The man threw the documents in front of the white guy and said.
"Please register."
The white guy glanced at the other person first.
The other person's eyes were quite arrogant, so the white guy tentatively asked.
"How much is a glass of Imperial Jade Liquor?"
The other person was taken aback, then replied, "I don't know, I've never heard of this kind of wine."
The white guy knew immediately that the other person wasn't from China.
You're not from China, how dare you be so arrogant? You think you're so great?
The white guy immediately threw all of the other person's information out.
"Get the hell out of here, don't you know any manners?"
Just as the man was about to explode, a middle-aged man rushed over from behind, grabbed him, and whispered something.
“Young Master, this is Mei Di, not a Korean. You should behave yourself. Even your father can’t afford to offend Mei Di.”
The boy was taken aback, but he calmed down and stopped talking.
The middle-aged man picked up the documents from the ground and smiled obsequiously at the young white man.
"Excuse me, handsome, we're here to complete the enrollment procedures."
Seeing that the man's attitude was acceptable, the white guy took the documents and glanced at them. He then discovered that the man was Korean and began to grumble and curse with a look of disgust.
"They're Koreans, no wonder they're so rude."
The boy wanted to get angry when he heard this, but he held back. However, when he saw Lin Chen and Su Xiaowan watching the commotion from the side, he couldn't hold back anymore.
Damn it, I can't mess with white people, but can't I mess with Asians?
So he started cursing at Lin Chen and the other person.
"Hey, what are you looking at?!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Chen exclaimed, "Oh ho, he's a Korean. He really doesn't learn his lesson."
He walked straight over and kicked the boy in the stomach, knocking him to the ground, then kicked him a few more times.
The middle-aged man turned around and saw that his young master had been beaten. He quickly came over to help him up. However, he was experienced in society and knew that not everyone was someone they could afford to offend, especially in a place like Meidi. This was also the reason why the head of the family arranged for him to be by the young master's side.
"May I ask who you are, and why you are hitting someone?"
"Oh, so Koreans can talk properly after all. Why don't you ask this idiot what kind of shit he was spewing from his mouth?"
The middle-aged man could guess that it was his young master who had caused the trouble, but he still spoke up.
"You can't just hit people like that. You have to give me an explanation today, or I'll call the police."
Lin Chen scoffed at this and spoke up.
"I see you're reasonable enough to give you a chance. Call back and say my name is Lin Chen, and ask your family head how to handle this matter."
Although the middle-aged man was puzzled as to what the person in front of him meant, he still picked up the phone and called back.
Being scolded by the head of the family is a minor matter; what's truly serious is offending someone you can't afford to offend.
Korean, Samsung Bank headquarters.
Li Dashun was drinking tea. Although he didn't know what was so good about tea, he saw Li Chongming drinking tea with such a sophisticated air, so he started drinking it too.
Just then, the phone rang. It was his eldest son's butler. Huh? Isn't this the guy who just went to America? He just went to Stanford University to register today. Could this brat have gotten him into trouble?
"I'm Li Dashun, what's the matter?"
"Master, we're reporting to Stanford University, and our young master was beaten up by a Chinese man."
"Damn it, who dares to hit anyone from my Li family? I'll rip them out!"
"The other person said his name was Lin Chen."
"Lin...Lin Chen?"
Li Dashun wondered if he had misheard; he had been hearing that name so much that he had developed PTSD from hearing it so often lately.
At this moment, the middle-aged man also took a picture.
"Master, it's this person. He said you definitely know him."
When Li Dashun saw the photo, he was so frightened that he threw his teacup away.
"Good! This brat only knows how to cause trouble! Why didn't you beat him to death! Go, you go and apologize to Lin Chen right now, and then take out your most valuable gifts and give them to Lin Chen, you hear me! Hurry up!"
"Um...okay...okay."
Seeing the patriarch's terrified tone, the middle-aged man knew that the person in front of him was an important figure.
So he quickly ran to Lin Chen and Su Xiaowan, bowed ninety degrees, and apologized.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, it was my young master's fault. I hope you can forgive him. Oh, by the way, this is a Porsche 911 that we just picked up yesterday. I'm giving it to you as an apology. I hope you will accept it."
At this moment, Li Dashun's eldest son struggled to run over and roared.
“That’s my car, why should I give it to him? Who does he think he is…”
Before he could finish speaking, Li Dashun's eldest son was slapped away by the middle-aged man.
It's clear that this middle-aged man is also a trained fighter.
The eldest son fainted immediately.
The middle-aged man then spoke to Lin Chen again.
"Please accept this, Mr. Lin."
Lin Chen took the car keys and then asked a question.
"Which Korean family are you from?"
The middle-aged man answered respectfully.
"Samsung's Lee family."
Lin Chen nodded and said nothing more.
The middle-aged man, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, handed the Porsche 911 car keys to Lin Chen, then carried his unconscious son on his back and hurriedly left.
The white guy in charge of registration stared blankly at them until the two left.
He stood up and said to Lin Chen.
Wow, bro, you're amazing!
"So-so."
"Huh? Aren't South Korea supposed to be a developed country and China a developing country? Why do they seem so afraid of you?"
"Heh, developed countries? I'd give him ten lives and he wouldn't dare to act recklessly in China."
"Huh? Why is that?"
"Because, in the eyes of our Celestial Empire, unless we reach the world's number one, we are always in the process of development."
"Dude, what you said is so philosophical."
Just then, Zhang San arrived.
"Boss, get in the car."
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, we have a car now."
"Huh? There's a car? What does that mean?"
"Oh, I just beat up a Korean, and the other guy paid me for a car."
Zhang San was a little confused.
"Wait, wait, wait, who beat whom up?"
"Oh, none of that matters. Let's go home for dinner, I'm starving."
So Zhang San drove there alone and drove back alone.
Lin Chen found the Porsche 911 in the parking lot and drove it back with Su Xiaowan.
An Rou was cooking today, and Lin Chen could already smell the aroma of the food before he even entered the door.
"It has to be Chinese food! I'm going to eat three big bowls today!"
An Rou came out carrying the last dish.
"Today's dishes include cola chicken wings, hot and sour shredded potatoes, braised pork knuckle, sweet and sour pork ribs, oyster sauce lettuce, and stir-fried broccoli."
Wow, Anrou, you're amazing!
"Haha, keep it low-key, but Lin Chen, I've noticed that the chicken at Meidi Supermarket is really cheap."
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