Chapter 1201

Wang Yong's outstretched hand hung awkwardly in the air.

Damn, the real thing was taught by a fake? Is there any royal law? Is there any natural law?

In a flash, Wang Yong's heart gushed out the idea of educating the bad youth.

But when Wang Yong saw the crowd attracted by the quarrel, he suddenly changed his mind.

Wang Yong said apologetically: "Oh, I'm sorry. It turns out that you are Mr. Wang Yong's assistant. In fact, I didn't finish my sentence just now. What I want to say is "I'm a fan of Wang Yong.". Can you get a signature of Mr. Wang for me? After Mr. Wang gets off the plane, can I take a picture with Mr. Wang? "

The bad youth squinted at Wang Yong's change of attitude, and his face brightened: "boy, you know what you are! However, Mr. Wang has a busy schedule, but he may not have time to take a group photo with you. Unless... "

Wang Yong suddenly realized, took out a dollar from his pocket and handed it to the bad youth: "I understand, I understand!"

The bad youth couldn't help laughing: "I like you more and more! Wait, I'll arrange for you when Mr. Wang arrives! "

Wang Yong thanks again and again.

Then Wang Yong waved to the crowd around the airport: "Mr. Wang is about to get off the plane! This is Mr. Wang's assistant. He can arrange a group photo with Mr. Wang! Come on, everyone

Wang Yong's reputation is hot recently, and there are many supporters of Wang Yong in Mexico. Even if it's not a fan, it's a normal psychological appeal to see a celebrity subconsciously take a group photo. So in an instant, a group of melon eaters surrounded the unhealthy youth.

The bad youth was still a little angry at first, but on second thought, it seemed that they could take the opportunity to cheat a wave of money. Originally just want to bubble a girl, now with money, isn't it nice?

So the bad youth refused to come, shouting: "line up, one by one! Ten dollars per person! Make sure the arrangements are in place! "

And in the crowd, Wang Yong's figure has disappeared.

Wang Yong shakes his head and sighs. He finds the airport police and shows his identity.

Then the airport police went to the bad youth who gathered people to collect money.

Then, the crowd broke out in bursts of fury, there are bad young people, ouch, ouch.

However, the masses who have been cheated have kicked the bad youth out of their own hands.

"That's what it's like to do evil! It's not good to cheat anyone. It's better to cheat the labor and capital! " Wang Yong mumbled and turned to go.

Just turned around, but saw a slim blonde standing in front of her.

"Hello, Miss Wang. My name is moxie. It's the staff from the National University of Mexico The blonde girl stretched out her slender right hand to Wang Yong.

Wang Yong is stunned: "how do you know I am Wang Yong?"

Mo Xi pursed a smile: "you said it yourself."

"But so many people don't believe it. How can you believe it?"

"Intuition." A mischievous smile flashed through mosey's eyes.

Wang Yong couldn't help muttering: "are women's intuitions so accurate?"

Who knows Mo Qian then a word, let Wang Yong almost fall to the ground.

"In fact, I knew what you look like, because I'm also a fan of you."

On the bus to the National University, mosey gave a brief introduction to herself. As she said, she is indeed a fan of Wang Yong. She can speak some Chinese, and she has taught herself calligraphy. She even studies the konghou and guzheng, which are rare in China.

Mosey claimed that she was born in a musical family, and her parents were musicians of the orchestra. Therefore, she is naturally keen on musical instruments, such as Chinese musical instruments. She has only seen them a few times, and she almost knows them. She likes it very much.

Wang Yong found out that Mo Qian really dabbled in Chinese culture. However, it is only limited to dabbling. Although the scope is wide, it is not in-depth. Most of the talks are about Chinese musical instruments. Moxie's favorite song is "Liang Zhu".

"I'm sorry, I'm not proficient in musical instrument playing skills, which may give you limited help. Of course, I can give some advice on the analysis of the artistic conception of ancient Chinese songs. " Wang Yongdao.

"You are very good. If you master musical instruments at the same time, will you let others live? " Mo Xi's naughty Chong Wang Yong blinked. Her eyes were like the river running at the foot of the Mexican volcano, with deep but strong enthusiasm.

"What a good girl." Wang Yong sighed from the bottom of his heart.

The car finally entered the center of the city. While driving, mosey said, "the school day will start tomorrow. The school has arranged a hotel for you. On this day, you can visit the scenery of Mexico City and taste the local food. I will pick you up when the school anniversary starts tomorrow... "

"Good." Wang Yong nodded.

Just then, mosey's cell phone rings, and a man's voice rings inside.

When Mo Xi hung up, Mo Xi was a little sorry and said to Wang Yong, "I'm sorry, Miss Wang. You may not have time to visit Mexico City. Our school leaders want to meet you first and have dinner by the way. "

"It doesn't matter."

Seeing Wang Yong didn't care, Moxi pine tone, then turned around the front toward the other side of the city.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a Chinese style restaurant.

