The manager's face turned a little cold, and he glanced at Zhang Yiming up and down, and his eyes showed disgust and contempt that he could not hide.
"What about me? I have changed to the nationality of the big island country. I speak the nationality of the island, which is my native language. Is there anything wrong with it? Besides, what does this have to do with you?"
This made Zhang Yiming even more disgusted and asked:
"Why are you in the motherland? Let you change your nationality and be a licking dog for the islanders?"
The manager was furious and pointed at Zhang Yiming and shouted:
"How do you say that? I am the official recognized ambassador of Huadao. I promote the culture of the island country in Haicheng. You rude barbarian dare to scold me!"
"Aside from that, you poor guy, what qualifications do you have to say to me? Do you know how much money we make in a day? It's money you won't make in your life!"
"Go away now, you, a rude poor man, don't deserve to enjoy the noble service of our great island nation?"
"Security guard, come and drive them out for me!"
Maybe Zhang Yiming's words stimulated the manager, making him angry and shouted at the security guard.
At the same time, many people came out in the Japanese restaurant, regardless of men or women, either wearing samurai kimonos or Qingyishui's Japanese style, and some even wore strange clothes from cosplay in Japanese comics.
"What's going on?"
"Bagaya Road, get out of our territory!"
These people had hideous faces, and they gathered around them, pointing fingers and talking nonsense.
"Let's go, we'll go now!"
Wang Yurou was afraid of a conflict, so she hurriedly pulled Zhang Yiming and was about to leave.
Zhang Yiming shook his hand, glanced at everyone fiercely, and asked sternly:
"Are you guys all Chinese?"
"What's wrong with Chinese people? Chinese people don't affect our daily life."
"Oh, this poor guy is not a brainless angry young man, right?"
"What era is this? I still keep my past things. Why do I look like a resentful woman?"
"Let's put aside the past, we only talk about the present, people like you are not worthy of having dinner with us."
Every word was like a sharp blade, stabbing Zhang Yiming's patriotism hard.
The manager acted arrogantly and said sarcastically:
"The poor man, please leave quickly. A high-end place like ours is not welcome to people like you."
"Isn't it? In such a civilized and tall Japanese restaurant, mixing such garbage is simply an insult to the air here."
The more people around him talked, they became more and more excessive, selling their ancestors for honor and licking the island country, almost bursting Zhang Yiming's lungs.
Wang Yurou didn't want to cause trouble, so she dragged Zhang Yiming out of the store and apologized repeatedly:
"I'm sorry Yiming, I don't know that they are so arrogant."
Zhang Yiming did not reply, but looked around the entire street.
As you see, all of them are Japanese stores, with various island plaques occupying the streets and alleys.
After decades, the descendants of this land actually forgot the humiliation and persecution suffered by their ancestors, so that the followers of the invaders spread cherry blossoms all over the streets on this land.
How sad this is!
A line of tears fell unconsciously, these were the tears formed by the hundreds of thousands of unjust souls in Zhang Yiming's mind.
The next second, the voice of the Immortal Lord rang in his mind.
"Boy, I'm not talking about you. Don't know the truth that you don't have a diamond to take care of porcelain. It's a pretty good person who insists on transforming hundreds of thousands of unjust souls, and it also affects your mind and judgment."
"I don't regret it!"
Zhang Yiming roared in his heart and responded.
"I didn't make you regret it. I just wanted to tell you that you can't let 100,000 unjust souls stay in your heart. Their obsessions should be released. At the moment, this is a good place."
One word wakes up the dreamer.
Zhang Yiming suddenly realized something.
In order to overcome the obsession of 100,000 unjust souls, he let his body become a carrier to carry 100,000 obsessions.
The world is getting worse and worse, since the land that was once again trampled on by the enemy.
Why don’t you let the younger generations experience the island culture they once admired and yearned for causing too much harm to their ancestors?
Thinking of this, Zhang Yiming closed his eyes and released all the obsessions of the wronged souls accumulated in his heart at this moment.
"Boom"
The originally clear sky suddenly became dark clouds, and the dark clouds rolled like a large army, which suppressed the atmosphere of this charming street to its peak.
"Crazy"
As the raindrops as big as beans fell, heavy rain poured down, covering the entire block.
"Get in the car quickly."
Wang Yurou pulled Zhang Yiming into the car quickly.
...
Inside the Japanese food store.
After driving away the poor man who was looking for trouble, he proudly said in island Mandarin:
"Everyone, thank you for being so united and maintaining our cherished cherry blossom style..."
Just as he was giving a passionate speech, his eyes flashed. He was originally wearing cute Japanese outfits, but suddenly turned into hideous military uniforms, and a samurai knife cut down on his head.
"ah!"
The manager squatted down in panic.
"Manager, what's wrong with you?"
The manager raised his head carefully, and was still a familiar person and a comfortable environment for him.
But the next second, the illusion appeared again, and the samurai knife cut off the head, the picture was bloody and terrible.
“Wow~”
The manager vomited loudly.
Others are not having a good time. Everyone sees an illusion. This is the obsession of the ancestors' 100,000 wronged souls. In this way, they are teaching their own incompetent descendants.
Not only Japanese food stores, but also all Japanese-style shops in the entire Japanese style street, and all Japanese stores have illusions. Every middle-aged and second-year-old young man in Hajibian has become a carrier of obsession, allowing them to feel the pain they suffered back then.
Porsche in.
Wang Yurou was driving, and Zhang Yiming was in a good mood.
The release of the hundred thousand evil spirits was like a big stone pressing on my heart, disappearing from my heart. Zhang Yiming had never felt so relaxed and comfortable.
"I'm sorry, Yiming, I really don't know that this will happen. Can you stop being angry?"
Wang Yurou has been apologizing. Because of her negligence, Zhang Yiming was looked down upon, and she felt ashamed of being first.
"What does it have to do with you? Why do you apologize to me?"
"I...hey, what's wrong?"
Wang Yurou suddenly stopped with a brake, and saw the entire Fengqing Street, every practitioner or guest, running around, holding his head and begging for mercy, and some people wailed and begging for mercy with their teeth and claws.
When Zhang Yiming saw this scene, he subconsciously curled his lips.
"Even my ancestors don't like these unfilial sons, they deserve it."
Zhang Yiming looked out the window leisurely and enjoyed the results he brought to the traitors, especially when he saw the manager kneeling at the door and begging for mercy, shouting:
"I am my own person, we are in the same group, don't kill me..."
The outcome is self-evident. The obsession with hundreds of thousands of unjust souls will become a nightmare that people like them will never be able to escape.
It’s also possible for them to remember one thing forever, and not forget the national humiliation!