Chapter 239 Don’t use your hobby to challenge other people’s careers
Xiao Peng and his companions had just reached the parking lot of E-Kosel when Khedira's phone rang. He picked up the call with a frown on his face, but he hung up without saying a word.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Peng asked.
Khedira pointed at the phone and said, "Olga and Serena have been arrested."
"What did they do? Why would they inform you?" Xiao Peng asked puzzledly.
Khedira said: "The people who arrested them are from the party we went to."
"They went back again?" Xiao Peng was stunned.
"The people from that party went somewhere else and took them away." Khedira said, "I told you to bring money to redeem them."
"Me? To redeem someone?" Xiao Peng came back to his senses. Damn, it is said that wealth should not be exposed. Does this mean that people will have bad intentions after seeing my money?
Who is it? Wang Shuang? No way?
Walter asked, "Boss, what should we do?"
Xiao Peng asked in return: "What do they have to do with me?"
Walter and Khedira fell silent after hearing this. Walter helped Xiao Peng open the car door and asked, "Shall we go back now?"
They are just bodyguards responsible for Xiao Peng's safety. If Xiao Peng says he doesn't want to care about this matter, they will definitely not care, unless they don't want to work for Xiao Peng anymore.
After hearing this, Xiao Peng looked disappointed and pointed at the two of them, saying, "I'm asking you what their arrest has to do with me. You can't even answer such a simple question? You're so stupid!"
"Ah?" Walter and Khedira looked at Xiao Peng in confusion.
"What?" Xiao Peng said, "Although I should take responsibility for not listening to my advice to them when we left, it was ultimately because of me that they were captured. Of course, I have to bring them out."
Khedira frowned and said, "Boss, you clearly have bodyguards with you, so how dare they target you? What gives them the confidence to do this?"
Xiao Peng scoffed upon hearing this. "Look at the way you two are dressed. In their eyes, you might just be 2D otakus. As for me... aren't Chinese people always the best targets for robbery? Let's go and teach them a lesson!"
After hearing this, Walter helped Xiao Peng close the car door: "Let's go."
Xiao Peng was stunned again: "Why are you closing the door?"
"Aren't we going to teach them a lesson?" Walter asked puzzledly.
Xiao Peng pointed in the direction of the 'ruins' and said, "You're still walking that far? This time, just drive straight in! Beat up anyone you see! And then leave! Am I the parent of a spoiled brat? Do you two think you can handle this? Don't even think about asking me to do it later. That would be embarrassing!"
Walter patted his chest and said, "I can handle this little scoundrel by myself!"
Xiao Peng nodded: "Okay then, you handle it by yourself, Khedira and I will watch from the side!"
"Well......"
"Why? Scared?"
"I'm not afraid of shit!"
"Then what are you talking about? Let's go!"
"Okay, our car is in front!"
Although there were still many people in the open space of the "ruins" at this time, they were not playing around like before. The bald man was sitting on the stairs, with a group of people standing on both sides. Their aggressive look made the people who were originally here afraid to speak.
But they didn't leave.
Why?
Just wait and see!
This bald guy is the bully of the ruins. I wonder who will be in trouble after he caused such a big scene.
At this moment, the intercom in the hand of the bald man's side said: "Two cars entered the 'ruins'!"
"Is it the police?" his men replied.
"no."
The bald man waved his hand. "Alright, don't overthink it. They're here! How could someone with so much money in their pocket not have a car? They're here for the first time to see the fun, so they didn't drive."
After hearing what he said, his men waved in the direction they came from, signaling them to make way.
In a few minutes, a Mercedes-Benz and a Rolls-Royce appeared in front of them.
The bald man frowned slightly. Someone who could drive a Rolls-Royce Phantom was not someone to be trifled with. But now that so many people were riding the tiger, it was difficult to back down. He looked at the two cars with a gloomy face.
When he saw that it was Xiao Peng who got out of the Rolls-Royce, he felt relieved.
It's no secret that Chinese people are rich, and many international students buy luxury cars as the first thing they do when they come here. But no matter what car they drive, they are still easy to bully!
He stood up and walked over to Xiao Peng, still trying to think of a reason to extort money from him, when suddenly a fist the size of a bowl appeared before his eyes. Before he could figure out what was going on, the person was sent flying.
It was Walter who did it, and he didn't tolerate people and just did it directly.
Xiao Peng sat directly on the front of the Rolls-Royce: "Khedira, where's the wine you bought? You can drink it now!"
"Here, here, boss, believe me, our German sparkling wine tastes better than French champagne!" Khedira brought two paper cups. They had become accustomed to drinking champagne with paper cups on the boat. . . . .
The two men were drinking champagne and watching Walter beat people up, commenting on what happened. They were not nervous at all.
"Boss, I know I'm not worried about our boss's ability, but why don't you worry about him?" Khedira asked.
Xiao Peng took a sip from his glass and said slowly, "When I was a kid, several of my friends loved playing football..."
Khedira interrupted him before he finished speaking: "Wait, you Chinese still have football?"
Xiao Peng's face was filled with black lines. "Don't worry about those details! Anyway, my friends are known as the 'Kings of Baseball Fields' in our area, but one time when they were playing football with someone, they got a good lesson from the other team. Later, I found out that there were two youth players on the opposing team who were members of a professional team. They were 'substitutes among substitutes', not even substitutes. As a result, those two gave my two friends a lesson. The title of the lesson was 'Never challenge others' careers with your hobby'. They say 'masters are among the people'. Are there masters among the people? Of course there are, but they are rare. If Walter can't handle this group of little hooligans alone, you can stop being my bodyguards and go home to your kids!"
"Then you must be considered a folk expert!" Khedira flattered Xiao Peng without revealing his feelings: "In terms of skills, we are far behind you."
Xiao Peng took a sip from his glass and said, "Don't be discouraged. Practice hard. When you put all your energy into fighting and train for a while, you will find..."
"Can I beat you?" Khedira asked excitedly.
Xiao Peng shook his head: "You will find that the distance between you and me has widened, and I will also improve, okay?"
Khedira had a dark face.
Xiao Peng frowned and said, "Strange, why haven't I heard it yet?"
"What did you hear?" Khedira asked puzzledly.
Suddenly, Khedira's eyes changed and he reached out to pull Xiao Peng: "Boss, get out of the way!"
PS: Let me tell you a story that's not a joke. When Lao Yang was a kid, he loved playing football. He was pretty good, even making the school team and playing in the Mayor's Cup (a middle school sports league. Incidentally, I also competed in the Mayor's Cup for basketball). Because I was pretty confident in my skills, I often went to the Sports Center to play. Those who went there were people like Lao Yang who were self-assured that they were good players.
Then a guy a year younger than Lao Yang showed up to play. He really taught Lao Yang and his group a lesson. Not to be self-deprecating, but playing with him was like playing with a primary school student. The gap was just that huge.
But this guy was too talkative, as if he had drunk arsenic before speaking. After kicking him a few times, a conflict arose, and he was beaten up by a group of people who often played football at the time. Lao Yang did not fight back at the time, but now he regrets it very much. . . . .
It’s not that I regret not taking action, but I regret why I didn’t stand up and stop everyone and get along well with this young man.
Anyway, the next time I saw him was on TV. He'd become a star player, worth tens of millions. If Lao Yang had really saved him, and he'd been so grateful and given Lao Yang a few million in pocket money, Lao Yang wouldn't have had to work so hard writing books, right?
However, it was from that time that Lao Yang understood this truth: Never use your hobby to challenge other people's careers, the gap is really too big.
PS: When that guy played football with Lao Yang, he was a "substitute among substitutes" player.
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