Chapter 314: Chapter 169: Making a Fortune_3
Yan Fei adopted a passionate and fervent tone, saying, “Although I am but an ordinary practitioner of Chinese Kung Fu, I shall not shrink back from the challenge of Taekwondo. This is the ttle of us Chinese n. I am not in a position to represent Chinese Kung Fu in battle, but since an inferior Taekwondo master from South Korea wants to challenge , I can only give him a taste of the prowess of our Chinese Kung Fu. Our Chinese Kung Fu is profound and inscrutable, and even if I have only mastered a small fraction of it, I am not soone that the arrogant South Koreans can defeat.”
The journalist beca anxious when Yan Fei seed not to understand his warning. He thought that Yan Fei was unaware of Kim Hye-myeong’s capabilities and was simply making the impulsive mistake typical of young people. However, so things could not be said in this situation. He decided to secretly gather more information about Kim Hye-myeong and give it to Yan Fei, with the hope that Yan Fei would call off the challenge. Reneging on a promise was better than losing one’s life.
The Japanese journalist made an effort and squeezed to the front of Yan Fei, saying in English, “Mr. Yan, you have accepted the challenge from the South Korean Taekwondo practitioner. Will you also accept a challenge from our Japanese karate?”
Seeing this Japanese journalist who asked the question, Yan Fei imdiately thought of the newly acquired Misty Island. A plan ford in his mind, and he said, “Sorry, I won’t accept challenges just for the sake of it. However, if your Japanese karate practitioners can put up three billion US dollars for a wager, I would be willing to accept your challenge.”
The Japanese journalist, dissatisfied, said, “Mr. Yan, Chinese Kung Fu and our Japanese karate are both forms of martial arts. Fundantally, there’s no difference in level. Only through regular exchanges and learning from each other’s strengths can we both make progress. This kind of challenge is beneficial for both parties, and both can gain from it. Why must there be a wager of three billion US dollars?”
Yan Fei sneered, “I am the owner of a big company, with a fortune of tens of billions, earning millions every minute. My ti is extrely valuable. You expect to spar with you for free, are you sure you’re not here to make laugh? Oh… that’s right, I just encountered a funny Japanese person at Customs while passing through the airport. He looked like a beggar, his na was Haruji Harada, and he’s said to be an important figure in Japan. It seems that Japanese people have recently turned towards professional cody.”
The Japanese journalist, a correspondent from Japan’s dia stationed in France, naturally knew about Haruji Harada’s plight at Charles de Gaulle Airport. However, he was very angry with Harada’s disrespect towards Princess Kako and had always looked down on Harada. Now hearing Yan Fei liken Japanese people to Harada’s cody, the Japanese journalist, dissatisfied, said, “That Haruji Harada is no longer Japanese; he has been expelled from Japanese nationality. He is now a stateless person, so please do not associate his behavior with us Japanese.”
Yan Fei was shocked and said, “Ah! So that person was a fake Japanese! I just purchased an island from him called Misty Island and spent five million US dollars. It seems I’ve been swindled…”
After saying that, Yan Fei took out the legal docunts for the island he bought from Haruji Harada, waved them in front of the Japanese journalist so that the video cara behind him could clearly capture the contents, and himself appeared very annoyed.
The Japanese journalist saw the legal docunts clearly and quickly had his video cara operator capture them, then laughed and said, “Mr. Yan, strictly speaking, you were not cheated by Haruji Harada. He indeed had an island, but it now no longer belongs to any country. So, by purchasing that island, you will have no country to provide you with security protections.”
Seeing Yan Fei’s pained expression, the Japanese journalist felt a sense of superiority and continued to twist the knife: “Mr. Yan, as far as I know, that island is called Misty Island, shrouded in fog all year round, lacking fresh water, with a harsh environnt where not even plants can grow, let alone people. The sea bed of that area is all hard rock, and at its deepest point is just over ten ters. Large ships simply cannot navigate in there. Even small fishing boats can’t fish there, because that sea area simply has no fishery resources.”
Yan Fei looked sowhat dumbfounded, mumbling incessantly, “How can this be? How could I have been deceived by a beggar? Shouldn’t that island be a beautiful tourist spot?”
Looking at Yan Fei’s dumbfounded expression, the Japanese journalist felt a twisted pleasure and continued his mockery: “That island also has a very strange phenonon; it is sinking all the ti. According to statistics, the island sinks 25 to 30 centiters every year. With such a rate of sinking, in at most ten years, the island will completely vanish under the sea surface. By then, you will have gained nothing, as you would’ve bought a worthless, useless island.”
Yan Fei had previously searched for information about Misty Island on the Internet and knew that, for so unknown reason, the island was sinking rapidly, and the rate of this sinking was even accelerating. Over the past thirty years, the island had sunk more than 2 ters overall, causing many reefs to be subrged by sea water. Yet he hadn’t expected that the rate of sinking had increased even more in recent years. If it continued to sink at this speed, the island would be underwater in ten years.
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