Ye Fan walked into the noodle shop and found a seat to sit down. Looking around, he saw only a dozen tables in the whole noodle shop and less than ten customers.
An old man walked over with a smile and asked politely: "Sir, what would you like to eat?"
Ye Fan smiled lightly, "Boss, let me ask you something. What is your name?"
Without any explanation, he pulled the old man to sit down and gave him a cigarette.
"My surname is Wang." Master Wang pointed to the signboard and said with a smile, "Sir, what do you want?"
"What's up with that karate gym? I remember coming here to play when I was a kid. It seemed like an ancient house there!" Ye Fan asked with a smile.
"Oh, it turned out to be an old house there, which was bought by people from the island country ten years ago." Master Wang looked a little abnormal.
"No need to be taboo, but it doesn't matter if you say it." Ye Fan said with a smile.
"Okay!" Master Wang lit up his cigarette and took a heavy drag. "Well, the owner here was born as a Jinshi and is very famous in our area!
Ten years ago, for some reason, this family suddenly immigrated to an island country, and then those island people moved in and changed his family's ancestral home into this horrible state!"
"Oh?" A strange smile appeared on Ye Fan's face.
"Sir, judging by your accent, you must be from Nanjiang. You must have heard of the boycott of Japanese goods ten years ago, right?" Master Wang asked.
"Yeah! Ten years ago I was in high school, and there was a lot of trouble during that time. There seemed to be some sort of 'treasure-keeping protest', which alarmed a lot of people." Ye Fan nodded repeatedly.
"The protests at that time were organized by us old neighbors! Sir, as you are a well-educated person, you must know that the Jinshi Ancient House is an ancient building in Nanjiang and a national treasure!
But let’s just protest against the government’s indifference. Dozens of samurai warriors rushed out of the karate gym and injured us all!”
Master Wang was full of complaints.
"Later, people from the government came and were very polite to the island dogs. They turned around and scolded us and warned us not to get into trouble. Sir, do you think this is bullying..."
"Haha, that's too much!" Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly.
Master Wang nodded repeatedly and continued to hum angrily: "That's not all. Those islanders are so arrogant and domineering that they chased away the gangsters in our street and began to collect protection fees. Anyone who didn't pay or didn't pay enough would be smashed immediately.
The store beats people up.”
"Is there still such a thing?" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows.
"Sir, you are from Nanjiang, so you must know how many old shops in our street are doing well.
But now, my family is still holding on! The shops opened by the islanders across the street were all stolen from our neighbors!"
The more Master Wang talked, the more intense the fire became. The cigarette holder he held in his mouth was burned to the top of his buttocks without even noticing.
Ye Fan handed him another cigarette and said with a faint smile: "Master Wang, you have a lot of resentment. It seems that you have been bullied a lot."
Master Wang was stunned and said bitterly: "Isn't this just pouring out my bitterness to you? Sir, you haven't eaten yet, right? Wait a moment, I will make you a bowl of noodles. I guarantee it will taste exactly the same as ten years ago!"
"This is a good feeling. Put more beef and no coriander."
"Okay!" Master Wang forced himself to smile and walked away.
Ye Fan sat on the chair and looked coldly at the karate gym opposite, anger welling up in his heart.
On the one hand, he came to Nanjiang this time to avenge Pan Yunzhao and solve the mission of the Sanye Ninja Group!
Another purpose is to give this honorable karate gym a taste of being swept away!
"How dare you be so arrogant in our Chinese territory! If a small tree cannot be cultivated, it will not grow straight. This time I will not be polite to you!" Ye Fan sneered, his face full of anger.
At this moment, seven or eight young people wearing white uniforms walked out from the karate gym opposite.
They had the word "honor" printed on their chests and made a lot of noise in a carefree manner.
Ye Fan was disgusted with the ostentatious way of the islanders, and his heart became increasingly gloomy.
Those young people from the island countries walked straight into Wang Ji Noodle House.
One of them spoke a fluent Mandarin and shouted loudly: "Old man Wang, business is coming, come out to pick up customers!"
His shouts shocked the guests and made other island companions laugh.
Master Wang heard the shouting and hurriedly ran out of the kitchen. When he saw it was a few karate gym members, he immediately smiled and said: "It turns out to be Jiang Yijun. Is it the gust of wind that brought you here today?"
"Let's start with eight bowls of beef noodles, twice the amount of ingredients."
A young man named Jiang Yi came to a table and sat down, crossing his legs and holding a cigarette.
"Yes, yes, please wait a moment, I'll go right away." Master Wang put on a forced smile, looked at Ye Fan with a bitter sigh, and went back to the kitchen to work.
Ye Fan arrived early, and within two minutes, Master Wang brought out his noodles.
Unexpectedly, before it was even delivered to Ye Fan's table, those island men started to protest.
"Baga, why did his face come up first?"
"Are you looking down on us?"
"Old man Wang, I think you are impatient with life!"
