On Christmas Eve, my grandfather Paul Walsh’s experimental field suddenly suffered a severe pest infestation. We booked last-minute flights to handle the situation, but at the airport, we encountered celebrity Chloe Michell who had chartered the entire plane for herself. She completely ignored our requests and even had her bodyguards roughly force us off the aircraft. Not only that, but she also sneered mockingly: “Sorry, but I need to rush to the Christmas tree lighting ceremony where many fans are waiting to see me! Who do you think you are? If you died in some corner, nobody would even notice!” The airport staff actually took her side, urging us to back down: “She’s a big star with appointments to keep. Why are you making trouble? Just apologize and get out of here! Otherwise, she could crush you with one finger!” I felt both angry and incredulous. Paul was the director of a national laboratory, officially appointed to lead a major rice improvement project, yet he was being treated as insignificant by some entertainer. At that moment, a bodyguard picked up Paul’s suitcase and slammed it down violently, hitting him hard on the shoulder. He fell to the ground but still clutched tightly to the research papers that had fallen out of his suitcase. Those were the scientific proposals he had written during sleepless nights at his desk, skipping meals—the crystallization of multiple Christmases worth of hard work. I remember Paul telling me with an empty stomach but a smile on his face: “With this proposal, improved rice can yield over two hundred more pounds per acre. I want to help more people have enough to eat!” However, Chloe looked at Paul with contempt and mocked: “Look at the junk in your suitcase! Reading glasses, patched-up clothes, and some crumpled papers! Is this the standard of a so-called laboratory director? “If you’re so capable, why don’t you charter a plane like me? Why are you flying economy? Don’t lie if you can’t afford it, you shameless old man!” I was furious. Paul chose to fly economy to save money for the national scientific research fund, yet he was being slandered like this. I couldn’t help rushing forward to defend him: “This is my grandfather’s work ID. He’s in charge of a key project at a national laboratory! If you don’t believe me, you can call to verify. “We need this flight because our experimental field is suffering from a pest infestation! “If we can’t get back in time to save it, the rice will die on a massive scale, and our team’s work of over three Christmases will be destroyed, along with wasted government funding.” However, Chloe didn’t even glance at the ID and ordered her bodyguards to push me aside. She said: “Don’t come near me! I’m wearing a custom-made dress worth millions of dollars. You people can’t even afford to charter a plane—if you stain my clothes, could you pay for it? “You want to fly on the same plane as me? I bet you’re just paparazzi! Faking identities to intimidate me? No way!” Paul and I were desperate. Almost all Christmas Eve flights had already departed, with everyone returning home to reunite with their families. Yet we were forcibly removed from the last flight because Chloe had chartered it at the last minute! Paul, clutching his injured shoulder and sweating profusely, still humbly pleaded: “Young lady, you’re a big star, certainly more successful than me, able to earn big money. “But could you please show some mercy to this old man? “Please, let us board the plane! My granddaughter and I promise we won’t disturb you!” To save the rice crop and the national research results, Paul was willing to set aside his personal dignity. But Chloe remained unmoved: “No! Playing the victim won’t work. If you weren’t trying to secretly photograph me, why would you be so desperate? Can’t you just fly tomorrow?” She wouldn’t listen to any reason. With no other option, I dialed my superior’s number, hoping to request official transportation arrangements to catch up with our schedule. But as soon as I took out my phone, Chloe immediately shrieked: “She’s taking pictures of me! Smash her phone! And check if that old man is hiding a camera! “Absolutely don’t let them take photos to share online, and don’t let them contact anyone!”
