773: Chapter 773 is just a minor skirmish!

In the studio of Eagle Country's largest news station, during the morning news segment, the anchor sat with red-rimmed eyes, reading from the script.

"Last night, a shocking, heinous incident occurred at the Royal Palace."

"The former High Priest, Mark, led a group of thugs into the Royal Palace banquet hall, attempting to assassinate Her Majesty the Queen and all the nobles present."

"At this critical moment, a young man from the Dragon Kingdom stepped forward, single-handedly destroying all the puppets and killing Mark on the spot."

"This young man's name is Ye Chen."

The anchor paused, their voice choking with emotion.

"Just yesterday, we were reporting everywhere that he was a 'thug,' questioning why he would beat the High Priest."

"Now, we know."

"He didn't beat the High Priest because of a personal vendetta, but because he had long since seen through the High Priest's true colors."

"He used the crudest method to strip away the demon's mask for us."

"And we..."

The anchor took a deep breath, turned to the camera, and bowed deeply.

"We owe Mr. Ye an apology."

"I'm sorry."

The live chat exploded instantly.

"Sorry + 1!"

"Sorry + 10086!"

"I was in the protest yesterday too, I shouted 'Dragon Kingdom people get out,' and now I want to slap myself twice!"

"Me too... I was wrong, I was really wrong."

"Mr. Ye, can you forgive us?"

...

Apologetic messages flooded the screen, almost covering it entirely.

Meanwhile, an even more shocking scene was unfolding on the streets of major cities across Eagle Country.

A group of citizens spontaneously gathered in Trafalgar Square, holding banners.

The banners had large characters written on them...

"Mr. Ye, we are sorry."

"The people of Eagle Country thank you."

...

The crowd grew larger and larger, from dozens to hundreds, from hundreds to thousands.

Some held flowers, others held photos of Ye Chen...

That was the photo taken yesterday when Ye Chen kicked the Duke's son, which had been uploaded to the media.

At that time, this photo was captioned "Dragon Kingdom Thug" and went viral across the entire internet.

Now, the same photo had been enlarged several times over and hung in the center of the square.

On social media, the topic [Ye Chen, I'm sorry] had surged to the top of the trending list, followed by a "Hot" tag, so red it was almost black.

At this moment.

The entire Eagle Country was swept up in "Ye Chen fever"!

...

Manor living room.

Euphemia was curled up on the sofa, scrolling through social media on her phone, laughing hysterically.

"Hahaha! Ye Chen, look! Thousands of people in Trafalgar Square are kneeling for you!"

"And this! There's a queue hundreds of meters long in front of Manchester City Hall, all holding signs to apologize to you!"

"Did you see that drone banner in Birmingham? The six big characters 'Mr. Ye, I'm sorry' drifted over half the city!"

"The Chinese restaurant in Liverpool is even crazier, all dishes are free today; the owner said it's because you are 'a forever friend of the people of Eagle Country'!"

...

She read while laughing, rolling around on the sofa like a playful puppy.

Ye Chen sat on another sofa, holding a cup of tea, looking calm.

"Oh."

Euphemia sat up from the sofa, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Oh? That's all you have to say? Just an 'oh'?"

"Thousands of people are kneeling to apologize to you, and you just say 'oh'?"

Before Ye Chen could speak, Yi Yue, who was nearby, took a sip of tea and smiled.

"This isn't the first time something like this has happened."

"I remember Night Owl telling me before that the Emperor of Japan is his person."

"South Korea was even brought to heel by him."

"This bit..."

"Is just a minor squabble."

Euphemia: "..."

Fine.

She should have been used to it.

This man, what kind of storms and waves hasn't he seen?

The Nordic Saint Hall was wiped out by him, the upper crust of the USA was thrown into chaos by him, and the Jin Conglomerate of South Korea was trampled into the mud by him.

Even Japan had its dynasty changed by him...

A mere few thousand people kneeling to apologize might really not mean much in his eyes.

Euphemia put down her phone, took a deep breath, and just as she was about to say something, Ye Chen's phone suddenly vibrated.

He looked down and saw three words pop up on the screen...

Qian Duofu.

That's right, this guy's goods arrived yesterday, ready to be shipped back to the country, so he had temporarily left to handle it.

Who would have thought he'd be calling again at this moment?

He answered, and Qian Duofu's voice immediately came through: "Mr. Ye! Help! Something big has happened!"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong?"

"My goods have been detained by the Eagle Country Coast Guard!"

