Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 1017 1034 [Money World]
Thailand, Bangkok Airport——
In the early morning, a plane flew from New York, USA to Bangkok.

The all-powerful Wall Street tycoon Soros got off the plane with a tired expression and came to the airport exit.

From a long distance, he saw a wretched-looking Thai man holding a card with the words welcome to himself.

Soros rubbed his nose, and walked towards the man with the suitcase.

"Hello, are you Mr. Soros?" the wretched Thai asked in broken English.

Soros nodded impatiently, "You are the one responsible for picking me up?"

"Yes, hello, my name is Asu, you can just call me Su!" The wretched man nodded and bowed, facing this internationally renowned financial tycoon, he wished to serve him grovelingly.

"Where is the car?"

"Oh, just ahead, you come with me—by the way, please allow me to help you get the salute." After finishing speaking, the wretched man took the suitcase in Soros's hand and walked forward first.

Soros originally wanted to say "thank you", but seeing the other party's groveling appearance, the word "thank you" stayed in his stomach and did not say a word.

To Soros, these people are stupid and don't deserve his thanks at all.

The car outside was a stretch Lincoln sedan.

Soros loved American cars as much as he loved America.

In his ideology, the United States is the center of the world, and everything is the best.

In order to maintain his tycoon demeanor, only this American Lincoln sedan is worthy of being his own car.

The wretched man carefully put Soros' suitcase in the rear compartment of the car, turned around and invited Soros to get in the car, got into the cab himself, and said to Soros: "Now, I will drive you to the hotel where you are staying. Do you have any other requests?"

"Oh, hurry up then, I want to go to the hotel to take a shower and rest early--God, I hate coming to Thailand, I don't like everything here."

Wretched man: "..."

As a Thai, he wanted to defend his country, but the wretched man looked back at the sleepy Soros and opened his mouth, but he didn't dare to say those words.

"Alright then, sir, I'll drive you there right now—it will be soon, don't worry!" The wretched man hit the car and sped along the road.

……

Bangkok Morning Market——
In the bustling morning market, Thai people gathered together to bargain and discuss the sale of goods.

The wretched man was driving a Lincoln. When he came here, he saw that the road was blocked by those selling goods, so he honked his horn vigorously, stuck his head out and yelled at the peddlers: "Get out! You guys! Hurry up!" open--"

Those peddlers heard the horn and turned a deaf ear, still blocking the intersection, making a lot of noise.

The wretched man glanced at Soros through the rearview mirror. Soros didn't know when he had been awakened by the sound of the horn, and he was frowning at the moment.

The wretched man was even more anxious, he couldn't care less, and hurriedly stepped on the accelerator.

Unexpectedly, at this time, a black motorcycle sprang out from the side, and the Lincoln sedan directly hit it.

With a bang, the brand new Yamaha motorcycle in the style of a prince fell to the ground on the spot.

"Oh, my car!" Thanks to his quick hands and feet, the rider had already dropped his motorcycle and jumped to the side when he was hit.

At this moment, the motorcycle fell to the ground, and the wheels spun around vigorously, making a creaking sound.

The motorcycle rider was wearing a black helmet with a skull logo and a heavy metal punk outfit. He looked like a pirate. Seeing his motorcycle like this, he immediately went up to stop the Lincoln car and said, "Get down, you pay for my car! "

The wretched man who was driving was startled, he hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car, glanced at the motorcycle he had crashed, and then at the rider who was not kind, with a face like a wild boar, and couldn't help but fear: " Sorry, I didn't mean to!"

"It didn't happen on purpose. If it was on purpose, you wouldn't have killed me!" The motorcycle rider grabbed the skirt of the wretched man and said viciously.

"I, I, I really didn't mean it!"

"Hmph, I don't care if you did it on purpose or not. Anyway, you have crashed my car now. What do you think?"

"This... I'll pay you money, calm down!" the wretched man begged for mercy.

"It's not a matter of money. Don't think that you are great when you drive a Lincoln! You know, this motorcycle is just like my wife. I don't want to scratch it myself, but now you hit it like this. What do you say? What to do?!" The rider refused to let go.

"I, me, that me..." The wretched man didn't know what to say. He had also heard that some people love cars like their lives, but he didn't expect to meet a lunatic today.

at this time--
"Send your wife back to the original factory for painting and repairing, that's the best choice!" said a voice.

The motorcycle rider turned his head to look, but it was a ghost who just got off the car, with blond hair and green eyes, who looked like the "Golden Retriever Lion King".

"Mr. Soros, why are you down?" the wretched man rushed up to meet him.

Soros glanced at him contemptuously, "If I don't come down, can you solve it?"

Wretched man: "..."

Quiet.

Looking at the motorcycle rider again, he saw that he was a ghost, and his aggressive aura softened by three points. After all, many Thai people in this era are also xenophobia, and they will suffer from schizophrenia when they see foreigners with blond hair and green eyes and big noses.

"Ahem, you're right, my wife has been hit like this, and that... can only be sent back to the original factory for repair." The motorcycle rider pointed at his motorcycle and stammered.

"Then I'll pay you, how much do you think it takes?" The wretched man said hurriedly, while talking, he also took out his wallet, ready to pay the motorcycle rider.

The motorcyclist sighed, "That's the only way to go——uh, it takes about a thousand..."

"One thousand?" The wretched man was a little surprised, he didn't expect that one thousand baht could solve the problem.

While talking, he hurriedly counted a thousand baht and handed it over.

The motorcycle rider didn't pick it up and said, "The one thousand I'm talking about is not Thai baht, but US dollars!"

"U.S. dollars? One thousand U.S. dollars?" The wretched man was shocked, "Are you trying to blackmail me!"

"Who blackmailed you? My car is imported! Besides, the Thai baht is depreciating every day. It is estimated that my car has not been sent to the original factory for repairs. Your thousand has shrunk by half!"

"That's less than a thousand dollars!"

"What did you say? You mean you don't want to give it? Then I'll—" Before the motorcyclist got mad, Soros took out a stack from his wallet and threw it to him, "There's enough here to repair your car!"

The motorcyclist didn't pick it up, and the US dollars fell to the ground. He quickly squatted down to pick them up, one, two... a total of one thousand and seventy-eight!
"Thank you, thank you!" the motorcyclist said with a smile.

Soros looked at him contemptuously, said nothing, but said to the wretched man, "Drive!"

After the Lincoln car started, the motorcycle rider was still nodding at them with a wad of dollars behind him.

Soros sneered for a moment, raised his legs, took out a big cigar, took out the cigar cutter and quickly cut off the mouth of the cigarette, then took out the lighter and lit it, and took a puff resolutely.

Suddenly, the fragrant and mellow cigar smoke filled the car.

The wretched man driving in front couldn't help but sniffed, thinking that this expensive cigar was different, even smelling the smoke next to it was a great enjoyment.

But soon he remembered what happened just now, he was puzzled, and couldn't help asking: "Mr. Soros, why did you give him so much money?"

Soros crossed his legs, flicked his cigar, and said in a disdainful tone: "A lot? Then do you know that the time he wasted on me has cost me tens of thousands of dollars?"

Wretched man: "..."

He doesn't understand the world of the rich.

(End of this chapter)