Langfei: I am the younger brother of the Fudi demons

The anger in Lin Fan's heart was almost uncontrollable.

Outrageous.

It just doesn't make sense.

If his reason hadn't told him that these guys in front of him were just ordinary people, and practitioners couldn't do anything to ordinary people, he would have really wanted to crush them to death with one finger.

Of course, it is still okay to impose small punishments.

So, looking at the fist that was swinging, Lin Fan did not make a move, but only showed a slight momentum.

Almost at the same time, a click sounded.

The bodyguard who came forward with a fierce look and punched him let out a muffled grunt, and the joints of his hand that had punched fiercely were dislocated, and the entire arm drooped feebly.

This sudden change made the face of the handsome boy from Bangzi Country, who was originally sneering, stiffen, and then a look of fear appeared in his eyes.

Lin Fan did not continue to take action, but looked at the group of people in front of him indifferently, and said coldly: "If you want to enter the terminal, please queue up. Doesn't your country teach you to come first, first served?"

The pretty boy from Bangzi Country obviously couldn't understand Chinese, but the assistant next to him quickly translated Lin Fan's words to him.

A look of embarrassment and anger clearly flashed across the other party's face.

After all, he is a big star, and fans flock to him wherever he goes, screaming with compliments.

When have you ever been slapped in the face and criticized like this?

But before he could speak out, the group of female fans from China jumped out to defend him.

"What's wrong with you? You're blocking our Oppa's way, and you're still reasonable."

"You are actually a reporter. Which newspaper or media company are you from? We want to expose you."

"Yes, expose you."

"We, Yangyang Huaxia, are a country of etiquette. How come you are such a rude person? You are a guest even though you are far away. Do you know how to be polite?"

"The Chinese people have disgraced you."

"..."

Seeing those idiotic fans spitting accusations at him, they looked like they had a sworn hatred against them. Some women were even holding up their mobile phones to take pictures of Lin Fan, as if they wanted to expose him.

Lin Fan didn't know what to say for a moment.

Who has made the Chinese people lose face?

Is it you...or are you a bunch of brainless fans who are cheating on you?

Lin Fan lazily ignored these shrew-like and unreasonable women, and just looked at the pretty boy being protected by the girls: "When you arrive in China, you have to abide by the rules of China, so... get behind the line and line up."

Lin Fan's words were quickly translated to him by the assistant next to the pretty boy.

The pretty boy's face turned obviously even more ugly.

But when he saw this annoying group of idiot fans standing up for him and besieging the Chinese, he rolled his eyes and realized his plan.

At the same time, his face was filled with smiles as if he were turning over a book.

With a gentle face, he smiled at the group of fierce women who were protecting calves, then he picked up the stick and said:

"Thank you all the beautiful ladies for defending me, but this gentleman is right. If you want to enter the terminal, you should naturally queue up. We cannot enjoy privileges just because we are celebrities. This is not good."

The words quickly passed through the assistant's mouth and were translated into Chinese in real time.

When these words fell into the ears of the girls, a group of idiot fans instantly made stars pop out of their eyes and screamed in admiration.

"Oh my God, look at our Oppa, how qualified and civilized he is."

"Unlike some people who make trouble unreasonably."

"I see that some people clearly want to rub off on our Oppa Kim Jian-hoon's popularity. It's simply disgusting."

"a shame."

"Bah, expose him."

"Let all fans see this guy's face."

"It's disgusting."

"..."

Lin Fan just faced the curses of these women indifferently. He only felt that these girls with originally exquisite makeup looked ugly.

He looked at the pretty boy from Bangzi Country. This guy named Jin Jianxun was not a good guy either.

There was obviously an ulterior motive behind those words.

Hypocritical, like the dead eunuch of the gentleman Jian Yue Buqun.

As a native of Bangzi, Jin Jianxun could not understand the Chinese spoken by these women, but he had a caring assistant who constantly translated for him in real time.

He was in a good mood at that time.

He looked at the Chinese man who was being pointed and scolded by the girls, with a flash of pride on his face.

It's really fun to see the Chinese people fighting among themselves.

