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Chapter 228 I don’t mind being called a devil

Qingmu shook his head slightly. In his eyes, Sun Nanmu was the same as everyone else here.

They are all the same kind of people.

It's ridiculous to say such things.

He was even more disdainful of Sun Nanmu, but he was interested in the medical book that was sent to him: “Sun Sang, let him in quickly.

Perhaps it is another precious medical book.”

Sun Nanmu shouted towards the door: "Come in!"

Zhi吖吖~

The door opens.

Zhang Fangcheng walked into the room and saw Sun Nanmu. He took out a cigarette and handed it to him: "Reporter Sun, come and have a cigarette." He was very respectful to reporters.

Because he felt that Sun Nanmu was a cultured person, he respected people with knowledge.

Sun Nanmu took the cigarette, frowned and corrected: "I am an editor, not a reporter.

I told you once, why can't you remember it?"

Zhang Fangcheng quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I'm not well-educated and don't understand the difference between a reporter and an editor."

Sun Nanmu threw the cigarette on the table and said, "You must have received a new book.

Come, take it out and have a look.

If it's the books in the catalog, the money will definitely make you satisfied!"

Zhang Fangcheng looked a little embarrassed: "Well, I'm not here to sell books today.

Didn’t I sell you a book last time? The seller is here and wants to buy the book back!

Buy it back?

The smile on Sun Nanmu's face disappeared, and then turned cold in an instant: "You have already sold the book to me, that book is already mine!

If you're here just for this, please leave now.

I don’t have time to receive you!”

Zhang Fangcheng shook his head: "I'm not leaving. I must buy that book back!"

Sun Nanmu sneered. He relied on this book to get a green card, but Zhang Fangcheng actually wanted to buy it back.

Don't even think about it.

"I advise you not to mess around!

You'll never get that book!"

Zhang Fangcheng was a little anxious: "I'm not taking it, I'm buying it with money.

You can raise the price, tell me, how much do you want to pay?" Sun Nanmu showed disdain at the corner of his mouth: "You want to use money to hit me?

You don't even look at what you are doing.

You are just a rag collector, you are not worthy to act like this in front of me!

Get out! "

Zhang Fangcheng's face looked a little ugly, and he felt it necessary to tell the real reason.

He believed that anyone who was a descendant of the Yellow Emperor would understand his reasons for buying books.

They would all be willing to sell books: “Let me tell you the truth.

The Japanese people took a fancy to this book and wanted to buy it.

Want to steal our traditional Chinese medicine!

This medical book was left by our ancestors and must not be allowed to be obtained by them.

Now you agree to let me buy back this medical book! ! "

Sun Nanmu's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Qingmu beside him. A murderous look flashed in Qingmu's eyes. He never expected that this rag collector actually knew his purpose.

His eyes swept across Zhang Fangcheng's neck, and his hand touched the short blade at his waist.

Then he resisted the urge to attack and waved to Sun Nanmu: "Zhang Sang, get out!!!"

Sun Nanmu stood up and yelled at Zhang Fangcheng, "Get out of here right now.

What do you mean the Japanese stole traditional Chinese medicine? Don’t you see what traditional Chinese medicine has become?

We ourselves don't want it, so others will look down on the feudal and superstitious Chinese medicine.

Besides, it’s a good time to be friendly with neighboring countries.

Even if they just want to buy medical books, it will promote exchanges between the two countries!"

As he spoke, he stood up and shouted at Zhang Fangcheng to walk out. Zhang Fangcheng was furious when he heard it: "You... why do you say that?

The Japanese have always had evil ambitions..."

Having said that, he suddenly stopped and shifted his gaze to look at Aoki.

He pointed at Aoki, frowned, and recalled what Aoki had just said.

Then he suddenly exclaimed, "What did you call Reporter Sun just now?

Your name is Sun Sang?

You...you are from Japan?"

Qingmu's expression suddenly changed: "Kick him out!"

Sun Nanmu was also shocked, because Qingmu's identity was originally legitimate.

With the popularity of e-books, paper books are becoming less and less common, and even fewer people are publishing books.

Many publishing houses are holding their breath, and their publishing houses are in the same situation.

Aoki invested in several comic book series, giving the publishing house a break.

Aoki is a bookseller.

When Qingmu was purchasing medical books, he once instructed that he could only do it using his identity.

Aoki's identity must not be exposed.

Otherwise you will get into big trouble.

Now Aoki's affair has been exposed.

He was also a little nervous, so he stood up and pushed Zhang Fangcheng out: "Get out, or I'll be rude to you if you don't."

Zhang Fangcheng was indignant: "Why did you push me?

Are you Yanhuang or not..."

Sun Nanmu didn't wait for Zhang Fangcheng to finish speaking before punching him: "Fuck you!"

Bang~ A punch hit Zhang Fangcheng in the face, and Zhang Fangcheng staggered back a few steps.

