editing. Plus, among the people we've blocked, we have our own informants filming from another angle. Only this way can we generate buzz online. Remember: although we protest offline, we're actually doing it for the online audience."

The man nodded and asked again: "What did Ji Xiaomeng do before?"

The other snorted and laughed: "Before joining us, she was just an amateur photographer from the countryside in Huaxia—couldn't even afford a professional camera, bought secondhand gear, and supposedly took tens of thousands of photos a year to post online. After years of that, she only gained two or three thousand followers. No steady job, no commercial gigs—basically a loser living hand to mouth. Then she saw how famous the environmental girl became and wanted to jump on that bandwagon, aiming to be an eco-influencer."

"At first she protested in Asia, but no one paid attention. Then she went to the U. S. on a travel visa to protest there, but damn, her brain must be messed up—she went to Texas to stop a pickup truck and almost got shot by a redneck. Scared, she fled to Europe overnight by plane. Little did she know, once she hit Europe, she fit right in."

Saying that, the man let out a light sigh and lamented: "People like her only have a future in Europe. In the U. S., they'd have gotten her killed long ago."

Ye Chen listened to their exchange and silently sighed—these people didn't sound like genuine environmentalists at all; each had their own ulterior motives.

At that moment, the Tesla-driving man in the crowd had already been defeated in front of Ji Xiaomeng and could only drag his suitcase, planning to walk to the airport.

Ji Xiaomeng watched his disheveled back and shouted loudly: "Sir driving the Tesla, remember this—environmentalism isn't just empty talk or buying an electric car. You must revere nature from your heart, and more importantly, pity those animals that have lost their homes—or even their lives—due to global warming!"

All the protesters were won over by Ji Xiaomeng's eloquence and ferocity, bursting into cheers and applause. Ji Xiaomeng stood in the crowd, smug and satisfied. Only after joining this team did she discover her true talent: it wasn't photography or social media management, but slapping labels on people, using her three-inch tongue that never rots to smear others with dirt. Because she always finds the most effective way to attack, leaving opponents unable to defend themselves.

She used to want to do this before but dared not—she had no money, no influence, no power. Recklessly attacking others would easily invite retaliation or even revenge.

But after joining the environmental organization, she not only gained a large group of comrades to back her up, but more importantly, she found the moral high ground. With this double buff, let alone arguing with a Tesla owner in Scandinavia—even if she had to go to the United States to take on the "Understanding King," she wouldn't flinch.

Just as Ji Xiaomeng was basking in the crowd's cheers and the joy of victory, an elderly Asian woman approached her cautiously and said: "Miss, you... you're Chinese, aren't you?"

Ji Xiaomeng nodded and asked: "What's wrong? Do you need something?"

Upon hearing her admit she was Chinese, the old woman immediately sighed in relief and pleaded desperately: "Miss, my flight takes off in one hour. My husband is seriously ill in hospital back in Huaxia—I need to get back to see him. If I miss this flight, the earliest I can catch is tomorrow. So I beg you—please let my taxi take me to the airport!"

"No way!" Ji Xiaomeng declared firmly. "Environmentalism is our mission—we treat everyone equally. No matter who you are or what special circumstances you have, no exceptions. If you're in a hurry to catch your flight, just run to the airport. We won't give you special treatment!"

The old woman choked up: "I'm eighty years old—you want me to run to the airport? Not even in one hour, maybe not even in two could I make it. Besides, boarding starts half an hour before takeoff. Without a car, no other way would get me there in time..."

Ji Xiaomeng shrugged: "Then that's not my problem. We're working for the welfare of all humanity and all animals on Earth—blessing the planet, blessing the world. Your personal matter, in the face of such great principles, is nothing but a drop in the ocean. Just get over it."

She added: "By the way, you know how many roads there are in Oslo City—why do you think we're blocking just this one? Let me tell you honestly: it's because airplanes are one of the biggest culprits in greenhouse gas emissions! You save your own time by flying around the world, but every flight you take pumps massive amounts of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere!"

The old woman was so furious she nearly had a heart attack, clutching her chest as she demanded: "You... you blame me for flying—what about you? How did you get to Europe?! Whether you flew or took a ship, you're also one of those responsible for pumping carbon dioxide into the atmosphere!"

Ji Xiaomeng smiled, her expression unchanging: "Sorry, Grandma—I moved to Europe with my parents when I was little."

After saying that, she sighed with a look of shame: "Of course, you're absolutely right—even if I flew as a child, I still can't deny that I once contributed to global warming. So now I've finally awakened, become a volunteer to contribute to the organization's fight against global warming, and at the same time, to atone for my past mistakes!"

The old woman was left speechless by Ji Xiaomeng's sharp tongue, unable to rebut, and could only stand there helplessly wiping her tears.

Ye Chen had originally planned to just walk past and ignore these radicals, but after hearing others talk about Ji Xiaomeng and seeing her show no pity toward the old woman—spouting lie after lie—he felt deeply annoyed.

He couldn't help but wonder: Has European society really become this fantastical? Such demons and monsters, these evil spirits, actually able to wreak havoc on this soil—hundreds, even thousands of people blocked by them here, and yet they can't do a thing about it?