Qian Duofu's anxious voice came through.

"Three whole containers! Worth several million!"

"They said my customs declaration has issues, but my paperwork is all normal!"

"If they detain everything for investigation, won't this trip be for nothing!"

Ye Chen put down his teacup and spoke indifferently: "Make a video call and show it to them."

Qian Duofu was stunned for a moment.

"Huh? Show it to whom?"

"Show it to the people who detained your goods."

Although Qian Duofu was full of questions, he trusted Ye Chen's words implicitly and hurriedly hung up.

Less than three seconds later, a video call request popped up.

Ye Chen answered.

Qian Duofu's fat face appeared on the screen.

Behind him, several Eagle Country Coast Guard officers in dark blue uniforms were surrounding his cargo containers, holding folders, their faces full of official indifference.

Qian Duofu held up the phone: "Mr. Ye, look..."

Ye Chen nodded: "Give the phone to them."

Qian Duofu cautiously approached the leading Coast Guard officer, smiling obsequiously.

"Uh... Officer, someone wants to have a word with you."

The officer frowned, just about to wave him away, but his peripheral vision swept across the phone screen, and he froze as if struck by lightning.

He recognized the face on the screen.

Not only did he recognize it, but the entire Eagle Country Coast Guard recognized it.

Just this morning, their internal report had attached a photo, with several lines of text written in bold red font below it...

"This person is the most distinguished guest of the Eagle Country Royal Family. Her Majesty the Queen has personally ordered that under no circumstances should anyone be disrespectful to him or those associated with him. Anyone who violates this will be dismissed on the spot."

The officer's back was instantly soaked in cold sweat, his legs went soft, and he almost knelt on the spot.

He hurriedly took the phone with both hands, as if holding a priceless treasure, his voice trembling.

"Are you... Mr. Ye?"

Ye Chen looked at the screen and spoke indifferently: "He is my friend. Official business is fine, but intentional harassment makes me unhappy... Understand?"

The officer nodded frantically, like a chick pecking at rice.

"Understand! Understand! We completely understand!"

"Rest assured, Mr. Ye, this shipment absolutely has no issues, we will release it immediately!"

He turned around and waved to his subordinates: "Quick! Revoke the detention order! Release it! Release everything!"

Although those subordinates didn't know what had happened, seeing their officer's terrified expression, who would dare to ask more?

The next second.

They scrambled to tear off the detention orders and open the container seals.

Qian Duofu stood there, completely dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at the officers who had just been cold-faced and demanding to detain his goods, now helping him move, count, and stamp the cargo as if they were serving their own father...

The efficiency was more than ten times faster than usual.

In less than five minutes, all procedures were completed.

The officer held the phone with both hands and respectfully returned it to Qian Duofu, his face twisted into a sycophantic smile that looked like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Sir, the procedures are all done, you can pick up the goods at any time."

"Please forgive our earlier offense, please do not take it to heart."

Qian Duofu took the phone, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

He was completely convinced.

The most correct decision he had ever made in his life was to shamelessly stick with Ye Chen on the cruise ship.

There was no other.

This was simply his great benefactor!

The video call hadn't ended yet, and Ye Chen's face on the screen remained as calm as water.

Qian Duofu said excitedly.

"Mr. Ye, when are you returning to the country?"

"I must treat you to a meal! No, not one, ten! One hundred! I'll treat you to whatever you want to eat!"

Ye Chen smiled: "Don't be so polite, we are going back tomorrow too, you go ahead and get busy, see you later if fate allows."

Qian Duofu's eyes instantly turned red: "Mr. Ye, you are my benefactor! My benefactor for life!"

"Just live your life well, don't go astray, and that will be enough to repay me." Ye Chen waved his hand and hung up the video.

Qian Duofu looked at the disconnected video page, not angry at all, but instead filled with hot tears.

This shipment was too important to him.

If it failed...

He would have to go back and inherit the billion-dollar estate left by his old man.

But now with Ye Chen's help, if he could ship the goods back, he wouldn't have to inherit it...

He could finally carve out his own path!

He sighed with emotion, just about to turn off his phone, when...

A pop-up window appeared, and he discovered it was all reports about Ye Chen.

He browsed it briefly.

He suddenly realized.

Holy crap!

So it was because Mr. Ye had become the savior of Eagle Country that these people were giving him face?

He immediately ran towards the Coast Guard, shouting: "Wait! I want to add more cargo!!!"