"The people named Yang are my comrades in the Langya Special Operations Brigade. Are you scared? Kneel down and kowtow three times, and I will let you go." Zhao Honggang screamed at the top of his lungs.
Wolf Fang Special Operations Brigade!
The shocking title immediately attracts people passing by to stop.
Yang Chen sneered. Zhao Honggang really thought he was a college student. He walked over without saying a word and kicked the two fake soldiers down without any warning. The one who was as thin as a stick almost lost his breath.
The fat man wanted to make a move, but Yang Chen's eyes narrowed and he showed his sharpness. He grasped the guy's collar with his right hand and buckled the belt holding his big belly with his left hand. He lifted the tripod with an overlord, seemingly without much effort, and lifted the fat man who weighed more than 180 kilograms.
He raised it high above his head and then smashed it against the front windshield of the Cheetah off-road vehicle.
Click!
The windshield shattered, and the fat man fell into the car miserably. He was so frightened that he forgot about the pain.
In the blink of an eye, Yang Chen knocked down three men who claimed to be masters of the Langya Special Forces Team, and turned to look at Zhao Honggang, who was dumbfounded, and another man in camouflage uniforms who was too frightened and overwhelmed.
"Didn't you say that you are the King of Soldiers? Didn't you yell that you wanted to kill me? Come on, why are you standing there, do it!" Yang Chen approached Zhao Honggang and slapped him on the face.
Zhao Honggang looked horrified, cowered and backed away. He tripped over a traffic barrier in the parking lot and fell to the ground. Most of the onlookers were amused.
Yang Chen looked down at Zhao Honggang who looked like a coward, smiled with utmost contempt, took out his phone and dialed 114 to check the number of Xuefu Road Police Station.
At the Xuefu Road Police Station, Director Feng Yu was holding a meeting for the people in the station. The female police officer who answered Yang Chen's call boldly opened the door of the conference room and said, "Officer Feng, I have your phone number."
"Don't you know I'm in a meeting?" Director Feng made an official statement.
"The person who called said you know him, his name is Yang Chen." The policewoman said tremblingly.
Yang Chen?
Director Feng was stunned for a moment, then thought of someone, hurriedly left his seat, went out to answer the phone, returned to the conference room two minutes later, pointed to six or seven people, and said solemnly: "Follow me, there is a case."
The people who were pointed out hurriedly got up, thinking that the director was personally leading the team and that some big case had happened. They all looked solemn and followed Director Feng. Three Santana police cars, sirens blaring, rushed towards Ningda and Director Feng.
The policeman in the same car asked, "Director, a homicide?"
"It's not a murder case, it's a case assigned by Brother Chen. Someone pretended to be a soldier to commit fraud." Director Feng said seriously. The policemen in the car looked at each other in confusion. They slowly figured out who Brother Chen was and felt relieved.
The police showed up, swarmed up and handcuffed several fake soldiers. Yang Chen pulled out a cigarette and handed it to Director Feng. Director Feng was flattered and caught it. Seeing that Yang Chen also had a cigarette, he quickly took out a lighter and lit Yang Chen's cigarette first.
"They are all scum, treat them well."
Yang Chen held a cigarette in his mouth and warned Director Feng. Director Feng nodded vigorously. At this time, Zhao Hong, who had just been pushed into a police car, knew that he had encountered a hard fight, and his face was ashen.
The police come and go even faster.
The front of Ning University's main teaching building quickly returned to calm. Shen Yue and Xiao Ai, who had been hiding secretly, breathed a sigh of relief, walked out of the corner, and walked towards Yang Chen.
Shen Yue said seriously: "Thank you for helping Xiao Ai."
Yang Chen gently rubbed his nose and said, "With your reputation, Beauty Shen, can I help you?"
Shen Yue smiled and took Yang Chen's arm, and moved up to kiss her man's face. She suddenly remembered something, patted her forehead and said, "By the way, there is one more thing, I almost forgot to tell you."
"Is there something else?" Yang Chen smiled bitterly, thinking that there have been so many trivial things lately.
Shen Yue said with a smile: "Today is my birthday."
Yang Chen was stunned immediately.
Shen Yue’s birthday.
Yang Chen was caught off guard. He booked a hotel, a KTV private room, and a cake. He was busy all afternoon. In the evening, Yang Chen's Wrangler SUV and Shen Yue's BMW X6 left Ningda one after another. They encountered a traffic jam in the evening rush hour. Fifty minutes Then we arrived at our destination.
Xiangyu Pavilion.
A restaurant as famous as Xiaoxiang Tower.
