Wang Yong's outstretched hand hung in the air in embarrassment.

Damn, the real thing was taught a lesson by a fake? Is there still a royal law, and is there still a heavenly principle?

In an instant, Wang Yong's heart swelled up with the idea of educating this bad young man.

But when Wang Yong saw the crowd attracted by the sound of the quarrel, Wang Yong suddenly changed his mind.

Wang Yong said apologetically: "Oh, I'm sorry." It turns out that you are Mr. Wang Yong's assistant, disrespectful and disrespectful. In fact, I didn't finish that sentence just now, what I want to say is 'I am a fan of Wang Yong'. Can you help me get a copy of Mr. Wang's autograph? When Mr. Wang gets off the plane, can I take a photo with Mr. Wang?"

The delinquent young man squinted at the change in Wang Yong's attitude before and after, and his face was full of smugness: "Boy, you know each other!" But Mr. Wang has a busy schedule, so he may not have time to take a photo with an unknown junior like you. Unless ......"

Wang Yong suddenly realized, took out a dollar from his pocket and handed it to the delinquent youth: "I understand, I understand!"

The delinquent young man couldn't help laughing: "I like you more and more! Wait, when Teacher Wang arrives, I will definitely arrange it for you!"

Wang Yong thanked him again and again.

Then Wang Yong waved at the onlookers at the airport: "Teacher Wang is about to get off the plane! This is Teacher Wang's assistant, he can arrange for everyone to take a photo with Teacher Wang!" Everyone come quickly!"

Wang Yong's fame has been heating up recently, and there are many Wang Yong's fans in Mexico. Even if you are not a fan, it is normal to see a celebrity subconsciously ask for a group photo. So in an instant, a group of melon-eating people surrounded the delinquent youth.

The delinquent youth was a little angry at first, but after thinking about it, it seemed that he could take the opportunity to cheat a wave of money. Originally, I just wanted to make a girl, but now I am making money, isn't it beautiful?

So the delinquent young people did not refuse, shouting: "Line up, come one by one! Ten dollars per person! Make sure that the arrangements are properly arranged!"

In the crowd, Wang Yong's figure was gone.

Wang Yong shook his head and sighed, found the airport police, and revealed his identity.

Then the airport police officer walked towards the unscrupulous young man who gathered crowds to collect money with a bad face.

Then, I saw bursts of angry scolding in the crowd, and the screams of bad young people.

But the masses who realized that they had been deceived kicked a bad young man and couldn't take care of himself.

"This is called self-inflicted iniquity, and it is not good to deceive anyone, and it is not good to deceive the labor-management heads!" Wang Yong muttered, turning to leave.

Just turned around, but saw a slender blonde beauty, standing in front of him.

"Hello Mr. Wang, my name is Mo Qian. It is the staff of the National University of Mexico who will pick you up. The blonde beauty stretched out her slender right hand to Wang Yong.

Wang Yong was stunned: "How do you know that I am Wang Yong?"

Mosie pursed her lips and smiled, "You said it yourself." ”

"But so many people don't believe it, how can you believe it?"

"Intuition. A mischievous smile flashed in Mosie's eyes.

Wang Yong couldn't help muttering: "Are women's intuition so accurate?"

Who knew that Mo Qian's next words made Wang Yong almost fall to the ground.

"Actually, I already knew what you looked like, because I'm also a fan of yours. ”

In the car bound for the National University, Mosie gave a general introduction to herself. As she said, she is indeed a fan of Wang Yong, can speak some Chinese, and has taught herself calligraphy, and even she has studied Konghou and Guzheng, which few people in China know.

Mosie claims to have been born into a musical family, and that her parents were both musicians. So she is naturally sensitive to musical instruments, such as Chinese instruments, she has only seen them a few times, and she is almost proficient. She loved it.

After chatting all the way, Wang Yong found that this Mo Qian was indeed quite involved in Chinese culture. However, it is only limited to dabbling, and although the scope is broad but not in-depth. The most talked about is still in terms of Chinese musical instruments, and Mo Qian's favorite song is "Liang Zhu".

"Sorry, I'm not very proficient in instrumental skills, and I may be of limited help in this regard. Of course, in terms of the analysis of the artistic conception of ancient Chinese songs, I can give some pointers. Wang Yong said.

"You're already amazing. If you are proficient in musical instruments, and you will not let anyone else live?" Mosie winked mischievously at Wang Yong, raising her eyes like a rushing river at the foot of a Mexican volcano, with deep but intense enthusiasm.

"What a good girl. Wang Yong sighed from the bottom of his heart.

The car finally entered the city center, and Mo Qian said while driving: "The school celebration will start tomorrow, and the school has arranged a hotel for you." On this day you can explore the sights of Mexico City, taste the local food, and I'll pick you up tomorrow when the school celebrates......"

"Good. Wang Yong nodded.

Only then Moxi's phone rang, and a man's voice sounded inside.

When Mo Qian hung up the phone, Mo Qian said to Wang Yong with some apologies: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wang." You may not have time to visit Mexico City, but our school leaders would like to meet you first and have a meal by the way. ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

Seeing that Wang Yong didn't care, Mo Qian breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned the head of the car and headed in the other direction of the city.

Half an hour later, the car pulled up in front of a Chinese-style restaurant.