My phone was slapped out of my hand by a security guard, crashing to the ground with its screen instantly cracking. The call I had just connected was abruptly cut off. Paul’s old, paint-chipped phone was stomped on even more viciously, completely destroyed beyond use. We had lost our means of contacting our superiors. Every second of delay increased the risk of the rice in the experimental field withering away. Realizing this, Paul’s voice began to tremble. “What are we going to do? The country is waiting for our results—this is the hope for so many impoverished people to have enough to eat! If we have to restart the experiment, it will take another three years. “I’m already in my seventies. How many more three-year periods do I have left in my life? I just wanted to contribute one more time to our country while I still can move around. Why is that so difficult?” Paul was in tears. Meanwhile, the airport staff around us were mocking him. Some of them had even grown up eating the rice he had helped improve. “Look at this old man, looking so shabby, actually thinking he’s some big shot? Probably just delusional. How embarrassing!” they whispered among themselves, laughing continuously. At that moment, General Manager Allan Barnes was drawn over by the commotion. He asked, “What’s going on? Why are you all gathered here?” I quickly called out, “Mr. Allan, please help us. My grandfather and I are rushing to participate in a national project. Could you possibly make an exception and arrange another flight?” But in the next second, Allan started yelling at me, “What the hell is wrong with you people? Weren’t you supposed to get Ms. Michell off the plane and escort her away? Why is she still hanging around here?” I was stunned, anger rising within me. I slammed my ID badge into Allan’s chest and furiously demanded, “Are you trying to obstruct national scientific research too? “Look carefully—my grandfather is the director of a national-level laboratory! Are you illiterate? Why don’t you make a phone call to verify?” My voice was hoarse and urgent. Allan was momentarily taken aback by my emotion and hesitantly pulled out his phone. But Chloe casually remarked, “Just forged credentials, what’s there to look at? Do you really need to verify?” Allan immediately stuffed his phone back into his pocket and sneered, “Hmph, I almost fell for your trick.” I was nearly livid with rage. Just because Chloe was a celebrity, people blindly worshipped her, even willing to turn right and wrong upside down for her! “Ms. Michell, don’t worry, I’ll drive these scammers away right now. Since she refuses to leave, the airport just got some new police dogs—big and fierce ones.” Allan picked up his walkie-talkie to call for someone to bring the dogs over. Chloe smiled with satisfaction. “Very good, Mr. Barnes. I’ll send your daughter an autographed photo of mine later. “But make absolutely sure this damn paparazzi doesn’t take any photos of me and create more negative publicity for me.” Allan bowed and scraped with even more enthusiasm. He pointed at Paul and me, saying, “Both of you, take off your clothes! I suspect you’re carrying dangerous items and need to conduct a body search!” This was utterly absurd! I hugged my arms in horror, while Paul’s eyes were filled with despair. He had dedicated his entire life to serving his country and people, pouring his heart into scientific research. Now, this professor who deserved respect was being humiliated like this. In the cold wind, Paul couldn’t help but start coughing. He was thinly dressed, having only focused on rushing to the experimental field to save the rice, forgetting even to grab a coat on his way out. Paul was old now, suffering from rheumatism developed during years of harsh rural scientific work, which caused him excruciating pain in winter. If the airport staff forced him to remove his clothes, he wouldn’t be able to handle it. “You’re going to kill my grandfather!” I cried out in anguish, standing protectively in front of Paul. But Allan impatiently urged, “Hurry up! My wife and daughter are waiting for me to come home for dinner.” He smacked his lips smugly and said, “Hey, my wife tells me the new rice we bought makes especially fragrant meals.” What he didn’t know was that the rice he was using had been developed by Paul himself. Other staff members joined in, hurling insults at us. “Damn paparazzi, hurry up and strip! I need to go see the Christmas tree lighting ceremony with my family. I’m especially looking forward to Ms. Michell’s performance…” As they cursed, they eagerly unleashed the dogs. The vicious dogs lunged wildly toward Paul and me.
I felt an excruciating pain shooting through my calf, which was now a bloody mess. The sound of gnawing teeth mingled with Paul’s desperate cries for help, but no one came to our rescue. In desperation, I had a flash of inspiration and shouted, “Murder! You’re really ruthless! Let the dogs bite harder—that’ll make the video more explosive when it gets out. By tomorrow, Chloe’s scandal will be everywhere, and you’ll all be blacklisted!” Since Chloe feared paparazzi and scandals, I decided to hit her where it hurt. Sure enough, she ordered her men to stop and pull the dogs back. She snarled through gritted teeth, “So you were taking secret photos of me! How much do you want to keep quiet? Consider it money for your coffin.” I continued my act: “Listen carefully—let me and my grandfather leave safely, and I’ll contact you later about the money. Otherwise, the video goes public immediately! “Do you think the show directors will still let you participate in the Christmas tree lighting ceremony when a scandal breaks about you bullying people? “If the event goes wrong, will your career survive?” Chloe’s face instantly turned pale. Reluctantly, she waved her hand, signaling her men to let us through. Limping with blood streaming from my feet, I roughly pushed past Allan who stood in front of us. I said, “Get out of my way! Just because you run a private airport in this small town and can close the gates doesn’t