Master Wang gave a wry smile, turned around with a smile and said: "Guys, guys, this guest has been waiting for ten minutes. His fabric is not good, it is different from your special one."
Speaking of this, those island people nodded with satisfaction.
"That's pretty much it. How can the food we eat be compared with these Chinese pigs?"
"Yes, yes, we island nation must eat the best!"
The customers in the store showed their anger one after another, but they were afraid of the large number of them, so they only dared to get angry but did not dare to speak out.
"Sir, these island people like to make trouble for nothing." Master Wang also came to Ye Fan with a plastic lunch box and whispered: "How about I pack it up for you and take it away!"
Ye Fan smiled and took the noodles, "No, I'll eat here."
Seeing Ye Fan's resolute attitude, Master Wang couldn't say anything, "Then...then please be quiet. Those islanders who have suffered a thousand cuts don't like to be disturbed."
"I know." Ye Fan nodded.
Master Wang went back to the kitchen to make noodles, and Ye Fan wolfed them down. After a while, a bowl of beef noodles was turned upside down, with not even a drop of soup left.
The karate gymnasts were dumbfounded and started talking in the island dialect with great interest.
"Phew, this Chinese pig eats so fast!"
"The freshly cooked noodles were eaten in less than three minutes. Isn't he afraid of burning them?"
"Hey, there is a saying in China that a dead pig is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. Is that what he is talking about?"
"Hahaha……"
The young people from the island nation burst into laughter.
Soon, their faces came up.
Master Wang arranged them for them one by one with a smile. Just as he was about to leave, Jiang Yi suddenly grabbed him and said, "Old man Wang, this month's protection fee should be paid."
Master Wang was stunned, "Didn't I just hand it over to Matsushita-kun last week?"
"Haha, you also know that it was Panasonic and his group who took over." Jiang Yi shook his head, "They are only middle-level members, and you haven't given us high-level members yet!"
"Jiang Yijun, this is against the rules. In the past, we people from Nanjiang came to collect money, and there were only one group of people a month. But you..."
There was a loud "pop!" and Master Wang's voice stopped abruptly.
He covered his face in disbelief and looked at Jiang Yi angrily, "You...why did you hit someone?"
"Old man Wang, don't chirp at me. I'm in a bad mood today. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll smash your noodle shop!" Jiang Yi retracted his palm calmly, "Hurry up and give me the money, otherwise you'll be responsible for the consequences!"
Master Wang gritted his teeth, and his face was full of five-fingerprints: "Jiang Yijun, why are you so domineering! I...I want to find your restaurant owner for review!"
"Haha, old man Wang, don't be naive!" Jiang Yi laughed, "Our master has many things to do every day, will he support you?"
"You, the host, have given me the honor. If someone makes trouble, I...I can..."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yi gave a cold look, raised his foot and kicked Master Wang viciously in the stomach, "China Pig, I think you are looking for death if you don't shed tears until you see the coffin!"
Master Wang's eyes were wide open.
The opponent was coming with great force. Considering his sixty-year-old age, how could he possibly avoid this kick?
There was a young man next to him who wanted to stand up and seek justice, but was stopped by his companions.
The diners at several tables looked at each other, shaking their heads and sighing.
A female customer covered her eyes and couldn't bear to look directly.
Unexpectedly, after waiting for three seconds, she didn't hear Master Wang's cry of pain.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a tall and upright figure standing in front of Master Wang.
"...Sir, you..." Faint tears welled up in the corners of Master Wang's eyes.
He knew that the way he was trying to please the island country dog just now was seen by this gentleman, and he would probably look down on him.
But the power of the karate gym is so great that even if he wants to resist, he doesn't have the ability.
Ye Fan didn't think there was anything wrong with what Master Wang did. Society has always been like this. Even if there weren't these island dogs, there would be other gangsters who would cause trouble for him.
"Master Wang, I know your difficulties, no need to explain." Ye Fan smiled, "Go and disperse the guests, then close the door. By the way, don't call the police!"
"Okay, okay!" Master Wang quickly ran to comfort the frightened customers.
These people were very cooperative and left the store one after another.
Among them, there were two passionate young men who came with an iron pole from behind the door and wanted to go in and help Ye Fan.
"Everyone, call someone to go in and beat those island country bastards to death!"
"Should we call the police first?"
Master Wang pulled down the iron gate. When he heard that the customers wanted to call the police, he quickly advised, "No, don't. Please just pretend you didn't see anything. Don't call the police."
"Boss, why did you pull down the iron door? What should I do?" someone asked.
"Everyone, that gentleman can tell at a glance that he is Lian Jiazi. Those small characters are definitely no match for him." Master Wang has opened a noodle shop and receives diners from all over the world, so he naturally has some experience.
He took a look at the thick calluses on the back of Ye Fan's hands, which were definitely left over from years of martial arts practice.
Moreover, the opponent can react the moment those islanders take action and restrain them, which shows that his strength is far superior to those of the islanders!
Master Wang persuaded the diners to leave and stood guard at the door alone, carefully helping Ye Fan look out for the wind.