Zhao Xianjun is not an ordinary person. He has attracted tens of millions of fans in China with just his face.
Xiaojuan originally thought that the other party was too arrogant and wanted to destroy the other party's prestige, but she did not expect such consequences.
"Brother Ye, it's really not me." Xiaojuan was a little frightened.
"I know." Ye Fan smiled.
"Brother Ye, stop talking about Xiaojuan. These people... are so unreasonable!" Li Ruoxin pursed her lips and whispered.
"Leave it to me." Ye Fan stood up and blocked Li Ruoxin behind him.
He put his hands behind his back, looked at the middle-aged woman across from him proudly, and snorted softly, "You are... China's tragedy!"
"Boy, what do you mean!" the sharp-tongued woman asked angrily.
Ye Fan shook his head disdainfully.
"As Chinese people, you watch with a cold eye as trash from other countries bullies your compatriots. However, when this trash suffers a little bit of harm, you can turn into a mad dog for him.
I really want to know what makes you forget your ancestors, be so flattering to a stick, and want to tear your compatriots into pieces?"
"Boy, who are you calling rubbish?" The sharp-tongued woman automatically filtered out Ye Fan's question and only heard him scolding Zhao Xianjun.
Ye Fan sneered, "The self-righteous Koreans are rubbish, and the self-righteous Koreans are even more rubbish.
I don’t hate enthusiastic foreign friends, but I can’t accept that foreign trash is making money in China while insulting our Chinese compatriots!”
"You...you say it again!"
"You brat, I think you're tired of living, aren't you?"
"Do you know how many fans our Hyunjun Oppa has? Each of you can drown you with just a spit of spit!"
"Why are you talking about our oppa? Apologize quickly, otherwise we will make you regret coming into this world!"
This time, not only the sharp-tongued woman, but also other people started shouting angrily.
Ye Fan successfully diverted their attack on Xiaojuan and attracted all the hatred to himself.
Zhao Xianjun hid behind the angry manager and assistant, with a very angry look on his face.
"Chinese people are overestimating their own capabilities! If I post on Weibo and ask them to kill you, you will die and it will be ugly!"
His voice was not loud, but everyone present could hear it.
Not only was the sharp-tongued woman not angry, but she showed off her power, "Boy, did you hear that? Our handsome and handsome oppa has this kind of prestige in China!"
Don't be arrogant, as long as Oppa Xianjun has a meager salary, I guarantee you won't be able to survive in Binhai!"
"Really?" Ye Fan smiled faintly, stretched out his finger and lightly stroked the air, "A warm reminder, anyone who provokes me will not end well."
The sharp-tongued woman didn't know what was going on, but the next second, Zhao Xianjun suddenly screamed.
Everyone turned around and saw Zhao Xianjun covering his face and stomping on the spot.
Mottled blood overflowed between his fingers and fell down his wrist.
Zhao Xianjun's management team was stunned for a few seconds, and then screamed "Ah".
Wrist bruises are easy to deal with. Wearing a sheath can cover the eyes and ears.
But you definitely can’t cover the scratches on your face!
Zhao Xianjun relies on his face to win over a large number of die-hard girls in China. It can be said that he is an outstanding representative of those who rely on his face to make a living.
If he loses his face, then what a fool he is!
The agents checked Zhao Xianjun like crazy, and it took a while before they managed the wounds on his face.
Fortunately, Zhao Xianjun only had a small bloody hole on his chin, about half a centimeter, which was not eye-catching.
The sharp-mouthed woman turned around angrily, her eyes red, as if she wanted to kill someone.
"You...you, you dare to betray Xianjun Oppa's appearance, I want you to pay a price, pay a painful price!"
Ye Fan spread his hands innocently and said loudly: "Auntie, please don't accuse me wrongly? I'm several meters away from him, and I'm still separated by a group of you, how can I possibly deceive him?"
"It's you, it must be you!" the sharp-tongued woman shouted angrily, "You bastard, I'm going to call the police and have the police detain you, and then ask Xianjun's fans to kill you..."
"So domineering?" Ye Fan looked horrified.
"You took advantage of your prominent status to occupy our private room. If we didn't agree, you threatened us again and again.
Now, even Zhao Xianjun’s injury must be blamed on us, are you still being unreasonable?”
"Are you scared now?" The sharp-tongued woman put her hands on her hips and cursed in a sharp voice.
"We are just unreasonable, what can you do to us! Oppa Xianjun occupies your private room to give you face, don't be shameless!"
"Wow!" Ye Fan was shocked, "Auntie, Mr. Zhao Xianjun has always been a very gentle person on the screen. Don't describe him in such a bad way! I don't believe he is this kind of person!"
"Bah, we Xianjun Oppa must have whatever we want. You people are not allowed to have any opinions!" The sharp-tongued woman turned to Zhao Xianjun and smiled, "Xianjun Oppa, am I right?"
"Yeah!" Zhao Xianjun glared at Ye Fan resentfully and roared angrily.
"Chinese people are inferior! Korean people are superior!
Everything, mine!
Fans, mine!
Money, mine!
You all have to give it to me!
No one can resist me!
Goryeo is the strongest in the world!"