mean you’re above the law!” Paul supported me as I could barely stand, and we made our way out of the airport step by step. His eyes filled with tears, looking increasingly desperate. He said, “It’s Christmas Eve—everyone’s gone home. We can’t even flag down a car to take you to the hospital! And we can’t borrow a phone to contact headquarters for help. “Everything is ruined! It’s all ruined!” Suddenly, a car came speeding toward us, stopping right in front of us! “Lucas, what are you doing here?” Paul exclaimed. Research scientist Lucas Perkins helped Paul and me into the car while explaining. Apparently, Paul had planned to return by plane, but when his phone call suddenly disconnected and couldn’t be reached again, headquarters worried something had happened and sent Lucas, who was in a nearby county, to check on the situation at the airport. If the plane was delayed, they would arrange to requisition a courier plane, and this car would take us directly to board it. Paul, filled with guilt, said, “I’ve caused trouble for both the country and you. You probably haven’t even had time to eat.” Lucas laughed heartily, “A quick bite was enough. As researchers, we need to be ready whenever the country needs us!” Paul nodded in agreement, but as he described our experience at the airport, Lucas gripped the steering wheel so tightly it creaked. He solemnly said, “Mr. Walsh, don’t worry. My phone has been on the whole time, and headquarters has heard about your situation. They will definitely get justice for you. “Someone like Chloe who doesn’t deserve her position—and she calls herself a star? She dares to appear at the Christmas tree lighting ceremony? She’ll only pollute everyone’s eyes!” I refused Lucas’s suggestion to take me to the hospital first. The experimental field’s treatment couldn’t be delayed because of me, which would cause losses to the country. As a rice researcher, at this critical moment, the country needed my contribution more. Afterward, Lucas accompanied us onto the plane, saying official personnel would escort us upon arrival. However, two hours later when we disembarked, we happened to encounter Chloe also arriving at the airport. She spotted us immediately and shrieked, “It’s you paparazzi again! First you blackmailed me with photos, and now you’re still following me around, taking secret pictures and fabricating scandals!” Her outburst instantly drew a crowd of fans who rushed toward Paul and me. Chloe’s fans who had come to pick her up began shouting angrily. “How dare you paparazzi harass Chloe! Don’t you know she’s performing at the Christmas tree lighting ceremony tonight? Her career is about to take off!” “That’s right, no one can interfere with Chloe’s career! Let’s grab these people, search them, strip them naked, and throw them out! We absolutely cannot let those scandalous photos get leaked.” I felt utterly miserable. On a night that should be about family reunions, these people had abandoned their loved ones to blindly worship a celebrity, even becoming manipulated accomplices. I stepped forward, trying to stop them. “Back off! Or I’ll release all the dirt I have on Chloe and ruin her reputation!” But this tactic no longer worked. Chloe’s manager, Elaina Walker, attacked from behind with her bodyguards, pinning me down. Elaina coldly whispered in my ear, “Chloe wanted me to tell you that she’s already taken care of the media. Even if you gave them your footage for free, no one would report it. She was looking for someone to teach you a lesson, and here you are, delivering yourself right to us. Perfect timing—she specifically called these fans to deal with you, strip you naked, and take some photos to post online. How does that sound?” I trembled with rage, and as I struggled, the wound on my leg reopened, bleeding profusely. Paul stumbled and fell in the crowd, then got up again, desperately crawling toward me, trying to save me. Elaina snorted, “Chloe specifically instructed that if you don’t cooperate with the photos, we should beat you severely, break your limbs!” I quickly begged, “But my grandfather is an old man! He can’t withstand this kind of violence. Beat me if you must, beat me to death if you want, but please don’t hurt him!” Paul had always dreamed of seeing his improved rice varieties yield a bountiful harvest. If he couldn’t save his rice fields because of this incident, he would die with regrets. However, Chloe walked over and sneered in my ear, “So what if he’s old? I have plenty of money. I can afford a few lives.” Then she further incited her fans to attack us. “My darlings, I’ve worked so hard for many Christmases, and finally have the chance to perform at the Christmas tree lighting ceremony, but my competitors hired people to take photos to smear me! But I can’t personally teach these bastards a lesson, or I’ll be accused of bullying! What should I do?” As long as Chloe didn’t act personally, everything could be blamed on her fans. And there were always some fools who acted impulsively, immediately punching and kicking Paul. Lucas tried desperately to stop them but was violently pushed down and trampled. I watched in horror as Paul was kicked to the ground, coughing continuously, while someone prepared to deliver a heavy kick to his head. I frantically broke free from the bodyguards and threw myself over Paul to protect him. In that instant, a sharp pain shot through the back of my head, as if my skull was about to split open. My consciousness began to fade, but the blows continued to rain down on us like a storm, and Paul’s cries grew more agonizing. Just then, Chloe smugly announced, “Alright, I’m off to the Christmas tree lighting ceremony now.” However, the next moment, a familiar voice interrupted her—it was Sheriff Elijah Martin. He said, “Ms. Michell, you won’t be going. As a criminal, the Christmas tree lighting ceremony committee has decided to cancel your performance. You’ve harmed national scientific talent, and now you need to come with us to the police station!”
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