Because the Huaibei Foundation Hall was empty, the applause was so loud that it stunned Cui Yuen.
It also made everyone around him confused.
Damn, what a fierce guy!
Although many compatriots are unhappy with Cui Yuen.
But after all, the other party is a foreigner, so you can just say a few words. Once you take action and people report it to the embassy, it will be a serious dispute and you will be sued.
This one is very fierce.
With one slap, people couldn't help but clap their hands and exclaim: Well done, well done!
Even the sound is so crisp and sweet!
Cui Yuen was stunned for a moment, and then he became completely annoyed and glared angrily: "Who, who dares to hit me?"
"You're the one I'm beating."
Yang Bei's voice sounded, and without giving Cui Yuen a chance to react, he slapped him again with his backhand: Bang!
Still so crisp.
When he came down, he happened to see Cui Yuen bullying Da Chun.
Originally, Cui Yuen and Da Chun collided, which was an inevitable setback in life. Da Chun also took the initiative to apologize. Even if Cui Yuen is a little proud, you should stop.
But Cui Yuen not only kept looking for trouble, but also stepped on Da Chun's head.
This is humiliating.
Dachun is a fellow villager of Yangbei, a fellow villager from Shanwowo.
If Yang Bei could watch a foreigner who regarded himself as arrogant and still not get angry when he insulted his fellow countrymen, he would stop being a man.
So, he took action.
After two slaps, he shook his numb palms and said slowly: "Go and apologize to Dachun."
"Yang, Yang Bei..."
Da Chun was dumbfounded from behind. When the employees around him heard this name, they all remembered who this person was: the rumored boyfriend of Lao Dong's best friend.
And she has a good relationship with President Song Qingci.
"Is he Yang Bei? The one who slept in our reception room last night?"
"I know, I know, the doctors at Qipin Tang are quite famous for their medical skills."
Along with the discussion, Cui Yuen, who was covering his face, finally came to his senses and twitched the corners of his eyes: "Yang Bei, you, why are you here?"
"Apologize."
Yang Bei squinted his eyes again and shouted coldly.
Cui Yuen's eyes twitched and he pointed at himself: "You want me to apologize to that country bumpkin? Yang Bei, are you crazy? I am Cui Yuen, I am -"
Snapped!
Another slap interrupted Cui Yuen's words.
In fact, because Yang Bei was injured, these slaps were not serious.
It’s extremely insulting!
There were sneers from all around: "Do you really think this is in the Southern Dynasty? The Southern Dynasty is not as big as our province, so what are the stars from there so good at pretending?"
"That is, he is still bullying us Chinese people in our country."
In fact, Cui Yuen, who has average Chinese proficiency, could not quite understand the discussions around him.
But he could feel the ridicule and disdain everyone looked at him.
Cui Yuen's eyes almost exploded: "You, you really think I dare not mess with you? Security guard? Where's the security guard!"
He shouted twice, and the security guard at the door who had just poked his head in to watch the excitement turned his head as if he didn't hear him.
I made it clear that I didn’t want to offend him.
Suddenly, unprecedented frustration and shame filled Cui Yuen's heart: This shouldn't be like this, I am a popular star, and I have millions of fans in your country.
Every time something happens to me and scandals are exposed, my fans will fight for me - but now.
No one is on his side.
Cui Yuen's eyes twitched for a long time. Before Yang Bei was about to take action again, he gritted his teeth and said, "I apologize!"
Yang Bei then stopped and looked at him indifferently.
There was silence all around, and some people doing business also shut up and watched the excitement.
Cui Yuen gritted his teeth, walked to Da Chun, lowered his head: "I'm sorry."
Da Chun clenched his fists and nodded.
Immediately, Cui Yuen ran away quickly and headed towards the elevator as fast as he could.
Yang Bei didn't stop him, but looked at his hands: It seems that slaps are more effective. Last time he was asked to apologize to Chu Yuelian, but there has been no movement yet.
Immediately, Yang Bei walked quickly towards Dachun: "Dachun, are you okay?"
"Harm, what can happen to me?"
Dachun laughed dryly: "By the way, this is the doctor at the village clinic. What I gave you was handed over by the old gentleman to the village doctor."
"Just a few scattered ones."
Dachun was a little embarrassed: he repeatedly promised to deliver it to Yang Bei, but it fell apart. Several pages fell out, and there were no page numbers.
"The old man gave it to me?"
Yang Bei frowned, took a look at it, his eyes widened, and blurted out: "A detailed explanation of the medical book on strange diseases?"
The Mysterious Syndrome is a strange book.
It records many rare and difficult diseases in ancient times.
Yang Bei has read it, but many parts are missing pages, and there are no treatment methods for some diseases.
For example, if the five qi are not in harmony, Yang Bei knows about it from above, but he doesn't know how to save it.
When Yang Bei first saw Strange Syndrome, he asked the old man why there were no treatments for some of the diseases.
In the words of the old man, the Strange Syndrome suffered from war during the war years and was already incomplete. He has not yet finished repairing it.
And this detailed explanation...
Yang Bei couldn't wait to look through it, and saw that in addition to the original content of the Strange Syndrome, there were also many handwritten annotations by the old man.
baby!
Absolutely a treasure!
Meng Kun and Director Ma once offered Yang Bei a sky-high price for this book.
Its value is evident.
And this annotated edition is the condensed work of the old man's life, which can be said to be even more precious. In Yang Bei's heart, it is simply a priceless treasure.
He carefully put it away and said with some fear: "Fortunately, the boy only dropped a few pages and could recover them, otherwise -"
Seeing Yang Bei so excited, Dachun smiled: "I'll feel relieved if I leave this thing to you."
"Thanks, buddy."
Yang Bei nodded. There is no need to say many sensational words between brothers.
But he found that Da Chun was obviously a little cautious.
Thinking that when he was in the village, Dachun was the king of children who went to live in the house, and now his edges have been smoothed, Yang Bei felt a little bitter: "Are you in a hurry to go back? Let's go, I'll treat you to a meal."
After Yang Bei put his arm around his shoulders, Dachun regained some of his previous feelings.
While walking out together, Da Chun asked awkwardly: "Yang Bei, aren't you a doctor from Qipin Hall? Why are you here? And your clothes..."
"This outfit was given to me by someone else. How can I afford it myself?"
Yang Bei is not talking nonsense.
He had also seen this outfit when Shen Hongyan went shopping with him. She was wearing a famous brand called Givenchy.
The coat alone costs 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, and a pair of short-sleeved shirts priced at 50 yuan each on a street stall costs 70,000 to 8,000 yuan.
How can he have the money to buy it himself?
While the two were chatting casually, Cui Yuen had already taken the elevator to the eighth floor.
This floor is independent and is used as a temporary office space for various partner projects. The first part of the Longhui Group works here.
Cui Yuen is not from the company's headquarters, but belongs to its film and television company, so he works here during this period of time in Jiangzhou.
As soon as he arrived at the hall in the middle of the corridor, he saw a figure leaning on the window railing and looking out. Cui Yuen immediately smiled and said hello: "Mr. Baiteng, why are you on the eighth floor?"