I didn't expect the National University of Mexico to be so attentive, for fear that Wang Yong would not be used to Mexican food, so he deliberately chose a Chinese restaurant.

The scale of this restaurant is not small, and the decoration is also quite ancient Chinese garden style. The whole restaurant is divided into two parts, the front is a normal public restaurant, and the back is an exquisite garden for entertaining distinguished guests.

The National University of Mexico chose the location in the backyard garden.

followed Mo Qian all the way in, but the scenery that finally appeared in front of him was that even Wang Yong had a feeling of brightness.

A pool of water surrounds a pavilion with arched cornices, and a long corridor of winding water leads to the center of the pavilion.

There was a man who looked a little old sitting in the pavilion, but he was facing away from Wang Yong's direction, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

"That is the leader of your school?" Wang Yong asked Mo Qian.

Mosie shook her head: "Doesn't seem to be." It was Mr. Pedro who had just called me, and Mr. Pedro was white-haired, not black-haired. I don't know who this man is......"

Wang Yong frowned: "You won't enter the wrong restaurant, right?"

"That's right, this is the restaurant. Why don't I call Mr. Pedro again?"

"No need. Before Mo Qian could take out her mobile phone, she was stopped by Wang Yong.

Wang Yong stared at the back of the garden rockery with a solemn expression.

Mo Qian was just about to ask what was wrong, when she suddenly saw a soft sound behind the rockery, and a bullet pierced the air and shot towards Wang Yong.

"Ahh

"Hide. Wang Yong just said in a deep voice, and the next second he dodged the bullet, grabbed Mo Qian and put him at the door.

Then the whole person was like an eagle falcon, pounced on the rockery.

"Next time, please hire a sniper with good marksmanship, inviting this kind of stinky fish and rotten shrimp is simply insulting to me!" Wang Yong said coldly, and the person had already appeared behind the rockery.

A sniper with a gun flew into the air in an instant, his bones shattered.

Bang!

Another shot rang out, and this time the sniper's accuracy improved a lot. And he kept holding back, deliberately waiting for Wang Yong to shoot when he made a move, obviously wanting to be killed with one shot.

It's a pity that he still underestimated Wang Yong's ability to perceive danger.

From the moment these snipers had killing intent, Wang Yong had already sensed their existence.

Brush, Wang Yong disappeared in place, and when Wang Yong's figure reappeared, the second sneak attack sniper was already lying on the ground vomiting blood.

"There are three more. Do you need me to figure them out one by one?" Wang Yong said coldly.

No one responded.

Wang Yong snorted lightly, and then like a cheetah pounced, he pounced in three directions in an instant.

The three gunners flew up, and all lay down in the open space in the middle of the garden.

Of the five snipers, except for the first two who fired two shots, the remaining three did not even find a chance to shoot.

"Didn't your teacher teach you that it's really hard to be a sniper in such a small place? Wang Yong said, looking at the five people on the ground.

All five of them had a snake eagle tattooed on a giant cactus under their necks.

"Pidahaya?" Wang Yong's pupils shrank, and he recognized that this was Pidahaya's gang totem.

It seems that this is an old account.

Smack!

Wang Yong squatted down and twitched back and forth on the faces of the five gunmen: "If you don't do a good old boy, you just learn from others to be a killer! Let you learn from others to be a killer! Let you learn from others to be a killer!"

In the blink of an eye, the five gunmen were all swollen from Wang Yong's cheeks and turned into pigs' heads.

When he was in Los Angeles, Wang Yong's method of dealing with the Pidahaya gang was to slap each person, and one person fainted with a slap. Now, the five gunmen have suffered the same fate. It seems that this method became the patent of Pidahaya. Wang Yong believed that if the boss of Pidahaya learned that Wang Yong had reserved a special means for them, he would be very happy.

"Tell me, where is your boss?" asked Wang Yong.

As for the somewhat old man in the pavilion, Wang Yong didn't feel any danger from him at all, so he automatically ignored it.

Eighty percent of that guy was deliberately placed there by the Pidahaya gang to attract Wang Yong's attention.

It's just that that person's acting skills are not at home, if he can just say a few gossips to Wang Yong to distract Wang Yong's concentration, it will be perfect.

"Mmmm......mmmm

Wang Yong suddenly regretted that he was so ruthless.

I should have smoked it after asking!

Just when Wang Yong was secretly remorseful, he heard a voice rise slowly.

"In the past, the emperor was overturned, and the eggs were incomplete.

Brother is not about to die, and he is very excited.

Rubbing the double dagger, three times a night.

A thousand times heavier, I am afraid that I will only worry about the world.

Over the years, the pain has entered the bone marrow.

did not destroy the enemy's chest, and died suddenly with illness.

The bed of corpses is blind, and it is not the son of man.

There are still E's relatives here, and Li Shouru is not happy. ”

It is a Chinese five-character poem!

Wang Yong knew that this poem was from Qian Fenglun's "Crying Brother" in the Qing Dynasty. Reading between the lines describes the unavenged resentment.

At this time, what is the purpose of reciting such a poem?

Wang Yong's figure squatting on the ground stiffened slightly, and then he suddenly turned his head and looked at the man in the middle of the pavilion with sharp eyes: "Who are you?!"