The smile on Ye Fan's face became colder and colder, "Goryeo is the strongest in the world?"
"Yes, we are the strongest! You are the weakest!" Zhao Xianjun shouted loudly.
"Mr. Zhao, you have to understand one thing. You are making money in our land of China. Are you sure you dare to say such things in China?" Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and exuded a murderous intention.
Zhao Xianjun didn't know it yet, so he stepped forward angrily to push away the people, and stretched out his finger to hit Ye Fan hard in front of him.
"Huaxia fans are stupid and obedient. They do whatever I tell them to do. If you offend me, I will let them kill you now!"
"Kill me?"
Ye Fan looked up to the sky and let out a burst of laughter. Then he jumped up suddenly and punched Zhao Xianjun directly in the face.
How could Zhao Xianjun block this heavy blow? He was punched by Ye Fan and fell to the ground. His head was buzzing and stars were lingering in front of his eyes.
Before anyone else could react, Ye Fan stepped on Zhao Xianjun's face and shouted loudly.
"Stupid Korean dog, please listen clearly!
The strongest in the world is our country, not one of them!"
"Oh my God, my God! You...you, you, you, take your feet off!"
"Come quickly, it's time to kill someone. Someone wants to kill Zhao Xianjun!"
"Hyunjun Oppa, hold on, I will call the police to rescue you right away!"
A group of women screamed.
Ye Fan was upset when he heard this and shouted coldly: "If anyone dares to be presumptuous again, I will crush his head!"
"What?!"
"Crazy, crazy!"
"We are going to prosecute you and we will never let you go!"
"Hyunjun Oppa..."
The women were crying and shouting, eager to rush forward and have a good show of beauty saving the hero.
Unfortunately, Ye Fan's foot never left Zhao Xianjun's head. Once someone from the management team approached, he stepped on Zhao Xianjun with a little more strength and screamed.
Ye Fan looked at the women opposite him coldly, feeling extremely disappointed with them.
What is the magic power of Korean stars that can lower the IQ of these people infinitely, and even turn around to persecute compatriots in their own motherland!
Isn't the word "country" worse than a baseball star?
Ye Fan took a deep breath and gently rubbed Zhao Xianjun's face with the soles of his feet, "Mr. Zhao, I really want to ask again, which one is stronger, China or Korea?"
Zhao Xianjun was stepped on by Ye Fan and was so painful that he had no other emotions except fear.
"China, China is strong, China is the strongest in the world! Let me go, please, let me go..."
Zhao Xianjun knew how precious his face was, and he also knew that the boy who stepped on him was not a kind person.
He dared to attack his face again and again, which shows how vicious he is!
Ye Fan was slightly surprised by Zhao Xianjun's softness.
People who are originally proud will never give in easily.
But Zhao Xianjun didn't last even three seconds and gave up?
"Didn't you say that Goryeo is the strongest? Why didn't you go back to Goryeo's development? Now you say that China is strong. Why!" Ye Fan asked again.
"My country is poor. Making money is difficult. China is rich. Whatever I want, the fans will give it to me." Zhao Xianjun shouted, "I love China and I am willing to be here forever. Please don't hit me again..."
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"That's it." Ye Fan moved his feet away, grabbed Zhao Xianjun, and said in a deep voice: "Tell me again, which one is better, China or Korea?"
"Huaxia, definitely Huaxia!" Zhao Xianjun was horrified and said quickly.
"Very good, you can go." Ye Fan patted Zhao Xianjun's face, "This is your last chance. If you miss it, I will completely expel you on behalf of hundreds of millions of dignified Chinese people!"
"Yes, yes, I know, I know, thank you, thank you."
Zhao Xianjun was overwhelmed by Ye Fan's force, and he was groveling and flattering, just like the third grandson, completely opposite to what he looked like when he first arrived.
The sharp-tongued woman stared at Mark with humiliation and resentment.
"Boy, you are lucky! Mr. Xianjun Oppa has a lot of people and won't care about you. If there is a next time, we will never give up!"
Until now, she is still immersed in the beautiful fantasy of Zhao Xianjun and Oppa.
Although reality is cruel, she still denies reality for Zhao Xianjun.
She and tens of thousands of fans of Bangzi are moving forward with their heads high and full of passion on this road of no return!
Zhao Xianjun covered his injured face and led his management team out of the private room in despair.
The waiter was dumbfounded and didn't react until Zhao Xianjun and others had gone far away.
A young waiter with eyes full of little stars walked up to Ye Fan excitedly, "Sir, you are so handsome!"
"Yes, compared with you, Zhao Xianjun is simply unsightly!" Another waiter also echoed.
"Really?" Ye Fan smiled lightly, "Thanks for the compliment."
The young waiter was a little worried, "Sir, Zhao Xianjun has many fans in China. If he really sends a message, I'm afraid it will cause you a lot of trouble."
"Not afraid." Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders indifferently, turned to Xiao Zhao and smiled: "Xiao Zhao, did you take pictures of what happened just now?"
"Huh?" Xiao Zhao was stunned, took out his phone from behind his arm, and said in surprise: "Brother Ye, how do you know I took the video?"