Chen Yang put his hands on the table and tried to stand up.
"Chen Yang!"
Tang Wan stretched out a hand and put it on the back of Chen Yang's hand, stopping him nervously with her eyes.
She didn't want Chen Yang to start a fight in a place like the first-class waiting room. Besides, the middle-aged man was as fat as a slaughtered pig, and Tang Wan was also afraid that Chen Yang would suffer.
Chen Yang gave him a comforting look, indicating that he knew what he was doing, and stood up resolutely.
After the fat middle-aged man dropped the money, he only had eyes for girls and never looked at Chen Yang again.
Realizing that he had stood up, the plump middle-aged man thought he was giving up his seat, so he leaned over and muttered: "If you had given up earlier, it would have been over. It's just money. I don't need money, so get out of here."
, don’t hinder me from seeing my girl.”
Immediately afterwards, he realized something was wrong.
The plump middle-aged man squeezed for a moment without moving, and looked at Chen Yang.
When Chen Yang looked over at him, he put his hand into his arms and took it out, holding a stack of red banknotes with three fingers.
The plump middle-aged man groaned secretly. This action looked familiar to him and he did it often.
As he guessed——
The next moment, Chen Yang smashed a stack of hundred-yuan bills over, hitting the plump middle-aged man in the face.
Suddenly, the goddess scattered flowers - clatter, ten thousand and one hundred dollar bills scattered down.
"Throw money at me, right?"
"You just gave me one thousand, come here, here is ten thousand, you don't have to give up your seat, as long as you disappear from my presence immediately!"
This movement immediately attracted the attention of everyone around, even the beautiful stewardesses looked over in surprise.
Many people have heard of throwing money, but few people have seen it with their own eyes.
This opened my eyes, it was really amazing.
Some people even took out their mobile phones and started taking photos.
The subject being photographed was naturally a plump middle-aged man - hundreds of dollar bills fell from his head and shoulders, and he didn't look the least bit embarrassed, but looked extremely embarrassed.
Chen Yang felt extremely happy when he saw him like this.
He took this money with him for self-defense. After being poor for so many years, he has become poor. Without some cash on him, he always feels uneasy.
No, it will come in handy.
Tang Wan was at the other end of the table and failed to stop Chen Yang at the first time. Looking at this scene, she stamped her feet fiercely, thinking that she was in trouble, and secretly complained that Chen Yang was inconsiderate.
as expected--
"you wanna die!"
The plump middle-aged man rolled up his sleeves.
He had often done it himself by throwing money at people's faces, but when it happened to him, the plump middle-aged man was so embarrassed and angry that he couldn't bear it at all.
He raised his fist and was about to strike, but Chen Yang didn't even dodge, and kindly reminded him: "Want to hit me? I advise you to think again."
"What, are you scared? Why did you go there earlier? I have to teach you a lesson today."
Chen Yang said leisurely: "I'm afraid, I'm just reminding you to think carefully before taking action. What if someone acts bravely?"
Tang Wan, who stood up nervously, felt depressed and thought: "How long has it been since this happened and you are still in the mood to joke?"
Be brave and act like a ghost!
The plump middle-aged man naturally didn't believe it. He used all his strength to punch Chen Yang's head.
Chen Yang watched without changing his expression, neither hiding nor parrying.
"Are you scared out of your wits?"
As soon as this idea emerged from the onlookers' minds, a hand stretched out from the side and firmly held the fat middle-aged man's wrist.
"What are you doing?"
The plump middle-aged man looked at the iron-fisted master in shock.
He was a strong man with a Chinese-shaped face and an inverted triangle figure. He was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt in autumn, which was so tight that it seemed like it was being pushed open by his muscles.