Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 1193 1210 【Bullying the soft and fearing the hard】on
Those Hong Kong guests were basically unresisted. Adding [-] won, about five or six hundred Hong Kong dollars, is not a big sum. With the idea of ​​spending money to eliminate disasters, they all paid out of their pockets honestly.

"What about you, hurry up and take out the money!" Suddenly, the rough man who performed the act of swallowing octopus walked up to Song Zhichao and said.

Song Zhichao was stunned, "I'm sorry, I'm not part of this tour group, and besides, I didn't take any photos!"

Although he knew that these Koreans were blackmailing people, Song Zhichao still wanted to reason with them.

The rough man sneered, and said reluctantly, "Then are you Chinese?"

Just now Song Zhichao couldn't help chatting with one or two of the Hong Kong tourists, speaking in Cantonese, which was overheard by this rough guy.

Song Zhichao nodded without hesitation and said, "Of course, I'm Chinese!" His voice was still loud, with an expression of pride that I'm Chinese.

The rough man was taken aback, because he had never seen such an upright Chinese—in his impression, the Chinese were all weak and weak, wishing to pretend to be Japanese to escape the immediate disaster.

Also, it is now 1998, China has not risen strongly, and the status of Chinese people in the world is not so high, many people are bullied outside, so they can only swallow their anger.

Unlike the era when Song Zhichao came, the world's second largest economy dominated East Asia, and its military power radiated to five continents. Even the United States was terrified of China's rise and had to pass laws to curb China's rise.

The appearance of Chinese people is different in every era, but Song Zhichao just came from the era when China was relatively powerful, and his momentum was of course extremely fierce.

"Hehe, you are Chinese? That's right! As long as you are Chinese, you have to pay!" The rough man sneered and said very unreasonably.

Song Zhichao understood that these people made it clear that they only wanted to kill the Chinese people.

"Isn't it a bit excessive for you to do this?" Song Zhichao's tone was cold.

Although Song Zhichao is still very young, he has experienced so many things, and he is even more powerful in the business world. Now he is in charge of the chaebol power, and he is decisive in many aspects, and he has unconsciously developed a kind of intimidating power.
At this moment, Song Zhichao had such a cold face, the surrounding air seemed to drop suddenly, becoming chilly.

The rough man couldn't help but tremble, and subconsciously felt that this young man seemed to have a lot of background.

At this time, another man with a scar saw it, and walked over and said, "What's wrong, boss, this kid doesn't cooperate?" , with a hideous expression.

The rough guy didn't want to lose face in front of his brother, so he immediately cheered up and frightened Song Zhichao, saying, "Boy, let me ask you one last time——are you going to pay or not?"

Those Hong Kong people around were afraid of these murderers and did not dare to speak out.

Only an old man who had talked to Song Zhichao couldn't help but said to him: "Young man, a little money is nothing, give it to them, there is no need to fight them!"

Another Hong Kong resident also said: "Yes, this is South Korea, in other people's land! Let's wrong ourselves and spend money to buy peace!"

As for the surrounding Japanese, Europeans, and Koreans, they all watched the excitement from the sidelines, and some even pointed at Song Zhichao.

"These Chinese are used to being bullied, let's not meddle in our own business!"

"The Chinese are very cowardly, and they like to calm down when encountering such things!"

"Today I know why China is so big and is being bullied by other countries!"

Seeing that no one dared to stand up to help Song Zhichao, the rough man became even more courageous. He thought that he might have lost his mind because Song Zhichao was frightened just now, so he immediately winked at the scarred man and said, "Since this friend doesn't want to pay for it himself money, we will help him!"

That means to grab it directly.

At this moment, Song Zhichao said: "Is this how you Koreans treat guests? Is this the true face of you bullying the good and fearing the evil? This is your determination to develop your country's tourism industry?"

The rough man, and the man with the scar who was about to strike with a fish scraper were all stunned.

It wasn't because he was questioned by Song Zhichao's words, but because Song Zhichao spoke Korean this time.

"Boss, this kid can speak Korean!" said the man with the scar.

Rough guy: "I'm not deaf, I can hear!"

But I was muttering in my heart, this looks like a thorny head, but he can speak Korean.

You must know that those who do their extortion rely not only on the fact that they are locals, but also on the fact that these Hong Kong people do not understand Korean and have no way to complain.

