Chapter 90 15, Wolf Warrior

The next morning, Song Wenbin woke up in the park. As usual, he went to the park toilet to brush his teeth. While brushing his teeth, his fingers hurt terribly. He frowned and opened the gauze to see that the wound had suppurated again.

He felt that he couldn't put it off any longer. Although three hundred thousand was very important, his fingers were also very important. He had to go to the clinic today no matter what.

Taking the subway to Sister Li's fried noodle shop where she worked, Song Wenbin just wanted to ask for leave from the boss's wife to see a doctor.

Before he reached the door, he heard the quarrel between the owner Li Dazhong and the wife of the fried noodle shop.

But he didn't know exactly what the quarrel was about.

Because the two of them spoke in Korean.

However, as the quarrel between the two gradually became more and more heated, the proprietress couldn't bear it and started speaking Chinese. She cursed: "Who knows where the money went? Maybe it was seduced by some vixen! Don't ask me when you purchase goods from now on."

I want money! You take your own money”

The boss, Li Dazhong, shouted loudly in Korean, and the landlady was angry, "What the hell are you talking about! Don't talk to me, please!"

"How do you want to live a better life, bitch? You are allowed to give money to men and I am not allowed to give some money to women!"

The landlady couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears.

He has 60,000 Korean won on him, which is about 300 yuan. He needs to take good care of his fingers before the 300 yuan is spent, so he is destined to be careful and not waste anything.

Song Wenbin dragged the photographer far away. He didn't expect that a store he picked at random could have so many things going on. Can't he really spend this month peacefully?

"Are you dead? Why don't you reply to me?"

After a storm, Song Wenbin had nowhere to go. The job he had just found was gone. His fingers still needed to rest, and he could no longer look for a job. In desperation, Song Wenbin had no choice but to return to the park.

The afternoon sun in Seoul shone on Song Wenbin, but he couldn't feel much warmth. It had been the first time in so long since the filming of the show that he felt so depressed. It only took less than three days for such a stupid thing to happen.

There are twenty-seven days, how to spend it?

Snap!!

"Let's go, I'll take you to the doctor."

The photographer is conflict-prone by nature. When he heard the quarrel in the store, he approached with his camera and wanted to take a clearer picture. Seeing this, Song Wenbin felt like he was pulling him back and gave him a warning look, telling him not to continue taking pictures.

Already.

I bought a cup of instant noodles for 500 won in a nearby store, and asked the supermarket to borrow some boiling water. Song Wenbin sat on a chair in the park, waiting for the instant noodles to be ready.

Snap!!

Li Dazhong was also stunned when he saw the landlady outside.

Song Wenbin quickly supported the car that was about to fall over. He wanted to hide far away from this household dispute.

When the boss saw it, he screamed: "You've rebelled!"

The boss kept repeating words like "Chinese beat Koreans" on the floor.

He picked it up and took a look. It turned out that Huo Yu had sent him a message.

"The money you earn!?" the landlady scolded: "Who is working so hard in the kitchen every day, who is cleaning the tables, pouring water and serving tea to customers, is it you!? You are just running errands outside, and you have to

Spend three hundred thousand a day! Why don’t you die!”

At this time, his phone vibrated.

"Stop it! Let's go! Let's go!"

However, the two of them had just returned to the chow mein shop from the clinic when they saw Li Dazhong parking the truck in front of the shop while he was rummaging through the checkout counter of the restaurant.

The pain in the voice was suffocating.

Song Wenbin didn't know what he was calling either.

"Can this section be edited?" he asked the photographer on the side.

Suddenly, the proprietress became angry. She stood up without even having time to help the electric car, walked to the store and cursed: "What are you doing here? Are you stealing money!"

"Hitting people! The Chinese are beating Koreans in South Korea!"

Song Wenbin felt something was not right, because the boss was usually responsible for purchasing raw materials and the wife was responsible for cooking. At this point, boss Li Dazhong should be purchasing goods from outside.

The boss was so beaten that he howled and yelled wildly in Korean: "Hit people! The Chinese are beating Koreans in Korea!"

When the boss lady saw Song Wenbin coming over, she quickly rubbed her eyes and arranged today's work for him. Although Song Wenbin's fingers hurt, at this time, he didn't say anything much and just went to work silently.

The whipping caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot, and a green mark appeared on his face at the speed of light.

"Who did I give money to? Who did I give money to!!"

Boss Li Dazhong immediately pointed at Song Wenbin and cursed: "The bastard is going back to China to beg for fifty cents, and he is going to Seoul to beg for food. You are going to rob whoever has a job, right?"

He looked at his broken fingers with a gloomy expression.

"I already gave you the money for your purchase yesterday!" the boss lady screamed: "I just gave you 30W yesterday! Today you come to ask me for it again! Where is your money! Where is your money!"

"Your mouth is rotten!"

Song Wenbin couldn't stand it anymore, so he stood up and walked towards the store.

Song Wenbin found a mop at the door, smashed it on his knee with one hand, and broke it. Then he walked into the house carrying a wooden stick.

The proprietress who was mopping the floor was stunned and asked, "What's wrong?"

The landlady was arguing with her husband in the house like crazy.

Song Wenbin didn't say a word, turned around and walked out.

The landlady took out a few Korean coins and stuffed them into Song Wenbin's hand, and said loudly: "I've given you the wages, leave quickly! You're not welcome here!"

He covered his head and just yelled wildly: "Hitting people! The Chinese are beating Koreans in South Korea!"

Song Wenbin thought for a while, then took out his finger and showed it to the landlady.

"Siba!" The boss was also furious and cursed: "Is it considered stealing if I take my own money?"

