A group of menacing-looking people walked straight up to Zhu Fanfan and her group. Ming Yunshu came over to talk to them, but as they talked, the other party suddenly became furious, while Ming Yunshu, in a good-natured manner, seemed to be explaining something.
Xi Yan asked with some concern, "What exactly are they talking about?"
He was just worried that Uncle Ming would be crushed, since the other party seemed to be very difficult to deal with, and Uncle Ming was not in a good position. However, Uncle Ming did not signal them to make a move, so they could only wait here.
While snacking, Zhu Fanfan explained, "Those fat seaweeds said the places we walked through were polluted and smelly, and they wanted us to pay for cleaning. My godfather said that all the air in the world comes from one company, and suggested that they first apply for a patent at the United Nations before asking for compensation. Those fat seaweeds then said that they can't control the air in other places, but this place is their responsibility, and if they pollute this air, they have to pay them. My godfather said to let them shout, and if the air responds, they will admit that the air in this place belongs to them. They are now frantically trying to prove that the air belongs to them."
Xi Yan: ...Isn't this ridiculous?
Haibu: ...Don't foreigners have brains?
But Xi Yan asked, "How do you understand it?"
Zhu Fanfan replied, "They use Y language. My maternal grandfather studied in Y country and taught me. My godfather also practiced conversation with me at home."
Xi Yan was puzzled: "You know Y language, so why did Uncle Ming still translate for you all the way?"
Zhu Fanfan glanced at him: "Godfather is mainly explaining this to you. Besides, we were using L language when we were shopping just now."
Haibu asked directly, "Why do you call them 'Fat Seaweed'?"
Zhu Fanfan pointed at several people and said, "Look at them, they are fat and burly, pointed at the top and bottom and round in the middle, just like dried mulberry leaves. The most important thing is that after the mulberry leaves are soaked, they look several sizes bigger, but they are still thin in the bones. In people, this is commonly called 'weak'."
Xi Yan asked in surprise, "You remembered medicine?"
Zhu Fanfan was speechless: "Brother, this is just common sense, everyone knows that."
Haib asked impatiently, "They haven't proven that the air belongs to them yet?"
Zhu Fanfan was even more speechless: "They argued that the air was scared because their godfather came and that's why it didn't make a sound. Their godfather made them prove that the air was really scared. After they proved it, their godfather said that the air was scared by them and that he would charge them for mental distress on the air's behalf."
Xi Yan and Hai Bu: ...Are you sure these people aren't here to be funny?
Zhu Fanfan could only look up at the sky speechlessly, because her godfather's nonsense was really impressive. His tone was sincere and his logic was clear. He managed to make the fat men on the other side go from talking nonsense to believing that what he said was not nonsense, and then to believing that whoever did not believe it was talking nonsense. They were led around by the nose by their godfather without even realizing that they had been made a fool of.
Zhu Fanfan suddenly became interested: "Those fat seaweeds got anxious and started cursing. My godfather asked them if their anus and mouth were reversed, since they spoke so foully, how could they just spew such filth in the street?"
Xi Yan and Hai Bu watched as the furious man clenched his fists, nearly striking Uncle Ming in the distance, while Uncle Ming remained calm and composed, speaking slowly and deliberately. They began to wonder if Zhu Fanfan had mistranslated.
The group of fat seaweeds said something angry again, but Ming Yunshu was still smiling, his good attitude making people anxious and sweating for him.
Then Zhu Fanfan froze instantly, not even noticing the snacks that had fallen to the ground. Xi Yan covered Zhu Fanfan's eyes to prevent her from seeing, and all Zhu Fanfan could hear was her godfather's furious voice, broken and fragmented: "You scoundrel...you little brat...I'll kill you...you don't want to live anymore..."
The voice switched between several languages, and the swear words were never repeated, making listeners want to cover their ears—it was so disgusting.
The intermittent sounds were accompanied by the thuds of fists and feet, screams, pleas for mercy, and the godfather's roars. After a while, Xi Yan said, "Hai Bu, stop Uncle Ming quickly. If this continues, he'll die, and we'll be in big trouble."
Hai Bu knew what was important and quickly stepped forward to stop them, but was punched several times by Ming Yunshu. Eventually, Ming Yunshu calmed down and still threatened the group: "Don't let me see you little punks."
Ming Yunshu covered Zhu Fanfan's eyes with one hand and put his arm around her shoulder with the other before leaving. Before leaving, he said to the others, "Go to hell, you piece of trash, you're a disgrace."
Zhu Fanfan: ...Is this still her godfather who is always so refined?
A group of people returned to the hotel. Since there were many of them, they decided to book the entire hotel. A few of them went to the lobby to wait for the others to return. They knew that since they had assaulted someone, those people would definitely use it as an excuse to cause trouble. They needed to prepare the manager. They asked the staff, but no one had returned yet, so they decided to wait in the lobby.
Ming Yunshu grew angrier the more he thought about it. How dare they provoke him like that in public! It was an utter disgrace, a complete insult. He was so furious he tried to spun around to calm himself, but the more he spun, the angrier he became, and he launched into another tirade: "A bunch of sons of bitches! Like bats with feathers stuck to their bodies, what kind of birds are they? Even the patients in the mental hospital look more human than them! Little bastards with green onions stuck in their noses, what are they trying to prove…!"
Because Zhu Fanfan was there, Ming Yunshu couldn't curse too filthyly, but he felt really suffocated if he didn't vent. He shouldn't have stopped; those bastards should have been killed.
Zhu Fanfan comforted him, "Godfather, we've already fought, and you've vented your anger. Drink some water to calm down. Come on, do some deep breathing with me."
Ming Yunshu's agitated mood calmed down a bit, and he said to Zhu Fanfan, "Your godfather is feeling wronged for you. They were too insulting."
No, the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Ming Yunshu sat in his chair, still furious.
At this moment, Yu Zhiyuan's group returned, all smiles and in a good mood. Seeing Ming Yunshu's angry expression, they even had the mood to tease him: "Hey, what's wrong with our deputy director? Did someone bully you outside? Tell me, and I'll tell you something funny."
Ming Yunshu slammed his fist on the table in anger, and a crack immediately appeared. The director stared at the crack, and Zhu Fanfan quickly said, "We broke this ourselves, so we'll pay for it ourselves."
Ming Yunshu remained silent, seething with anger.
Yu Zhiyuan looked slightly smug: "Young man, don't get so hot-tempered. This is a developed country, it's normal for them to look down on us. Today we ran into troublemakers who insisted that we weren't walking properly and wanted to fine us. What a joke! We're not going to tolerate such shameless talk. We'll demand evidence from them. Which article of the law says that if they can't produce evidence, it's extortion. Our Ministry of Foreign Affairs has some understanding of foreign laws, do you think we'll fall for that?"
Seeing that Ming Yunshu was still indignant, he comforted him, "Alright, don't be angry. Let me tell you something funny. On our way back, we heard someone say that a group of thugs were defecating in the street, and some righteous people forced them down and ate them. It was even done by us yellow people! Now the white people have lost all face and become the laughing stock of the whole city. It cracked me up..."
Ming Yunshu looked at the director with a complicated expression. The director seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but curse, "Holy crap—"
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