"What about the land of China? I slapped him and gave him 10,000 yuan. He only had to endure the pain to earn 10,000 yuan. Don't you think he earned it?" Yamamoto Chida's mouth twitched slightly.
After a while, he looked at Li Xiaoyao provocatively and said.
A slap in the face costs 10,000 yuan. In Yamamoto Chida's mind, this price is obviously a bit expensive.
Many employees of 'Che Xing Tian Xia' gathered around and looked at Yamamoto Chida angrily. I have seen many people hit people, but it is rare to beat someone so arrogantly for no reason. I don't think it can be settled with money.
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Everyone was angry. A person beat a Chinese on Chinese soil and gave him 10,000 yuan. This was actually a personal insult. It not only insulted Hua Jun himself, but also insulted all the Chinese people present.
Li Xiaoyao immediately became angry. He looked at Yamamoto Tomoda with disdainful eyes and sneered: "Ten thousand yuan, a slap? Did your head get caught in the door panel and become brain-dead? Come on, come here and let me slap you a few times."
, I guarantee that your mother won’t even recognize you if you smoke it!”
"Haha, you haven't figured it out yet! Ten thousand yuan for you? You think so! I am not short of ten thousand yuan. However, it is different for him. He is just an ordinary employee. He only needs ten thousand yuan a month.
He can’t earn 10,000 yuan. I’ll slap him in the face and give him 10,000 yuan, and of course he will be willing!” Yamamoto Chida said with a sarcastic smile.
Everyone looked at Hua Jun who was beaten. At this time, Hua Jun's right cheek was swollen, and the 10,000 yuan was still lying quietly at Hua Jun's feet.
"Hua Jun, are you willing to be slapped by a person and earn 10,000 yuan?" Li Xiaoyao suddenly stared into Hua Jun's eyes and said, no matter how Hua Jun answered, he was not going to let this slapper go this time.
r himself.
** has become the largest shareholder of the ‘Tianxia Car Dealer’ in City H, which means that Hua Jun is also an employee of his own family. Hitting Hua Jun is equivalent to hitting one of his own.
"Master Li, I don't want to! I don't want R's dirty money!" Hua Jun said a little excitedly and kicked the 10,000 yuan.
"You don't want to? How is this possible! How much is your monthly salary, and you wouldn't want to? You lie!" Yamamoto Chida screamed.
Hua Jun was extremely angry. At this time, he also understood that the Japanese was beating him in order to provoke Li Xiaoyao.
Many things can be measured by money, but when it comes to national feelings, money is very powerless. Not to mention the two million commissions that can be obtained from Li Xiaoyao, even if Hua Jun is just an ordinary salesman, he can earn several thousand yuan a month.
RMB, but he happens to be an angry young man. He hates R in his heart, so how could he be slapped in the mouth by R for 10,000 yuan?
"Let me go, I'm not lying!" Hua Jun struggled and roared, with inexplicable anger bursting out of his eyes. He wanted to rush forward to eat Yamamoto Chida's flesh and drink Yamamoto Chida's blood.
"This is impossible!" Yamamoto Chida shouted again. In his mind, Hua Jun must have lied.
"Wake up! Poor child! You heard it too, I don't want to at all! So, don't even think about leaving today!" Li Xiaoyao smiled and nodded slightly towards Hua Jun.
"Why? Tell me why you don't want to?" Yamamoto Chida asked puzzledly. At this time, the housekeeper was anxious and made trouble on the other side's territory. As more and more Chinese people gathered around, the situation became more difficult.
One's own side is becoming increasingly disadvantaged.
"Because I am a Chinese!" Hua Jun said almost through gritted teeth.
Yamamoto Chida's body trembled slightly, and he was stunned by these words. He was speechless for a long time.
"Okay! Pure man!"
Li Xiaoyao couldn't help but give Hua Jun a thumbs up and said. The crowd onlookers were excited and spontaneously applauded Hua Jun's words.
"Isn't it just to slap an ordinary person? What do you want? What I have is money. Ten thousand is not enough, so I will give you one hundred thousand! One hundred thousand is not enough, one million! One million is a slap. Are you satisfied?"
Yamamoto Tomoda roared angrily.
The more Hua Jun listened, the more annoyed he became. This guy simply didn't regard Chinese people like him as human beings. Did he think he could do whatever he wanted with money?
"How about I give you one million and you let me slap you?" Hua Jun suddenly said to Yamamoto Chida.