It was early winter of 2002, and the first snow had just fallen in the north, but the climate in the southern city of Gwangju is still very warm. Snack vendors still set up tables and chairs on the sidewalk along the street. This street is the famous food stall food street in Gwangju. Feng Junzi and Professor Song are also sitting on the street, tasting southern special snacks while drinking hot rice wine.

Such a food stall may be the most traditional folk snack in the south. It is most appropriate to bring folk experts like Professor Song here for dinner. This street is not entirely traditional snacks. Just where Feng Junzi and others sit, there is a McDonald's opposite the street. The bright glass windows seem a bit inconsistent, but no one seems to have noticed this, except Professor Song. Professor Song is a bit disliked when he sees this McDonald's appearing in this place.

Professor Song was eating while thinking that two people walked out of McDonald's, an old lady led a boy of seven or eight years old, as if they were grandparents and grandchildren. Professor Song pointed to the old and young people and said to Feng Junzi: "The next generation of China actually likes to eat this kind of junk food from the West. What's even more terrifying is that their parents actually think it is a fashion."

Feng Junzi looked up and said, "Old Song, don't you have to sigh. Didn't you talk about cultural foreign slaves yesterday? This is also part of cultural invasion. I saw a foreign comment a few days ago that rich Chinese people like to take their children to eat Western junk food, and that's what they are talking about."

While the two of them were talking, the little boy threw out something casually. This thing seemed to be a cheap plastic toy. It seemed to be a gift for children when buying McDonald's package. The little toy drew an arc and hit a BMW parked by the roadside, making a small sound. Then the sharp sound of the car alarm sounded, which scared Feng Junzi and Lao Song.

Professor Song frowned and said to Feng Junzi: "These children are so disrespectful nowadays. They are all just children. They were like this when they were young. When they grew up, they didn't understand the rules when they did things, and adults didn't care." Feng Junzi continued: "It's interesting. Some people drove a BMW to eat food stalls. I don't know if they found out if the car was touched. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong."

While they were talking, a man walked out of the food stall next door and walked straight towards the grandparents and grandchildren. It seemed that he was the owner of the BMW car. The next thing surprised everyone. The man walked to the child without saying a word, raised his hand and slapped the child twice. The boy burst into tears.

Feng Junzi couldn't stand it anymore, so he stood up and wanted to reason. He thought that although the little boy was wrong, he could not beat other people's children without saying a word. This person was too arrogant. At this time, someone had surrounded the man. Feng Junzi was about to walk over, but was pulled by Lao Song. Feng Junzi asked strangely: "Lao Song, why are you pulling me?"

Old Song pointed to the old lady among the crowd and said, "It seems that people don't like people to meddle in other people's business."

I saw the old lady stopping everyone who came to help and said coldly: "You don't have to worry about my affairs." Then I turned around and said to the man who was beating people, "Is your car good?"

The man still felt arrogant after slapping people: "Of course, this is a BMW. I can't afford to sell your grandson. I will remember to have eyes next time." After that, he ignored the grandparents and grandchildren and walked back to the food stall and continued to eat.

Strangely, the old lady did not express any anger. She stood there holding the little grandson with one hand, and took out her cell phone with the other hand and called. Feng Junzi and Lao Song both felt that something might happen next, so they sat there waiting to see.

After about ten minutes, a noise suddenly came from the distance, as if a convoy was driving, with about seven or eight vehicles. What is noticeable is that these cars were all BMWs. The convoy drove nearby and parked on the side of the road in turn, but only one middle-aged man got out of the car. After getting off the car, he walked to the two grandparents and grandchildren and seemed to be asking something. He stroked the little boy's head with his hands and comforted him quietly. It seemed that he was the little boy's father.

Feng Junzi whispered to Professor Song: "The victim is here, it seems not easy to mess with."

Sure enough, the child's father walked straight to this side after asking, and asked loudly: "Who hit my son just now? Can you stand up and say a few words?"

The man who just beat someone also came out at this time. Seeing the situation, it seemed that he was not as arrogant as before, but his tone was still strong: "Your son took my BMW, I don't need him to compensate, I just slapped twice, and it was even."

Everyone thought that the child's father would settle the score with this person, and they were waiting to watch the fun, but the child's father's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations. He stood there and bowed lightly: "I'm sorry for the child who is ignorant and broke your car. As an adult, we have the responsibility to compensate us."

The man who beat the man seemed a little surprised, so he had to say, "Forget it, I won't bother with you anymore, I don't have to pay any compensation." But the child's father seemed to refuse, and then said, "No, you must pay for it. How much did you buy this car?"

When the man who beat the man heard the other party ask this, he suddenly became energetic and said in a show-off tone: "Two million, even the procedures are counted."

The child's father then asked: "I don't care about this. I just want to ask how much it will cost to buy a new car with the same amount now?"

The man who hit the man was a little confused when asked, so he had to say, "One and six million are enough."

"Okay, please come with me." As he said that, the child's father took the other party without saying a word and pulled him to his car, opened the trunk, and said in a commanding tone: "There is enough money here, you order one and six million."

The man was about to refuse, but suddenly a group of people got out of the other car and surrounded him. He didn't know what to do, so he had to order one million and six million cash honestly. The child's father took out a large woven bag from the car, packed the money and handed it to him.

Feng Junzi became more and more strange the more he looked at it. He asked Professor Song in a low voice: "There is such a person in the world." Professor Song replied: "The next one is the climax, you can watch it carefully."

After the man got the money, the child's father spoke again, with a very solemn tone: "I have already paid for this BMW now, right? No matter what damage you have, you have nothing to say?"

The man didn't know what to say, so he nodded: "That's it."

The child's father waved his hand and said to the group of people around him: "Go and smash his BMW!" A dozen people took out fire axes from the car, walked over and smashed them at the BMW. The technique was extremely skillful, and in an instant, a BMW seemed to have turned into a pile of scrap iron. The man's face turned pale and his legs were trembling, but he didn't dare to say a word.

In a short while, the car was smashed, and the diners at the food stalls were hiding far away, only Feng Junzi and Professor Song, two curious foreigners, were still sitting next to them. At this time, the child's father said to the man solemnly: "The car matter has been resolved, there is nothing unfair, right?"

The man replied timidly: "Anyway, you have paid the money, so you can smash it."

The child's father continued coldly: "Since my son's problem of touching your car has been solved, it should be solved now that you beat my son. Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhao Dongshan, you beat my only son. My son is much more valuable than your broken car. Let's do it, slap five million in five million in two or eight palms. Let's get in the car and calculate slowly."

Feng Junzi and Professor Song were both surprised. It was not because of the child's father's method of dealing with people, but because of the origin of this person. It turned out that he was Zhou Song's collaborator Zhao Dongshan. Feng Junzi finally understood why Zhou Song said that he could not afford to offend this person.

Professor Song said to Feng Junzi: "It turns out that he is Zhao Dongshan. Zhou Song really shouldn't provoke such a person. Look at how this person finally solves this matter."

Feng Junzi replied: "You can think of it with your eyes closed that these two slaps are definitely not in vain. A slap of five million is definitely a bit expensive, and 800,000 is about the same. I think this car was in vain. But it doesn't matter. The guy who hits people is not a good thing, he deserves it!"

Professor Song then asked Feng Junzi: "Do you believe in demons? Demons may not necessarily be ghosts, but they may also be humans. People like Zhao Dongshan are the ones that are best not to provoke."
Chapter completed!