RMWDS -Chapter 176 Oh, Young Master Fu

Walking forward, more than forty mobile food trucks lined both sides of the road in neat rows, stretching as far as the eye could see. Their red-and-white bodies looked clean and orderly, with steam curling upward into the air, filling the street with the warm, lively scent of freshly cooked food. These were all support units urgently dispatched by the local government from major chain restaurant brands across the city, specially brought in to handle the dining needs of fifty thousand tourists.

Miao Yunyou stood on tiptoe, curiously looking around. The food trucks sold only quick, convenient fast food—hamburgers, fried chicken, fries, skewers, spicy hot pot, oden… After all, with such large crowds, only foods that were fast to prepare and easy to carry were practical.

Especially the fried skewer truck at the corner—the rich aroma of cumin and chili powder sizzling in hot oil aggressively drifted into her nose, fragrant and irresistible. It made her subconsciously swallow, her eyes sparkling as she stared at the skewers crackling in oil, almost unable to stop the drool at the corners of her mouth.

Beside her, Luo Xinglan noticed all her little reactions. Her usually cool expression softened slightly as she said gently, “Want some? I’ll go line up for you.”

Her voice wasn’t loud, but it happened to be heard clearly by a female tourist nearby who was holding fried skewers.

Her eyes widened instantly, her voice trembling with excitement: “Coach Miao! Do you want some skewers?!”

As she spoke, she immediately held out the freshly cooked skewers in her hand. “These just came out! I’ll give you two! No charge!”

That one shout instantly ignited the surrounding crowd. Everyone noticed Miao Yunyou in the crowd, and waves of enthusiasm rushed toward her—

“My fried chicken strips are still crispy! Coach Miao, I’ll share half with you!”

“I’ve got crispy fried chicken—here, take it! Just bought it!”

“Hot fries! Fresh out of the fryer—Coach Miao, take some!”

Even the chef at the spicy hot pot truck leaned out and shouted loudly, “Coach Miao! Want some hot pot?! Order whatever you like—I’ll cook it for you for free, as much as you want!!”

Voices offering food rose one after another, wrapped in rising steam, as all kinds of dishes were continuously handed toward her. Miao Yunyou was completely stunned, her cheeks slightly flushed. She quickly waved her hands and declined repeatedly, “Thank you, thank you! Really, no need—you should eat it yourselves!”

But the tourists’ enthusiasm was unstoppable. In just a short moment, both she and Luo Xinglan had their hands filled with skewers, chicken strips, fried chicken, burgers, and fries—heavy with warmth and goodwill.

Miao Yunyou was truly shocked. It felt like she had never been this popular in her life. For a moment, she didn’t even know what to say, and could only keep repeating “thank you,” though the corners of her lips couldn’t help but lift into a smile.

Some people even asked eagerly, “Coach Miao, will Luo Xinglan compete today?” “What tactics is Team China planning to use today?”

Miao Yunyou answered openly without hiding anything, smiling brightly and frankly, “Want to know who goes first? Simple—check my account. I posted a video last night with a poll attached—Who competes first today will be decided entirely by online votes. If you’re interested, you can go vote too.”

As soon as she said this, an uproar broke out around them.

This was an international martial arts competition—a top-tier, serious event. And yet the order of appearance and participants was entirely decided by online voting?

Such casual confidence could only come from overwhelming, absolute faith in their team’s strength—so dominant that they could afford to be this relaxed and “willful.”

That kind of confidence was both wildly bold and incredibly powerful.

“My god! Coach Miao is amazing! Only Team China would dare to do something like this!”

“Is this the confidence of the strong? So cool! I’m going to vote right now!”

“Team China will definitely win! No matter who goes first, they’re guaranteed victory!”

Voices of admiration rose one after another. Just as Miao Yunyou was about to smile and say a few more words, her phone suddenly rang urgently in her pocket. She glanced at the caller ID—it was Ling Nianci.