Sure enough, the Chinese ethnic group is the most inferior ethnic group.

All they know is infighting.

He also likes internal fighting the most.

He was not prepared to jump in line and squeeze into the terminal.

Instead, he leisurely came to the end of the queue, as if he was lining up honestly.

This immediately attracted the admiration of those idiotic fans.

The reporters were also snapping photos one after another of the Bangzi Country superstars queuing up. Their faces were full of admiration for foreign stars being so law-abiding in China.

As for his previous rampage with his bodyguards, they all tacitly chose to ignore it.

They are entertainment reporters.

Everyone comes out to take photos and just have fun.

Where do you get so much love for your family and country?

Naturally, what those idiot fans want to see is what they and others will write.

Jin Jianxun, who was standing in the team, looked at the Chinese man who was besieged by the women and was staying in the team, and the corners of his mouth curled up again.

Then he took out his mobile phone, found his best angle, and took a beautiful photo of himself.

He looked at the photo.

He nodded very satisfied.

This photo was taken from a great angle.

It perfectly showed his handsome face, and behind his face you could see a long queue, with everyone queuing up in an orderly manner.

He was satisfied with this beautiful photo and posted it on his Weibo in China, along with a text.

In China, we must be a good, law-abiding citizen, and celebrities are no exception. Law-abiding starts with me.

After thinking about it, he used conversion software to convert the Bangzi Mandarin into Chinese characters, and then clicked send with satisfaction.

Then he lowered his head and whispered to the assistant next to him.

When the assistant heard his master's instructions, he was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but glance with pity at the guy who was already queuing up and waiting to enter the terminal.

This guy is going to be in trouble.

Of course, what does his misfortune have to do with him?

Although he is also Chinese.

But he was just trying to make ends meet.

Seeing his little assistant hiding aside and starting to make a phone call, Jin Jianxun's expression became even more proud.

Then he shook his legs carelessly, fiddled with the phone in his hand, and refreshed Weibo.

As a star of Bangzi Country, he became popular after being introduced to China through an idol drama.

He also became famous in China and had many fans.

His personal Weibo in China has tens of millions of fans.

Just posting a random post on Weibo, even a simple photo of life, can attract millions of likes, hundreds of thousands of retweets, and tens of thousands of comments.

Such a level of enthusiasm is unimaginable in my Bangzi country, which has a total population of only [-] million.

In their country, if you have millions of fans, you are considered a superstar.

Tens of millions of fans, that’s one-fifth of the people in Bangzi Country.

And this feeling of being surrounded by stars made him almost lose himself.

The whole person was very happy to miss Shu.

He likes this feeling.

And as he continued to refresh Weibo.

Every time it is refreshed, the likes, reposts and comments on it are soaring by an objective number.

In the blink of an eye, it had one million likes and tens of thousands of retweets.

There are already tens of thousands of reviews.

And looking at the reviews, after using the conversion software to convert them into Bangzi Chinese characters, they are all compliments and praises.

Jin Jianxun unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, with a smile on his face.

At this time, the assistant who went to make a call came back to him, made an OK gesture to him, spoke Mandarin in a stick, and said in a measured tone: "All the things assigned have been done, and there will be news soon."

When Jin Jianxun heard this, his eyes narrowed happily, and he patted the Huaxia assistant next to him on the shoulder with appreciation: "Well done, the bonus will be doubled this month."

When the assistant heard this, he immediately beamed with joy and bent down: "Thank you, Taijun, bah... thank you, boss."

Jin Jianxun lowered his head and continued to scroll through his phone. When he refreshed Weibo again, the number of retweets and comments clearly soared at abnormal numbers.

In the blink of an eye, it had more than 30 retweets and [-] comments.

In the comment area, other voices also appeared among the compliments and compliments.

For example, in one of the comments, the commentator said that she was at the airport and witnessed Oppa Kim Mi-hoon being bullied, and described it vividly.

The guy who bullied Jin Jianxun was described as unjust and unforgivable.

Jin Jianxun raised the corners of his mouth and looked at the back of the Chinese man in front of him with a playful look, a flash of pleasure flashed across his face.

I'm coming.

The show is about to take place.