I didn't expect that the National University of Mexico was so determined to choose a Chinese restaurant for fear that Wang Yong would not be used to Mexican food.

This restaurant is not small in scale, and its decoration is quite ancient Chinese garden style. The whole restaurant is divided into two parts, the front is a normal public restaurant, behind is an exquisite garden, used to entertain guests.

The National University of Mexico set the location in the backyard garden.

Following Mo Qian all the way, the scenery that finally appeared in front of him was that even Wang Yong had a feeling of being bright in front of his eyes.

A pool of water surrounds a pavilion with an arched cornice, and a long meandering corridor leads directly to the center of the pavilion.

In the pavilion sat a man who looked a little old. He just turned his back to Wang Yong and couldn't see his face clearly.

"Is that the leader of your school?" Wang Yong asked moxie.

Morse shook her head. "It doesn't seem to be. It was Mr. Pedro who called me just now. Mr. Pedro has white hair, not black hair. I don't know who this person is... "

Wang Yong frowned: "can't you enter the wrong restaurant?"

"Yes, this is the restaurant. Why don't I call Mr. Pedro again and ask him? "

"No more." Mo Xi has not yet taken out her mobile phone, but Wang Yong stops her.

Wang Yong's eyes were fixed on the back of the rockery with a solemn expression.

Just as she wanted to ask what was the matter, she saw a light sound behind the rockery. A bullet cut through the air and shot at Wang Yong.

"Ah Moxie was shocked.

"Hide." Wang Yong just said in a deep voice. The next second he dodged the bullet, grabbed Mo Xi and put it at the door.

Then the whole person, like a falcon, pours on the rockery.

"Next time, please invite a sniper with good shooting skills. It's insulting to invite this kind of rotten fish and shrimps!" Wang Yong said in a cold voice, people have appeared behind the rockery.

A sniper with a gun flew up in the air in an instant, with broken bones and tendons.

Bang!

Another shot, the sniper accuracy has been improved a lot this time. He had been reluctant to shoot until Wang Yong started, and obviously wanted to be killed.

Unfortunately, he still underestimated Wang Yong's perception of danger.

From the moment these snipers started to kill, Wang Yong had already sensed their existence.

Brush, Wang Yong disappeared in place, when Wang Yong figure appears again, the second sniper has been lying on the ground spitting blood.

"Three more. Do I have to find out one by one? " Wang Yong said coldly.

There was no response.

Wang Yong snorted, and then, like a cheetah, rushed to three directions in an instant.

The three Gunners flew up, all lying in the open space in the middle of the garden.

Five snipers, in addition to the first two men fired two shots, the remaining three did not even find a chance to shoot.

"Didn't your teacher teach you that it's hard for snipers to play in such a small place? Let me see what you're up to Wang Yong said, looking at five people on the ground.

The five people's necks are all tattooed with a snake Eagle standing on a giant cactus.

"Pidahaya?" Wang Yong's pupils shrunk and recognized it as pidahaya's gang totem.

It seems that this is an old account.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Wang Yong squatted down and smoked back and forth on the faces of the five shooters: "if you don't do it well, you should learn from others to be a killer! Let you be a killer like others! Let you be a killer like others

In the blink of an eye, the five shooters were swollen by Wang Yong's cheek and became pig heads.

When he was in Los Angeles, Wang Yong's way of dealing with the pidahaya gang was to slap them in the face, one by one. Now, the five shooters have suffered the same fate. It seems that this method has become the patent of pidahaya. Wang Yong believes that if pidahaya learned that Wang Yong had reserved a special method for them, he would be very happy.

"Come on, where's your boss?" Wang Yong asked.

As for the old man in the pavilion, Wang Yong didn't feel any danger from him, so he automatically ignored him.

That guy is probably put there by the pidahaya Gang on purpose to attract Wang Yong's attention.

It's just that the man's performance skill is not very good. If he just had a few words with Wang Yong to disperse Wang Yong's concentration, it would be perfect.

"Wu Wu Wu..." the five shooters were all drawn into pig heads. They could only make a whine sound, but they couldn't say a word clearly at all.

Wang Yong suddenly regretted that he was so cruel.

You should smoke after asking!

While Wang Yong was secretly regretting, he heard a long voice.

"In the old days, when the emperor fell, there was no end to it.

My elder brother died for his life, and he was very moved.

Rub the double daggers, and they will come up again and again.

Once the crisis strikes, I'm afraid I'll be worried again.

Over the years, pain into the bone marrow.

Without suppressing the enemy's chest, he died suddenly.

The corpse bed is not the son of man.

There are still e's relatives. Li Shouru is not happy. "

It is a Chinese five character poem!

Wang Yong knows that this poem is from the Qing Dynasty Qian fenglun's crying brother. The description between the lines is a great revenge.

What is the intention of reciting such a poem at this time?

Wang Yong squatted on the ground slightly stiff, then suddenly turned his head and looked at the man in the middle of the pavilion: "who are you?"