Chapter 833

After wolfing down the breakfast on the bus, Wang Yong chose to have a rest.

Hu Li'er and Yuan Lin give it to Ziyu Fengqing. He is very relieved. There is no safer place in Tiantai than Ziyu's.

As for Zhong Xin and others, Wang Yong has no time to say goodbye to them. Anyway, there's plenty of time after school.

"Here we are, Miss Wang." Wei Ran will Wang Yong to the airport, road.

Wang Yong thanks Wei Ran and gets out of the car. It's not long before the plane takes off. The radio has already informed us to board. Wang Yong goes through the security check and gets on the plane.

A moment later, with the aircraft whistling up, along the ancient Chinese culture transmission route, all the way to the East.

Thousands of years ago, Chinese culture radiated to South Korea and the East Asia, and established the status of China as a suzerain.

But now, after experiencing the national pain, China has lost the initiative. If we want to restore the cultural status of suzerain again, we can only rely on a war without gunpowder to reestablish it.

Wang Yong is the pioneer.

At the same time, a plane flying from the east to South Korea is also in mid air.

In the first class of the plane, there was a woman with a cold face. The woman is petite, with a pair of big black frame glasses on her face, which makes her white skin more and more white.

The stewardesses who came and went were all curious to look at the woman and thought it was incredible.

This woman has never said a word since she got on the plane. She kept thinking coldly all the way, just like a statue.

The stewardess only knew that her name was xiaohuizi, not even her surname.

Suddenly, the body that small Hui son did not move for a long time moved, send out the voice of a tiny sigh next.

She was holding a newspaper with a picture of a man on it.

If the stewardess takes a closer look, she can recognize that this person is a Chinese who is very popular in the East recently.

Wang Yong.

After the news that Wang Yong defeated Yamashita and threatened to challenge Chiba Zhenxi came out, the whole country of Toyo was in an uproar. As a result, many people have come to know this outspoken Chinese.

Xiaohuizi gently rubbed a corner of the newspaper and said, "Wang Yongjun, I don't know whether your real purpose of this trip is to discuss learning or to find out the truth of that incident. You give us a difficult problem! However, it doesn't matter. No matter what level, you have become the enemy of the organization, and the organization will destroy you. This time, let you die in South Korea. "

With that, xiaohuizi tore up the newspaper and threw it into the vomit bag in front of her.

Soon, a stewardess came up and took the bag away.

And xiaohuizi also ended thinking and fell into a quiet rest.

In an hour and a half.

A plane from Huaxia slowly landed at Incheon Airport.

Wang Yong stretches to the plane. He wore a black mask on his face, his eyes were covered by a pair of big sunglasses, and he had a hat on his head.

Armed as an international superstar, he is afraid that others will recognize him.

With Wang Yong's current reputation, it is estimated that there is only one consequence recognized by the South Korean people, that is, everyone shouts.

Wang Yong walked out of the tunnel like a thief and was ready to dodge the reporters' flashlights at any time.

However, Wang Yong was stunned by the following pictures, and he felt a sense of loss and anger.

There is no reporter outside Incheon Airport!

"How can it be? I'm so famous that I don't have a reporter? I don't believe it! South Korean paparazzi's hiding technique must be excellent! " Wang Yong angrily took off his mask and sunglasses.

At this moment, Wang Yong's true face is exposed. As long as people pay attention to Wang Yong, they will recognize him.

"Someone must have patted me now?" Wang Yong is looking around.

However, Wang Yong was disappointed again.

No one even patted him!

"What the hell is this NIMA! Is the professionalism of South Korean journalists too low? Can't even get my schedule? " With anger not yet appeased, Wang Yong make complaints about the South Korean reporter and walk out of the airport building.

In a corner of the airport building, two young men, with cameras in their hands, snapped at Wang Yong and took several pictures one after another.

"Brother Chang Xiu, why are there only two reporters in the whole airport? It seems that it's a little too easy to grab the headlines this time. " Asked a man.

His face was tender, and he was obviously a newcomer.

Another older man replied, "because Mr. Li Zaixian has issued a ban on this man! All the media are not allowed to report on him. Li Zaixian has such a great influence in South Korea. His students are all over the political and business circles. Who dares not give face? It's a small roadside community like ours, but it's impossible to make headlines. Leave a material for later use! "

"Oh, so it is. Mr. Li Zaixian's move is really a drastic one. I'm afraid Wang Yong's trip to South Korea will be disgraceful. Unless he blows up Seoul, no one will pay attention to him. That's pathetic. " The young man looked at Wang Yong's back sympathetically and shook his head.

But Wang Yong didn't know the dilemma he was going to face. He was taking a taxi to a wealthy neighborhood in Seoul with a yellow note.