As soon as she answered, a confused yet anxious voice came through the line: “Leader, I’m over at the accommodation area. That new Sister Su just got into an argument with someone. It sounds pretty serious.”

The new Sister Su?

Su Yutang?

The smile on Miao Yunyou’s face faded slightly. “Why are they arguing?”

Ling Nianci replied helplessly, “I don’t know. They’re speaking in a language I can’t understand at all.”

Miao Yunyou: “…”

Ah… so Su Yutang was arguing with foreigners.

“It’s fine, I’ll come over right away.”

After hanging up, she quickly said a few quiet words to Luo Xinglan.

“We’ve got something to take care of. Everyone, enjoy yourselves!” She still found time to greet the tourists before leading Luo Xinglan briskly toward the accommodation area.

As soon as they approached, they saw Su Yutang standing with her arms crossed, expressionless, facing two men.

One of the men was tall and burly, with blond hair, blue eyes, a high-bridged nose, and deep-set eyes. His brows carried an innate arrogance and sense of superiority. After a brief moment of recollection, Miao Yunyou remembered—

She had seen him at the opening ceremony. He was the head coach of the U.S. team, Carter Hawkins.

The man beside him wore a well-fitted dark suit, his short hair neatly combed. He looked sharp and capable—his accompanying interpreter, said to be a Chinese American. At the moment, his face also carried an air of arrogance.

The three of them were arguing in English, their tones sharp and confrontational.

Miao Yunyou walked over and lightly patted Su Yutang’s arm. “What’s going on?”

Seeing her, Su Yutang let out a slightly relieved but irritated breath and quickly explained in a low voice, “That’s the U.S. team’s coach and translator. Earlier, they thought the resort conditions were too ordinary and didn’t like it, so they voluntarily moved to a five-star hotel down the mountain and even signed a waiver giving up their accommodation here. But yesterday, after our team completely dominated the competition and the event’s popularity exploded, they suddenly want to move back, saying it’s more convenient for training here. The problem is, all the rooms are fully booked now—we simply can’t free any up.”

Hawkins glanced at Miao Yunyou, recognizing her as both the Chinese team’s coach and the owner of the resort. The arrogance on his face deepened. He coldly gave an order to the interpreter beside him, his tone full of command.

The interpreter immediately stepped forward, speaking in Chinese with an overbearing, matter-of-fact attitude: “As far as I know, Coach Miao is the owner of this resort, right? Our coach says that as the organizer, you have an obligation to resolve our accommodation. Since there are no available rooms, you should figure something out yourselves.”

Su Yutang glared coldly at the interpreter. “Figure something out? You were the ones who voluntarily gave up your rooms and signed it in black and white. Now you want rooms again—why should I be responsible? No rooms means no rooms. There’s nothing to solve. Do whatever you want.”

The interpreter’s expression darkened instantly. His tone grew even more arrogant and cutting, with a hint of disdain: “There are plenty of ways—it just depends on whether you’re willing to do it. Find a few teams from poorer countries, give them a little money to send them away, and have them vacate their rooms. Problem solved, isn’t it?”

After saying that, he even turned to Miao Yunyou: “And as the host country, shouldn’t you take the initiative to give up your own rooms? It’s not like we won’t pay extra. Do I really need to teach you basic social etiquette?”

Having money and trampling rules at will; if money can’t buy it, then scheming or forcing it; arrogant, selfish, and looking down on everyone—placing their sense of superiority above all, as if the entire world should revolve around them. This kind of behavior, etched into their very bones, hadn’t changed one bit. No wonder they could act so shamelessly, going back on their word and making unreasonable demands.

A cold glint flashed in Luo Xinglan’s eyes—he was already angered.

Miao Yunyou immediately reached out to stop him. Facing the two men, instead of getting angry, she let out a mocking chuckle, raised an eyebrow at the interpreter, and said with a teasing, sarcastic tone:

“Oh? Young Master Fu, is it? So what you’re saying is—no matter how high a price I name, you can afford it?”