Nine people got out of the two cars. They were still those who were traveling to Sanya. They poured into the restaurant under the leadership of Yang Chen. The waiter smiled and guided the way. The group walked through the cloisters and pavilions. The Xiangyu Pavilion has a gorgeous appearance, just like a large inner palace. The decoration inside is not bad either, classic and elegant, with red palace lanterns hanging in the elegant room, everything from the tables, chairs, murals, to the tableware and tea sets is quite exquisite. It is a century-old brand that deserves its reputation.
The cost of decorating a restaurant is absolutely astronomical in the eyes of the general public.
However, the wool comes from the sheep. Almost all investment expenditures in today's catering industry are passed on to customers. Selling the environment, selling features, and selling brands has become the mainstream. As Yang Chen expected, the dishes at Xiangyu Pavilion are not cheap, and ordinary people can browse them casually. One page of recipes will definitely make you slap the table and stare, calling this a shady restaurant.
Nine people, sixteen hot and cold dishes, one soup, and one staple food. The waiter did not suggest ordering more. Yang Chen stopped and asked for a table of dishes. When he left, more than half of the table was left. He still felt that he had the dignity of being superior to others and was a nouveau riche. Yang Chen really couldn't learn this vulgar style.
Influenced by his parents since childhood, he has never lost a grain of rice while eating.
How could a true noble regard waste as a means of showing off?
The aristocratic families that have lasted for more than a hundred years have educated their children to be frugal and harsh to an extent that outsiders cannot understand. Therefore, after three hundred years of glory, the Rothschild family is still a powerful presence in the dark side of the world. The Rockefeller family has been in decline for six generations, and every generation has no exception. He is a business genius who maximizes the effectiveness of money.
There is a sad saying in China that wealth cannot last more than three generations.
As soon as the children of the Rockefeller family learned to write, they began to record the whereabouts and use value of every pocket money. How many rich second generations in China do this?
The difference is clear at a glance.
Yang Chen was neither in power as a herdsman, nor as a sage who was far away from the rivers and lakes but still worried about the country and the people. He had some small feelings on a whim and had no intention of delving into these things. Various dishes were served on the table. The authentic northern dishes were as exquisite as Jiangnan cuisine. It was worth the money, but Han Lei, who was not very formal, couldn't help but use his chopsticks first, tasted a few dishes, and was full of praise.
An old store that has been passed down for hundreds of years has its own uniqueness.
Tonight's protagonist, Shen Yue, did not regard herself as the protagonist at all. She served the man next to her with food and water, and asked him in a low voice if the food he brought was delicious. She was careful and gentle. She was the apple of her parents' eye, and a sweetheart who was cared for by everyone. The charming girl, because of her encounter with Yang Chen, quietly changed and learned to take care of others in every possible way.
The magic of love is truly amazing.
A dinner filled with laughter and laughter.
After the meal, Yang Chen paid the bill and the group moved to the cashier KTV. The price of the cashier was moderate and the environment was good. When Yang Chen and the others arrived, there were many people waiting in line. Fortunately, they had booked a private room in advance.
Everyone entered the private room, and the waiter didn't have time to serve fruit plates and drinks. Jiang Zhiwen, who was playing music, had already started. He played the first song of Zhou Tianwang, imitating the special singing tune with unclear words vividly. If Yang Chen didn't watch the big screen Of the lyrics and dialogue on the song, five or six out of ten lines have no idea what to sing.
Being used to listening to sonorous and passionate military songs, Yang Chen really can't appreciate Jay Chou's songs, but he admits that Jay Chou's lyrics are more beautiful and have a literary and youthful charm.
"Come on, boss, let's sing "Brothers" together."
Zhou Huiqiang waited for Han Lei to finish singing, selected a song, and asked Yang Chen to sing together. Yang Chen stood up happily, and the five people in dormitory 301, including Jiang Yao, who was tone deaf, sang at the top of their lungs with emotion.
The gentle wind is like the sound of old dreams.
It's not that I'm not strong enough, it's that reality is too rigid.
Fish going against the current is a natural destiny.
It's not that I don't want to bow my head, it's that the tears sting.
Among these five people, Yang Chen's singing voice is powerful, slightly hoarse and full of vicissitudes of life, which is intoxicating. On the sofa, Shen Yue stares at Yang Chen's side face with obsessed eyes, and the "wives group" of 301 also applauds collectively.
Han Lei finished singing this song while holding his urine, dropped the microphone, and hurried to the bathroom. As a result, something happened. What happened was that Han Lei came back from the bathroom and accidentally encountered five or six drunk people in the corridor. The young man accidentally touched the arm of one of them.
It was originally a big deal.
The person who was touched didn't know which muscle was cramped, and became furious. Regardless of Han Lei's low apology, he grabbed Han Lei's hair with both hands, pushed his head down, and kicked him violently.
The arrogant young man's companions also swarmed around and beat Han Lei, who was unable to fight back.
