I Don’t Want To Be Popular

Of course, Chen Chuan would not expose himself too much in front of people who knew him, so he said: "They were useless. They fell together and broke their legs."

"Ah? Are you so careless? Do you want to call a car for them to go to the hospital?" The two looked at the miserable five people.

"We shouldn't need to call, they will call themselves." Chen Chuan said, walking to his Bentley, "I'll go out, and you two will ask Sister Lu to help at the hot pot restaurant for two days."

Sister Lu refers to Lu Feilu, Lu Youfang’s sister. That woman had been very strong since she was a child and could fight. Later, with the blessing of the system, her strength in taekwondo and judo increased so much that she could beat ten men with one person.

Chen Chuan felt relieved when Sister Lu was at the hot pot restaurant.

"Chuan, I know Director Ma from the North District Police Station. Do you want me to say hello to him?" the third cousin shouted.

"No, it's just a trivial matter. Try not to write anything related to the official family. Let's go first," Chen Chuan said.

The Bentley flew through the streets of Haiqin City and headed straight to the Baige Hotel on Xiangnan Road.

When we got there, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

Xiangnan Road is also a prosperous area in the south of the city.

Baige Hotel is located on a commercial street. Chen Chuan saw a coffee shop next to the hotel - Youxiang Family Coffee.

Chen Chuan felt that the name sounded familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"Hey, Chen Chuan, why are you here in the South District?" A young woman wearing jeans and a white sweater came out of the coffee shop.

"Wei Xiao? Is this your store?" Chen Chuan saw her, it was Wei Xiao.

Wei Xiao smiled: "Yes, come in for a drink?"

Chen Chuan even smiled when he saw her. His attitude was completely different from yesterday. I don’t know if it was the one million Vacheron Constantin that worked, or if her dream last night made her change her views on herself.

"What are you here for?" Wei Xiao asked.

"Well, I have some serious business, let's go and do some work first," Chen Chuan said.

"Okay, bye." She stood at the door of the coffee shop and waved.

Chen Chuan walked into Baige Hotel and asked the girl at the front desk,

Which room did Xu Mang stay in, but I didn't expect that this girl was quite strict with her mouth. She didn't say anything and had to call the guest first.

Reality is reality after all, and Xu Mang and the others are not so wary.

Chen Chuan was waiting there. After a while, a room door opened, and a young man came out in slippers and asked in accented Mandarin: "Who is it? Who is looking for Brother Mangzi?"

Chen Chuan walked over and said, "It's me."

"Who are you?" The young man looked at Chen Chuan sideways.

"Just call me Mangzi Daddy." Chen Chuan passed the young man and walked into the room.

The room was quite spacious, a standard room with an extra bed. It was filled with smoke and accommodated five people.

Chen Chuan checked, and together with the young man at the door, these six people were the six people who went to the hot pot restaurant to cause trouble that day.

"Who are you?" asked the tattooed man lying on the bed with gauze wrapped around his head.

The tattoo on the man’s arm is of the Flying Valkyrie.

Chen Chuan looked at the video, then looked at the tattooed man, and after matching his number, he asked: "Brother Mangzi?"

"Who are you?"

"My name is Mangzi dad," Chen Chuan said.

Mangzi: Σ(⊙▽⊙“a

After saying that, Chen Chuan regretted a little, because with this nickname, he might have suffered a loss because he recognized his father, or he had taken advantage. Otherwise, Chinese sentence segmentation is profound and profound.

"Who are you riding on? Are you here with daddy?" Brother Mangzi stared.

Chen Chuan said: "It's 1 million yuan for breaking a mobile phone, 500 yuan for hitting my cousin's head, and pricking the girl's palms and legs... 5 million yuan will have an impact on the reputation of the hot pot restaurant, 2 million yuan is fine. Oh yes, Pouring beer on my cousin's head caused him to catch a cold and fall ill, which in turn affected the launch progress of the space rocket. This cannot be measured in terms of money. Let's count you... 20 million. How much is this in total? "

"You stepped on..." A young man was about to start scolding.

Snapped!

The young man only said two words before he was slapped away by Chen Chuan.

After the young man's body turned more than 720 degrees in the air, he spun and flew to a bed.

Chen Chuan took out his mobile phone, opened the calculator, pressed it, and said, "28 million and 500 yuan. This is the loss caused by you going to cause trouble. Who will settle the account?"

There was silence in the room.

"you……"

Bang!

Another young man was about to speak when he was kicked ten meters away by Chen Chuan. The opponent's body hit the wall like a broken sack and fell to the ground.

"If you don't have that much money, just write an IOU first and sign it." Chen Chuan said, "Do you have a pen?"

Chen Chuan looked at Brother Mangzi lying on the bed.

Brother Mangzi was originally lying comfortably, but when he saw Chen Chuan slap one person away and kick another person ten meters away, he was a little stunned.

"In addition to asking who you are, will you say anything else?" Chen Chuan asked him.

"Yes." Mangzi said.

"You brought people to my hot pot restaurant to cause trouble, right?"

Mangzi took a few breaths and said, "What's going on?"