But now, a person who can speak Korean appeared unexpectedly. If this kid went to the police station to call the police, it would be troublesome.

……

"Wow, I didn't expect this Chinese to speak Korean."

"Yeah, these villains are going to be difficult to deal with now, and I'm afraid they will cringe."

"Hehe, this group of people are soft and afraid of evil!"

The people around started discussing again fearing that the world would not be chaotic. On the surface, they seemed to be supporting Song Zhichao, but in fact they were provoking the rough man and others, waiting to see the excitement.

Sure enough, the rough man couldn't stand the stimulation, and Song Zhichao's performance had already greatly hurt his face.

Immediately, the rough man shouted at Song Zhichao angrily: "Boy, I think you are looking for death!"

Song Zhichao suddenly said, "Wait—"

"What, are you scared?" The rough guy thought Song Zhichao was being cowardly, and he was just acting.

But Song Zhichao slowly took off his suit jacket, folded it, put it aside, and muttered with a cleanliness: "Don't get it dirty."

Rough guy: "..."

insulted!

This kid didn't take himself seriously at all!

"Go to hell! Brat!" The rough man roared angrily, swung his bowl-sized fist, and punched Song Zhichao in the face.

There was a burst of exclamation from around, and I felt that the rough man's punch was violent, with whistling wind, if it was real, Song Zhichao's face would definitely be full of flowers.

but--
Before the fist hit Song Zhichao's face, Song Zhichao easily reached out and grabbed the rough man's fist.

Time freezes—
How can it be?

How did he do that?
The rough man looked shocked, and his fierce punch was caught by the other party.

Everyone around was also surprised. Could it be that this Chinese person knows kung fu?

Because he was so surprised, the little brother of the rough man with the scar even forgot to help the boss.

Song Zhichao wouldn't let them recover, he just slapped the rough man on the face.

There was a snap, crisp and loud.

"How dare you hit..."

Before the rough guy could say "hit me", there was a slap, and Song Zhichao slapped him again.

Rough guy: "..."

I felt my cheeks split and nosebleeds spurted out.

"This slap is teaching you to be a man!"

"This slap is to tell you that Chinese people cannot be bullied!"

"This slap is to tell you to avoid Chinese people in the future!"

Song Zhichao continued to slap, slap, slap! ! !

The slap was sharp and shocking.

The rough guy was beaten stupid.

People around are also dumbfounded.

The man with the scar stared wide-eyed, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief—the elder brother whom he worshiped like a god, was beaten like a grandson!

"Great! We Chinese should be like this!" shouted a Hong Konger.

"We've had enough of being bullied, long live China!" another Hong Konger also shouted.

"We must unite and see who dares to bully us in the future!" The group of Hong Kong tourists who were afraid to make a sound broke out like thunder in an instant.

At this moment, they really felt the pride and pride of being the people of a big country.

"What are you doing? Are you going against the sky?" The man with the scar originally wanted to come forward to help his elder brother, but was frightened by the group of Hong Kong tourists.

"We are not afraid of you! Do it if you have the guts!"

"Yeah, we are not afraid of you sticks!"

"Come on, if you have the guts, go for it!" An old man in Hong Kong picked up a sun umbrella as a weapon and gestured towards the man with the scar.

Scar Man: "..."

A little confused.

The other accomplices did not expect that these "weak chickens" would become like this in an instant, and they would retreat for a while.

Looking at Song Zhichao, he hasn't fought anyone for a long time. Fortunately, his fighting skills have not been wasted. When he found the right opportunity, he kicked the rough man's waist and eyes, and ended the fight neatly!
The rough man was caught off guard, staggered, and fell headlong into the fish basin in front of him. The water splashed everywhere, and even the fish in the fish basin were splashed out, and they hopped around on the ground with their tails up.

"Boss, are you alright?"

"Boss, how are you?"

"He hit our boss - let's go!"

Seeing that the rough man was beaten like this, the group of men with scars immediately mustered up their courage to start a war with these Hong Kong people.

at this time--
"Stop it all!" a voice yelled.

"Who is it? Who's talking?" The man with the scar turned around viciously with a fish scraper in his hand, but when he saw someone coming, he immediately froze.

The person who came was a short and fat bald man wearing a black suit, a thick gold chain around his neck, and a big gold watch on his hand.