After he stood firm, he immediately jumped into a rage: "Are you a human?

How dare you help the Japs? You resell medical books to them and you dare to take action..."

When Qingmu saw Zhang Fangcheng talking about the Japanese, his expression suddenly became ferocious. He suddenly stood up and rushed towards Zhang Fangcheng. When he got close to him, he kicked Zhang Fangcheng in the stomach.

Zhang Fangcheng was caught off guard and was kicked to the ground. He climbed up holding his stomach in pain and cursed, "Fuck your ancestors..."

Then he pounced on Aoki.

Seeing this, Sun Nanmu hugged Zhang Fangcheng and threw him to the ground. He said to Qingmu, "I'll hold him, and you beat him!"

Qingmu gritted his teeth and walked forward, raising his leg and kicking Zhang Fangcheng in the face.

Bang~bang bang~

bang bang bang~

He kicked him more than ten times in a row.

In just a moment, Zhang Fangcheng was knocked unconscious.

Qing Mucai stopped in frustration and panted, "Sun Sang, do you know what I hate the most?"

Sun Nanmu let go of the unconscious Zhang Fangcheng and thought for a moment before saying, "Do you dislike being called a devil?"

Aoki shook his head: "I don't mind being called a devil.

But I hate being called a devil!

The men of my Yamato people are true warriors, and one day we will conquer this land."

Sun Nanmu frowned. For some reason, he felt particularly uncomfortable listening to Qingmu's words.

But this feeling only lasted for a moment and passed.

With a flattering smile on his face, he said, “Mr. Aoki, if you feel unhappy, you can continue to fight!

Keep hitting until you are out of breath."

Qing Mu glanced at the unconscious Zhang Fangcheng on the ground and said, "I'm a little worried that he will ruin our plan."

He already had the intention to kill.

He was just worried that killing Zhang Fangcheng would cause trouble, so he resisted the urge to do it.

Sun Nanmu said nonchalantly: "He's just a rag collector, I just broke his legs.

He can't do anything to me.

I have someone above me, and even if I just say hello, he won’t be able to respond!"

Hearing this, Aoki nodded and said, "Then throw him out.

I have something to tell you, and then I’m leaving.”

Sun Nanmu took out his phone and called two security guards: "This man is causing trouble here, just carry him out and throw him at the gate."

The two security guards didn't dare to ask any more questions and carried Zhang Fangcheng out.

Sun Nanmu stood up, closed the door, and brought Qingmu a cup of tea.

Aoki pulled out a USB drive and said, "This is a new batch of comic books. They're in 32-mo format and have 300 pages. The price is still $3.50, and they're printing 500,000 copies."

When Sun Nanmu heard the price, he couldn't help but ask, "Three hundred pages, three dollars and a half, isn't that too cheap?"

Aoki shook his head and said, “You are about to immigrate, so I can tell you something.

These comics aren't about making money.

Just to spread it out.

If I wasn't afraid of causing trouble, I would give it away for free."

Ye Changqing stood at the door, becoming more and more anxious as he waited, when suddenly he saw two security guards carrying a person out.

Seeing the clothes the man being carried was wearing, he was a little surprised: "It looks like Zhang Fangcheng!"

Ye Changqing also recognized him. He looked at him with a gloomy face and said nothing.

Two security guards carried Zhang Fangcheng to the door, threw him to the ground, and turned away.

Ye Changqing saw that Zhang Fangcheng's face was covered in blood and the wound on his face was bleeding.

There was blood on his chin and neck.

He suddenly became furious, took out a silver needle and injected two times.

Ah ~

Zhang Fangcheng let out a long groan, opened his eyes, saw Ye Changqing, pointed at the building and said, "The medical book is in Sun Nanmu's hands. I want the medical book, but Sun Nanmu won't give it to me.

He even held me and let that little Japanese soldier beat me. Go get the medical book quickly. If you go too late, that little Japanese soldier will take it away!"

Ye Changqing nodded: "Let's not talk about the medical book for now.

You mean that little devil hit you?"

Zhang Fangcheng's facial muscles trembled with pain, and he gritted his teeth and said, "The little devil, and that Sun Nanmu, they beat me with two people!

They are in room 006 on the third floor."

Ye Changqing said, "Wait for me," and then walked straight into the gate.

Seeing this, the security guard reached out to stop him: "Stop!

You can’t go in without someone from our group saying hello!”

Ye Changqing acted as if he didn't hear anything and walked straight in.

The security guard flew into a rage: “Are you fucking deaf?

I tell you to stop! "

Crack~ Ye Changqing hit the security guard's throat with a bone-breaking punch.

The sound of the larynx breaking was crisp and loud.

Then continue walking towards the gate.

Behind him, the security guard fell to the ground, holding his throat and rolling and struggling.

After a few breaths and a few kicks, there was no movement.

Ye Changqing walked to the business building and headed upstairs.