The note says the address of the wife of one of Wang Yong's comrades in arms. When they got married, Wang Yong took part in the ceremony. But that comrade in arms also died in the desert of Myanmar. Wang Yong tried to contact his wife, but failed.

Today, Wang Yong wants to take advantage of his trip to South Korea to visit the widow of his comrades in arms.

"It's said that Zhao Li's parents run a foreign trade company in South Korea, and the business is very big. Looking at this address, Jiangnan district is a typical rich neighborhood. I think life will not be too difficult. The only pain is that I don't know how long it will take to heal the pain of my husband's death. " Wang Yong had a secret way in his heart.

After the taxi stopped, Wang Yong paid with the exchanged won and went to a three story villa in the middle of the block. The price of villas in this area is not low in South Korea, 70 million RMB is always available. But the cost performance is also very high, also in the downtown area, at least the surrounding environment is better than Huaxia villa.

Dong Dong, Wang Yong knocks on the door.

The door opened and a middle-aged man appeared.

Wang Yong a Leng, Zhao Li so quickly remarried?

"I'm looking for Zhao Li." Wang Yong asked in Chinese.

The middle-aged man frowned and didn't seem to understand what Wang Yong said.

Wang Yong sighed again that Zhao Li had remarried to a South Korean.

"Is your wife Zhao Li there?" Wang Yong changed his Korean and asked.

As an agent, Wang Yong is familiar with simple Korean.

"Zhao Li is not my wife." Who knows, the middle-aged man replied.

"Ah? Isn't this Zhao Li's home? "

"Not for a long time! I've bought this house for half a year. Zhao Li has moved to the opposite side! " The middle-aged man said disgustedly, pointing to the other side of the road in the distance.

Although Wang Yong was upset, he still thanks the man and went to the opposite side.

I don't know. When Wang Yong came to the place just one way away from the rich area, he couldn't help taking a breath of air.

This is less than 30 hectares of land, only a six lane road away from the Jiangnan district where Wang Yong just came.

But this road is like a natural moat, abruptly separating heaven and hell.

The low houses are all made of wood and cloth. Roughly speaking, hundreds of similar huts are arranged in this land. The smoke was burning, and the residents were making a fire to boil water. From time to time, unkempt old people walk by and pick up the water bottle on the ground.

"This... Even the Chinese shantytowns are better than this! How can there be such a zone in Jiangnan District, which is famous for its affluence? " Wang Yong was shocked and stepped into this area which seemed to be forgotten by the gods.

The further he went, the more frightened Wang Yong was.

Because there is a smell of death and poverty everywhere. After meeting a volunteer who came to help, Wang Yong understood why there was such a place.

This is called Kowloon. When South Korea held the Olympic Games, all the poor people moved here to beautify the city. Over the years, it has been forgotten by everyone, and even can't be found on the map.

There are more than 2000 residents in Kowloon, almost all of them are old people, and some foreigners who have been reduced to this place. There is not even the most basic power supply here, and there is no heating in winter. It's all coal-fired. Most people make a living by picking up garbage and living on the domestic garbage in the opposite rich area. If one day they find an old dress that they can still wear, it will make them very happy.

"The Zhao Li you are looking for is a Chinese, isn't she? It's like I'm still carrying a four-year-old girl. It's pathetic. " Volunteers lead Wang Yong to a wooden house in the deepest slum.

This house is more dilapidated and smaller than the others. There are some old clothes hanging on the rope at the door. There are holes in the washing.

Wang Yong saw a sudden tightening in his heart, and his eyes could not help but shed tears.

Wang Yonggang wants to knock on the door, but he hears a man's voice in the room.

"Zhao Li, don't toast or drink! I tell you, you can't get the share dad left you! Now the whole family company is under our control. If you hand it over honestly, we may be able to give you some money. If you don't, that's the lesson! "

With that, there was a thumping sound in the room. Mixed with a woman's scream and a girl's sob.

"Hey, my little niece is very beautiful. If she sells it to some rich people in Jiangnan District, they should like it." The man said with a smirk.

In the room, the girl's cry became louder and louder, and Zhao Li's voice was full of anger and madness.

Wang Yong's eyes suddenly became cold, and his whole body was full of strong intention to kill. He certainly knows what the so-called "selling to the rich in Jiangnan District" means. Those rich people have a special habit of buying young girls. Selling it to them is basically equivalent to announcing the death of a girl.

This man should be killed!

Bang!

The door was pushed open by Wang Yong, and the volunteers didn't see how Wang Yong got in, so Wang Yong already appeared in the room.

Stretch an arm, protect Zhao Li and Zhao Li's daughter behind.