Chapter 1886: Chapter 891: Preparing to Announce the Results
The moon is like a hook, the night is like ink, neon lights dazzle the eyes.
Standing by the roadside waving goodbye to Yan Fei and Xu Xiaoyan, still calling him Brother Fei, was surprisingly Xiaohe, the person who seed quite displeased at lunch, focusing only on eating and drinking without saying a word.
Not only was Xiaohe enthusiastic, but he was also accompanied by a few young people. Their reluctance to depart made Yan Fei feel as if he had known these young people for many years.
Speaking of which, after Yan Fei finished his fight, he ran off, not only swiftly but having thought through the escape route as well.
He ran to ng Si’an’s doorstep, pulled Xu Xiaoyan under the cover of the roadside trees, and when no one was watching, jumped into the yard. He sat boldly on a stone stool in the yard, took out his phone and said, “Xiao An, I just did sothing, can you co back to cover for ?”
ng Si’an was not surprised by this; if Boss Yan had spent all day doing nothing, then he wouldn’t be the Yan Fei ng Si’an knew. People are just like that. ng Si’an is the new generation’s Laoda at ho, trained as a successor from an early age, prioritizing stability.
Nowadays is a ti of peace, and future promises even greater prosperity and peace. For a well-established family, seeking stability and adapting to the trend of the ti is sufficient enough.
But Yan Fei is different; from family background to experience, from how he conducts himself to his character, there are too many differences to ntion.
However, interpersonal relationships are like this; as long as you get along, having more friends and less utilitarian motives is a good thing.
And so, ng Si’an casually joked, “Brother Fei, what did you do that requires to cover for you?”
Yan Fei rarely regrets his actions, and no matter his worth, it’s still the sa, fighting black boxing with a masked face when needed. He truthfully relayed the situation earlier, and ng Si’an laughed, “For such a small thing, you need to cover for you? It’s unnecessary. If you’re worried, let think… There was a Xiaohe at your table earlier, right? I’ll have him co over and play with you guys.”
ng Si’an really couldn’t leave, and Yan Fei understood. When ng Si’an said what he did was a small thing, Yan Fei pondered and understood.
This is the Capital; although local first-class foreigner sayings are widespread, in the Capital, do the Capital folks not care about face? So what if they are foreigners? Aren’t we now a grand nation, is there really a need to make a fuss over such trivial matters?
Thinking that he was overthinking, Yan Fei imdiately reflected and then, excitedly, started bragging to Xu Xiaoyan about how he had fought earlier.
In no ti, Xiaohe arrived.
Xiaohe, nad He Qingzhi, cos from a well-to-do family; otherwise, despite being obviously younger and a bit childish for his age, he wouldn’t be able to mix with those people.
Originally, he wasn’t very impressed with Yan Fei, thinking that although Yan Fei had the knack for making money, he lacked courage—when coming to the Capital, others at the sa table would chat, but Yan Fei remained silent, interpreted by him as Yan Fei lacking courage, scared to speak in front of people with good family backgrounds. There are many such people, and Xiaohe’s family background led him to see more of them, leading to this misunderstanding.
However, in the afternoon, as Xiaohe was about to call on so fox friends and dog allies for a spree, ng Si’an called him to ask for a favor, to co and hang out with Yan Fei for a while.
Xiaohe was reluctant, but when ng Si’an ntioned that place earlier, Yan Fei, masked, street-fighting with foreigners, he was amused and ca over with enthusiasm.
Young people find two lines of argunt at a banquet table trivial compared to real grievances. What Yan Fei did—sothing ng Si’an regarded as trivial—made him realize how much Boss Yan matched his own taste.
That’s how it should be—just because they’re foreigners doesn’t an they are superior. Fight when needed, it’s what young people should do.
While walking, he even took the ti to inquire and heard several different versions. However, unanimously, the guy in the black fight was quick and agile, knocking people out with a few moves and turning to leave, hardly sothing a rookie could pull off.
Running over, he asked Yan Fei how he did it. Yan Fei had just boasted to his wife, and seeing Xiaohe so eager, he recounted it once more.
“Neat!” Xiaohe gave a thumbs up after listening. “Boss Yan, do you know Kung Fu? I heard those two guys are pretty big, yet they were defenseless in your hands?”
His words revealed he had been gathering information on the way here.
Yan Fei didn’t mind, smiled modestly, “Not too bad, practiced a few moves since childhood, no problem handling ten or eight of them.”
He was too modest; with his skills, he could add a thousand behind that figure and not flinch.
But Xiaohe was a bit skeptical, “You’re boasting, right Brother Fei? When praised, you start panting?”
Yan Fei knew this guy’s personality was a bit rash, didn’t mind his tone, smiled and gestured a few tis before his face: “How many tis did I wave just now?”
He Qingzhi truly hadn’t seen clearly, yet he was unwilling to concede, rolling his eyes, “If I waved at you, you might not see it clearly either.”
Yan Fei remained seated, “Then you wave.”
Xiaohe reached out and started waving.
Yan Fei spoke, “Middle finger.”
Xiaohe suddenly felt his middle finger being pinched, upon closer inspection, it was indeed his middle finger firmly held between Yan Fei’s two fingers.
Yan Fei chuckled, “Competing in speed with is a sure loss, haven’t you been following the news lately? A few days ago, the novel I wrote was screened in Hollywood. I attended the opening, and a journalist provoked . At the ti, I wrote a few words on her face with a pen, and she didn’t even feel it.”
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