The Richest Man Yang Fei

As soon as Yang Fei saw the many people jumping out from the other party, he knew that they were prepared.

And it took only a few days for my group to arrive in South Korea and only half a day to reach Jeju Island. I had never offended the locals. How could these people be prepared to wait for me here?

The only thing Yang Fei could think of was that a big shot in society recognized him, or someone was paying attention to his itinerary and wanted to block the road and rob him!

South Korea is a capitalist country. While it is developing at a rapid pace, it has spawned too many social cancers. Social bosses and street gangsters are everywhere.

Yang Fei thought to himself that he was about to invest and buy property here, and he would definitely encounter these Qingpi Street gangsters in the future. It would be best to take the opportunity to beat them up and clean them up now.

If the street guys knew what Yang Fei was thinking, they probably wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous.

Yang Fei chuckled and asked in Korean: "Which one of you is the leader?"

After coming to Korea for a few days, his Korean improved greatly.

This is the advantage of Xueba. If you go to the local area and ask a foreign language, you will make rapid progress. You can master daily language in a few days, and you can advance to become a local expert in two or three months.

A Korean man with shawl-long hair and a ponytail came forward and pointed his thumb at himself: "I am!"

Yang Fei asked in a deep voice: "Do you know me?"

The long-haired man said: "I don't care who you are? You hit my brother and you didn't pay for it, but you beat him up! Let me tell you, you can't leave here intact today!"

Yang Fei smiled faintly and said deliberately: "If I guessed correctly, the person you are looking for should be Mr. Yang Fei, the richest man in Asia, right? It's useless for you to stop me, because you have recognized the wrong person!"

The long-haired man was obviously startled. He looked at Yang Fei carefully, then took out a photo and compared it with Yang Fei.

It was a recent photo of Yang Fei cut out from a local newspaper.

In the photo, Yang Fei is shaking hands with a Korean dignitary at the Blue House.

"That's you! You still want to cheat!" The long-haired man sneered, "You are Yang Fei, we have your photo!"

Yang Fei just deceived him and induced him to tell the truth. After hearing this, he knew that the other party was really coming for him. He asked in a deep voice: "Who sent you here? If you tell me, I will spare your life." !”

The long-haired man laughed like a pig, making his stomach hurt.

He bent down, held his belly, looked around and said, "Look, this man said he would spare our lives!"

Other street gangsters also laughed with the boss.

Yang Fei said: "Since you recognize me, you must also know what kind of person I am, right? I saw the photo of you just now. Do you know who is shaking hands with me from your country?"

The long-haired man was startled again, and suddenly stopped smiling.

Yang Fei said: "Even the most powerful politicians in your country want to meet me and shake my hand. Just think about it, if I call and tell you that you are blackmailing me and robbing me, what will happen to you?"

The long-haired man's face suddenly changed and he said, "I won't give you a chance to call! Brothers, come on!"

Yang Fei delayed this for a while to give Mouse and Ma Feng time to react and get closer.

His purpose has been achieved.

Bodyguards such as Mo Zi and Ma Feng had already come to his side, standing with a look.

Seeing that the other party was about to make a move, Mouzi and the others were ready to fight to the end.

Yang Fei has bodyguards by his side, so he is not afraid anymore.

Just when the two sides were about to get into trouble, the old fisherman who was fishing next to him suddenly dropped his fish and ran over with a harpoon.

The fisherman held the harpoon tightly with both hands, aimed it at the long-haired man, and swore and muttered something.

The other party spoke Korean with a dialect, and Yang Fei couldn't understand it.

The strange thing is that when the long-haired man saw the fisherman, he was so frightened that he backed away, then turned around and ran away without even daring to fight back.

The fishermen chased him, stabbing each other with their forks as they ran. Judging from the momentum and accuracy of his attacks, they were chasing the long-haired man as an sworn enemy!

When the others saw the boss running away, some were stunned, some were at a loss, and some started to retreat.

"Master Fei, what's going on?" Mouse stepped forward and asked.

Yang Fei shook his head and said: "I can't understand their operations either."

Although the fisherman was old, he had strong physical strength and ran fast. He quickly caught up with the long-haired man, crossed over, and knocked the man to the ground.

The long-haired man screamed in fright.

The fisherman raised his fork, hung it over the long-haired man's head, and scolded him angrily.

The long-haired man begged.

The fisherman put down his fork, grabbed the long-haired man by his collar, and lifted him up.

The long-haired man did not dare to resist and allowed the fishermen to escort him back.

Yang Feizheng didn't know what they were causing trouble for!

He saw the old fisherman escorting the long-haired man in front of him.

The old fisherman kicked the long-haired man.

The long-haired man jumped up, turned around, and glanced at the old fisherman.

The old fisherman swung his fork over and hit the long-haired man on the knee.

The long-haired man groaned, bent his legs, and knelt in front of Yang Fei.

Yang Fei asked in surprise: "Old man, what are you doing?"

This time, the old fisherman actually spoke in less fluent Chinese:

"Mr. Yang, I'm sorry!"

Yang Fei was even more surprised: "Do you recognize me?"

"Mr. Yang, don't you remember me?" the old fisherman said, "The last time we went fishing on the high seas, we encountered strong waves and our fishing boat was overturned. It was you who saved us!"

Yang Fei took a closer look at the man and seemed to have an impression. Among the Koreans he rescued last time, there was indeed an old fisherman, and the man even knelt down to thank him.

He yelled and said, "It turns out it's you!"

"Mr. Yang, you are our savior! You don't have to recognize me, but I dare not forget your appearance!" the old fisherman said excitedly.

Yang Fei smiled and said: "Haha, but what does these people have to do with you? They did something wrong, and there is no need for you to say sorry. You helped me, and it's my turn to say thank you."

The old fisherman kicked the kneeling man, pointed at his head, and said with hatred: "His name is Shen Donghai, and he is my son! I didn't discipline him well!"

Yang Fei was startled, thinking that things in this world really are such coincidences!

The old fisherman scolded his son: "Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Yang! Do you know that it was Mr. Yang who saved my life? Without Mr. Yang, I would have died in the sea!"

Shen Donghai glanced at his father in fear, knelt in front of Yang Fei, and kept begging for mercy.

Yang Fei waved his hand and said: "Fortunately, there was no big conflict. Let's just forget about it!"

The old fisherman stared at his son, getting more and more angry and took out a knife.

Yang Fei was startled, thinking that you are grateful, why would you kill your own son?

Shen Donghai was also scared to death and kept waving his hands.

The old fisherman didn't listen to his son's cry, grabbed his son's hair, and then raised the knife and dropped it!

Shen Donghai screamed in fright.

The people around were also shocked!