Chen Chuan saw an open bottle of beer on the table, picked it up and poured it on Mangzi's head, saying, "You have done this before, right? Pour wine on my cousin's head?"

A splash of cold beer poured on Brother Mangzi's head.

Brother Mangzi's clothes and the quilt on the bed were all soaked with wine.

Chen Chuan finished pouring one bottle, opened a new one, continued to pour it on Mangzi's head, and said: "Several other people, come over and put their heads over."

Several others stood motionless.

Chen Chuan raised his leg and kicked one of them away. The man's body hit the TV in the hotel room.

Television is falling apart.

Seeing this situation, the remaining two obediently moved closer to Mangzi, and the three of them got together.

Chen Chuan poured beer on the heads of the three people and said, "Open the bottles yourself."

Click!

A young man opened a bottle and handed it to Chen Chuan with his head lowered.

Chen Chuan took it and continued pouring.

Another young man also opened a bottle and handed it to Chen Chuan.

After Chen Chuan finished pouring, he looked at Brother Mangzi and asked, "Where's your bottle? Why don't you open it?"

"I..." Brother Mangzi swallowed.

Chen Chuan raised his hand, grabbed his neck, lifted him up from the bed, and held him in the air.

"Cough, cough, uh uh uh..." Mangzi kicked his hands and feet wildly, rolling his eyes wildly.

Time passed by, and Chen Chuan pinched Brother Mangzi as easily as pinching a chick.

Brother Mangzi's face turned red and the whites of his eyes became more and more white.

Chen Chuan let go of his hand and dropped it to the ground. While coughing, he picked up a bottle of beer, opened it with a wine opener, and poured it on his head.

Chen Chuan picked up another bottle full of wine and smashed it over Mangzi's head, shattering the glass on the ground.

"Is there a girl at that time who was pushed down by you and her hand was pricked?" Chen Chuan said.

After hearing this, Mangzi and the other two young men quickly pressed their hands on the broken glass, causing blood to bleed.

Several other young people were kicked and knocked away by Chen Chuan, and they couldn't get up.

Chen Chuan took a sip and felt a little less angry. He sat on a chair and said, "Who told you to go to the hot pot restaurant to cause trouble? Call that person and ask him to come here."

"Brother, you're a bully! We can't beat you. If you torture us, we'll admit it. But you'd better not mess with that brother." A young man said.

Chen Chuan held a beer bottle in his hand.

"Don't do it, don't do it, I'll fight, I'll fight." Brother Mangzi struggled to get up, picked up the phone and dialed a number, and said, "Brother, yes, can you come to Baige Hotel."

…

Twenty minutes later.

Three black Maybachs were parked outside the Baige Hotel.

The car door opened and seven or eight young people walked into the hotel.

The door opens.

Seven or eight people walked into the room and looked at the mess in the room and Chen Chuan sitting on the chair.

Chen Chuan is playing Honor of Kings on his mobile phone.

The phone was placed outside and inside, and a "super god" voice kept coming out.

When Mangzi and his group saw the people coming in, life burst into their eyes. They rushed over and cried: "Brother Zhen, Brother Zhen, this kid beat us and opened his mouth to demand 28 million and 500."

Chen Chuan didn't seem to see the young man coming in, and didn't put away his phone until the game was over.

This young man was about twenty-three or four years old, about the same age as himself. He was wearing a bright gray windbreaker. He was about 190 centimeters tall, with fair complexion, thick eyebrows and a gray-white airplane haircut.

Chen Chuan looked at him.

He looked at Chen Chuan, then at the messy room, the glass shards on the ground, the broken TV, the young man lying on the ground...

"Did you find someone to go to Yunchuan Hot Pot Restaurant to cause trouble?" Chen Chuan asked.

"right."

Chen Chuan stood up, kicked him in the chest, kicked him seven or eight meters away, and hit him against the wall.

Chen Chuan took a step forward, came to him, and asked again: "Did you also send the second wave of people today?"

"Yes, what the hell..."

Bang!

Chen Chuan picked him up and kicked him again. This time he kicked him more than ten meters away, from the room to the outside, and hit the door of the opposite room.

Only a "clang" was heard, and the door of the room was knocked down and fell to the ground.

In that room, a young couple who looked like students were stunned.

The seven or eight young people who came in with the young man reacted and rushed towards Chen Chuan together.

Chen Chuan looked at each of these seven or eight people.

"Hit him, kill him!" shouted the young man who was kicked out of the room by Chen Chuan.

The seven or eight young men continued to pounce on Chen Chuan.

Chen Chuan clenched his fists and punched each one. His ribs, armpits, and lower abdomen were all within his attack range.

A clean fight ended in 10 seconds.

Seven or eight young people fell down in unison, twitching on the ground.

The thunderous fists and the pain of hitting their bodies so hard made their foreheads sweat, and the heart-piercing pain was something they had never experienced before.

There was only one person standing in the room.

The person was a woman with beautiful heavy makeup. She was originally standing with the tall young man with a gray-white airplane head. She looked like his female companion or something.

"Here, what's going on with you? Why are you fighting? Why are you beating people? You, did you just mention Yunchuan Hot Pot Restaurant?" The woman looked at Chen Chuan and said.