She strode up to Li Dazhong with the receipt and screamed: "Did you see it? Did you see it!?"

The landlady pushed Song Wenbin to the door, threw his bag to him, and said loudly: "Let's go! Let's go quickly!"

But inexplicably, the boss Li Dazhong's anger came to Song Wenbin, and he cursed: "I spend three hundred thousand a day! Who knows how much you spend a day? If I go back to the store, no one will even look at it.

No! In broad daylight, while I'm not around, you can secretly ask the pretty boy to do something scandalous!"

Song Wenbin hit his boss in the face with a stick.

The boss immediately yelled behind him: "You have the guts to make money in China, but you still protect your master like a dog even if you can't make a dime!"

The wife of the boss was so angry at Li Dazhong's words that she cried: "You have gone too far! Why did I blindly look at people like you and come to Korea with you? Without the money I brought from my parents' home, your

Can the store be opened?"

Song Wenbin said calmly in front of the boss: "You won't apologize to me, right?"

He stood very close, and his height of 1.8 meters made him feel very oppressive in front of the boss, who was less than 1.7 meters tall.

The quarrel didn't last long, probably only a few minutes. The boss, Li Dazhong, went out cursing, got into his old van, and wandered off to nowhere.

The boss saw that his eyes were burning, and he was a little scared for a moment. He shouted with a fierce look: "What do you want to do? This is Seoul! This is not your home. If you mess around, be careful, I will find someone to beat you to death!"

Another stick hit the boss on the knee, causing him to scream and curl up into a shrimp shape.

Song Wenbin heard the pain and helplessness in the landlady's voice, and immediately threw away the stick and stood motionless on the spot.

As she said that, she was excited to get the receipt for the medicine. Song Wenbin saw that her hands were shaking, so he gave her the receipt.

Song Wenbin estimated that Director Baoli wouldn't be able to edit. What could be more attractive to him than this? If he just beat up the Korean boss, would it cause controversy? Song Wenbin thought about it and decided not to care about this kind of thing.

. He is just a common man. If he is asked to control his anger like a general, he cannot do it. Besides, the boss is really hateful.

It wasn't until after the busiest time at noon that Song Wenbin came to the proprietress and asked: "Proprietress, where is the clinic nearby?"

The proprietress quickly put down her work and took Song Wenbin to ride on the electric donkey in front of the store.

Li Dazhong slapped the landlady in the face.

Song Wenbin looked at the proprietress, and for a moment sympathy, pity, self-blame, and unwillingness came to his heart. He looked at the photographer on the side, and then looked at the Korean currency in his hand. He had a thousand words in his heart, but each one was pale.

Powerless.

Song Wenbin looked at the message Huo Yu sent him.

The photographer shook his head, "The director has the right to edit, we are only responsible for shooting."

The two rode eDonkeys to a clinic in the alley.

The landlady's chest heaved violently, she pointed at Li Dazhong and cursed: "I'll take Xiao Song to the clinic to have a look at his fingers. If you don't believe me, go ask the doctor!"

The landlady was stunned for a moment when she saw him.

The boss, Li Dazhong, slapped her hand, pointed at her nose and pressed closer and closer: "Is he your concubine? Do you want you to take him to see? Doesn't he have legs? Smelly bitches know that turning their elbows outward is

Bar!"

Song Wenbin waited for a while, and then slowly walked into the store. In the store, he saw the proprietress wiping the table with red eyes. Song Wenbin didn't ask anything, just said good morning.

"Hitting people! The Chinese are beating Koreans in South Korea!"

People on the street heard the shouts and gathered around.

"Little B, what are you doing here? Do you have any business here?"

"Maybe it's just a slight infection. It'll be fine after the inflammation is reduced."

Song Wenbin sneered, and then hit the boss on the neck with a stick.

When the landlady saw Song Wenbin's bruised and bleeding fingers, she was startled and said loudly: "What's wrong with you kid? You didn't tell me if your hands were broken like this. I asked you and you still said it's not a problem!"

On the way back, the landlady blamed herself and talked to Song Wenbin about her negligence. She also said that if she were in China, her child would be as old as Song Wenbin. Song Wenbin asked the landlady in the car why he didn't give birth in Korea.

One, the landlady just said she was too busy and had no time.

The landlady grabbed Song Wenbin and screamed: "Don't hit him! Don't hit him!"

The boss's face turned red and he yelled: "You don't care where my money has gone! You stinky bitchs are in charge of football. I can spend the money I earn however I like!"

After looking at Song Wenbin's fingers, the senior doctor at the clinic gave him iodophor to treat the inflammation, prescribed some anti-inflammatory drugs, and told Song Wenbin not to touch the water again while the wound was healing.

In the end, all he could do was to pick up his bag, rush away from the crowd with the Korean currency, lower his head, and hurried away.

"I'm not only fifty cents, I'm also a wolf warrior."

He pointed at the door and cursed: "If you don't want to stay in Korea, go back! You go back with your little concubine. Your little concubine is Chinese. Let him marry you and you can return to China."

Huo Yu sent him a message last night, asking him what he was doing, but Song Wenbin didn't reply. He fell asleep because it was too late, and he had to go to work the next morning, so he had no time to care about Huo Yu.

What did Yu ask? But now, he still didn't want to reply to Huo Yu.

It was impossible for him to tell Huo Yu that he was not doing well and make her happy.

However, after closing the chat interface with Huo Yu, he saw that his mother had sent him a dozen little red dots. Originally, he didn't want to see these little red dots at all, but he didn't know what happened today.

He opened the little red dots. After looking at them for a while, he made a WeChat call to his mother.

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