Behind the bald man, followed by four subordinates, all of them looked fierce, and at first sight they were not easy to mess with.

At this moment, the bald man put one hand in his pocket and touched his big bald head with the other, and said with a smile: "Hey, why is it so lively here? It turns out that you and your big brother Octopus are fighting with people here ah!"

The man with the scar: "..." Holding the knife in his hand, he trembled a little.

"Why, you still want to stab me with a knife?" The bald man grinned at the scarred man.

The man with the scar slammed, threw the knife to the ground, and said with an apologetic smile: "How could it be, in front of your President Lu, even if I am so brave, I would not dare to disobey your old man's will!"

"Hee hee, even if you still have a conscience, why don't you quickly help your boss up—that's a fish bowl, not a wine tank, the water in it can't be finished!"

"Yes, yes, yes!!!" The man with the scar hurriedly ran over to help the rough man who was still struggling in the fish basin—the fish basin was sticky and smooth, and he couldn't bear the force. He was kicked in the waist and hurt his waist, I couldn't get out for a while.

"How about it, Octopus, are you dead yet?" The bald man—President Lu joked at the rough man.

The rough man was out of breath, supported by the man with the scar, and seemed to be very afraid of President Lu, "Thank you, President, for your concern——I won't die for a while."

"I care about your ass! I can hear you ruffians clearly—" Mr. Lu gave these blackmailers a vicious look with his triangular eyes, "Today, Young Master Xin is going to open a restaurant at the 'Silla Resort Hotel'. There will be a lot of celebrities and gentlemen attending the dance party. He doesn't want the smog in Jeju Island to cause a lot of things—especially you guys, but you know that Young Master Xin has a temper and angered him. If you can't finish eating, walk around!"

The three words "Master Xin" seem to have an extremely terrifying power. Upon hearing these three words, not only the rough man with the scarred face trembled, but even the local Koreans who watched the fun trembled.

Song Zhichao could see clearly, and couldn't help but wonder, who is this "Master Xin"?There is such a huge power in Jeju Island.

Look at the bald man named President Lu again. After warning these ruffians, he intervened with one hand and walked arrogantly in front of the rough man - Octopus. He slapped his swollen face and said, "Give me Longer memory! Do you understand?!"

The octopus was silent like a cicada, not daring to resist in the slightest.

After the bald man finished speaking, he took another look at Song Zhichao, who had just fought with the octopus, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The reason why President Lu came forward just now was not to help Song Zhichao, but to help this Chinese, it was entirely because of Young Master Xin's will.

First Young Master Xin told him to maintain order below and not to add chaos to tonight's senior dance.

You must know that the people attending the ball tonight are all high-class figures, and these high-level people must not be allowed to see the bad side of Jeju Island.

"This kid is not bad—unfortunately, he is a Chinese!" President Lu withdrew his surprised gaze at Song Zhichao, waved his hand, "Let's go!" Then he led four of his subordinates away.

……

When the bald man walked away, the octopus breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his waist, and shouted to the surroundings: "What are you looking at? Hurry up and disperse!"

"You're looking for death, there's nothing to see! It's over!" The man with the scar disperses the crowd together with others.

Those Hong Kong tourists saw that they had taken advantage of it, and they didn't want to make more troubles, so they slowly dispersed.

Song Zhichao went over to get the suit jacket. This was a custom-made "Armani". He had just bought it and hadn't worn it for a few days. Song Zhichao didn't want to throw it away casually.

No one dared to stop Song Zhichao from seeing Song Zhichao doing this, let alone talk nonsense.

Song Zhichao put on his suit and was about to leave, but he heard the octopus behind him say to the man with the scar: "This damn President Lu, I really think I'm afraid of him!" His tone was obviously stern.

"If it weren't for Young Master Xin to back him up, who would take him in Jeju Island? Isn't he just a big bastard? I really think that by climbing up to Young Master Xin, he can be a domineering power. In the end, it's not someone else's chamber pot— —Use it when you pee, and throw it away when you don't use it!"

"Shh, boss, you can't let people hear you!"

"What are you afraid of? So what do you hear? Who is my octopus afraid of?!" Saying this, the octopus's voice dropped several degrees. It is estimated that only mosquitoes can hear it.

(End of this chapter)