"Well, that's my store. He sent people to make trouble again and again, and even injured people, scaring away customers. Should he be beaten?" Chen Chuan reasoned with the woman.

The woman said: "Is your name...Chen Chuan?"

"Huh? How do you know?" Chen Chuan looked at her, but her makeup was too thick, so she looked familiar and couldn't recognize who it was.

The woman said: "If it is Yunchuan Hot Pot Restaurant, then this may be a misunderstanding. Chen Chuan, when your hot pot restaurant opened, my grandfather asked me to deliver flower baskets to your store, but you were not there at the time."

"Oh? Your grandfather? Are you that..." Chen Chuan felt that she looked more and more familiar.

She smiled: "I'm Yin Ting. My grandfather is Yin Shikai. You went to my grandfather's house to paint. You must have sold him the "Landscape with Snow Scenery at the Beginning of Winter"."

"Yin Ting? I'll go! Why are you like this?" Chen Chuan looked at this woman with heavy makeup in surprise.

She laughed: "I like to wear heavy makeup recently. Do you know me? Grandpa introduced me to you, right?"

Chen Chuan also smiled. It was not her grandfather who introduced her, but the time she had dinner at Song Jinyi's house in [The World]. Chen Chuan bought the Yin family's office building in Yinjialing for 600 million. Later, the two went shopping together and helped each other put on clothes in the fitting room.

Speaking of which, the two of them don't know each other in reality, but in the [world], they know each other well.

"Yin Ting, is that tall guy your boyfriend? No way, you are a beauty after all, but that 190-meter-tall guy looks like he has no brains, and he sent people to open my hot pot restaurant. He is really full." Chen River Road.

"Haha, his name is Ye Zhen, he is not my boyfriend, we are just friends. You must have a misunderstanding, can I help you reconcile? We will all be friends from now on." Yin Ting said with a smile, and shouted outside , "Ye Zhen, why did you go to Chen Chuan's hot pot restaurant to cause trouble?"

The 190-year-old young man named Ye Zhen was kicked by Chen Chuan and was lying on the ground spinning around.

The owner of Bai Ge Hotel saw Young Master Ye of Ye Zhen lying on the ground and hurriedly ran over to help him: "Master Ye, Master Ye, are you okay?"

Ye Zhen was helped up.

Chen Chuan walked out and walked up to Ye Zhen. Before he could say anything, he raised his hand and slapped Ye Zhen.

Snapped!

The slap was so loud that Ye Zhen couldn't stand still.

The owner of Baige Hotel was almost scared to death. Who is this Ye Zhen? Is this Ye Kun's younger brother? Who is Ye Kun? Ye Kun is someone that even Duan Bin can't afford to offend!

Who is this young man in front of me? One person beat down a dozen of them, kicked Ye Zhen out of the room, and slapped him again...

So magical!

Yin Ting saw that Ye Zhen had been hit again and said hurriedly: "Chen Chuan... stop fighting, he, he is Ye Kun's younger brother."

Yin Ting leaned close to Chen Chuan's ear and whispered a reminder.

Chen Chuan looked at Ye Zhen and asked, "Tell me, why did you go to my house to cause trouble? Who asked you to go?"

"I can't say." Ye Zhen said.

Chen Chuan grabbed Ye Zhen's hair and slammed it against the wall.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Chen Chuan let go of his hand, and Ye Zhen collapsed on the ground. The meticulous gray-white aircraft nose is very messy, and the clean windbreaker is covered with mud.

"Who asked you to go?" Chen Chuan asked again.

"I can't say, cough cough cough..." Ye Zhen said weakly.

Chen Chuan picked up Ye Zhen and said, "Let brother come."

Yin Ting hurriedly said: "Chen Chuan, forget it... don't hit him. I'll talk to him."

Yin Ting knelt down and said to Ye Zhen: "Ye Zhen, you may have misunderstood. Chen Chuan is a person that my grandfather admires very much. He even painted half of a traditional Chinese painting for my grandfather. My grandfather thinks about it every day and asks him to finish it. That painting. Do you want to offend my grandfather?"

"Yin Ting, I can't say who asked us to go to his house to make trouble. This is a rule. But since we are friends of Grandpa Yin, then I can guarantee that no one will make trouble at Yunchuan Hot Pot Restaurant in the future. "Ye Zhen said lying on the ground.

"Is this okay? Chen Chuan, Ye Zhen will ensure that your home will be quiet in the future. He will definitely do what he says." Yin Ting said.

Chen Chuan looked at Ye Zhen who was lying down, grabbed his hair with one hand, picked him up and continued to bang him against the wall.

"Chen Chuan, you..." Yin Ting said anxiously, "He is Ye Kun's younger brother, what do you want to do?"

"Who asked you to cause trouble?" Chen Chuan stopped and continued to ask Ye Zhen's hair.

"Ye Zhen, please tell me, do you want to die..." Yin Ting was really anxious.

"Yes, it's... someone from Dongda Winery in Shanghai... cough cough cough cough." Ye Zhen said coughing.

Chen Chuan then let go, Shanghai stock market? Dong Da Winery?