"Ha ha……"

Ye Chenfeng smiled. Although he did not admit that he was from the Ye family, he had to admit that the blood of the people of Shenzhou flowed in his body.

He has always been angry about the country in front of him because they have pirated many things from China and now they have to turn things around.

It is really funny to say that China is going to plagiarize and pirate their creativity.

They are even here, and they are not allowed to enter their venues and enjoy their fashion shows.

"Not only do I have no tickets, but I don't have a certificate. But believe it or not, I can still enter your venue." Ye Chenfeng put his hands in his pockets, sweeping the staff of the Korean venue in contempt, and was so crazy that he did not change.

One of them snorted disdainfully: "Hmph, you want to enter the venue without tickets or documents. What is the difference between your behavior and going to other countries without a passport?"

"It is naturally necessary to go to other countries, but it is not necessary to go to your country." Ye Chenfeng lit a cigarette and said slowly.

"Ha ha……"

Several people seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, laughing non-stop everywhere.

"What? You don't need a passport to our country? You haven't woken up yet? Although our country does not welcome you to travel, you Chinese people account for the mainstream of our foreign tourists, and they all need a passport. If you don't have a passport, you will only be sent back to Shenzhou. Where can you not need a passport?" Several staff members sneered.

"My ancestors have been to Seoul once and didn't ask for a passport." Ye Chenfeng said lightly.

The man asked in confusion and sarcastic questioningly, "Have your ancestors been to Seoul?"

"Yeah, they've been there once."

"How can I not bring my passport when I come to Seoul? I don't believe it! It's absolutely impossible!" Several people looked unbelievable.

Ye Chenfeng spread his hands: "When they came, they really didn't bring their passports. Will I lie to you?"

"Impossible. People from China come to our country and need to check their passports. When did your ancestors come?" the staff asked in confusion.

Ye Chenfeng vomited a few smoke rings before he spoke slowly: "I remember it was about January 1951, when they drove a tank together, and no one from your country dared to check their passports."

“…”

The words were not shocking. As soon as Ye Chenfeng said this, the staff of the Korean venue were like an egg stuffed into their mouths, so they couldn't speak at all. They were stunned and didn't know how to refute it. They were speechless.

Their faces were dark and the complex expression in their eyes seemed to be trampled on.

"pretty!"

Tourists in China standing behind Ye Chenfeng couldn't help but applaud when they heard Ye Chenfeng's words.

What Ye Chenfeng said was really relieved. Seeing these workers being defeated, everyone felt much more happy.

"You are so wild! Don't want to enter the venue today, even if you use violence, you can't do it." The staff member said angrily.

Ye Chenfeng snatched out the cigarette butts, curled his lips and smiled: "Then let's make a bet. If I don't need tickets to enter your venue today, you have to apologize to the people of China present."

"What if you lose?" The staff's eyes thundered.

"Then I will swallow five boxes of shampoo raw, split durian with bare hands, knock bricks on my forehead, eat raw oranges and bananas, slap eight hundred of them by myself, skip the level without a rope." Ye Chenfeng said casually.

The staff member shook his cell phone: "I have recorded the scene just now. If you can't do it, I'll let these things meet the media."

"Haha, no problem, we Chinese people are not that shameless. Keep our words."

"I want to see how you entered the venue today? Are you using violence?" The staff said sarcastically.

But as soon as they finished speaking, a few people hurriedly walked out of the venue. The leader was Qingliu Yiye, and there was also a suit and tie, who looked about thirty years old. Behind them were several people who looked like company leaders.

"Welcome Mr. Nicholas to the Korean fashion show. On behalf of ten Korean companies, I would like to welcome Mr. Nicholas to the arrival of him!"

The man who came with Qingliu Yiye welcomed Ye Chenfeng warmly with fear and respect in his eyes.

"Ga!"

This time, several staff members were completely stunned.

Others don’t know who they are talking, can they not know?

Park Dong-wang, the head of Sanhua Group, the most powerful Sanhua Group among the ten companies from South Korea, works by several of the top design masters of Sanhua Group, are the finale of this venue.

"Who are you?" Ye Chenfeng frowned and asked back.

"Mr. Nicholas, I am..."

Park Dongwang briefly introduced himself and learned about the incident.

Several staff members were so scared that they urinated and quickly apologized to Ye Chenfeng and other people in China.

In the end, everyone entered the venue without any tickets, and these staff members also learned about what happened in the morning and were so scared to death.

Even Chapson was caught off guard, let alone King Park and them.

Ye Chenfeng spent this day in pretentiousness. People warmly welcomed him wherever he went, and people gave way wherever he went.

After returning to the hotel in the evening, Chu Qingxue and the others went to work on tomorrow's Shenzhou Day fashion show. Ye Chenfeng returned to his room. He had one more thing: the Dragon Slaying Plan.

After calming down his complex mood, Ye Chenfeng slowly turned on the dragon-slaying plan and began to study it page by page.

This is the entire process of the battle recorded by the literary and artistic madman. It is not a simple list of forces. Ye Chenfeng read it as a novel.

I have to say that the literary and artistic maniac has a very strong pen power, and he truly depicts a blockbuster-like battle scene. He feels refreshing and passionate when reading it.

When Ye Chenfeng saw one of the sentences, he was stunned. This sentence describes it like this: "God, I actually saw God coming, it's so shocking..."

After turning several pages, the literary and artistic maniac mentioned the word God many times, and briefly analyzed it, allowing Ye Chenfeng to understand that this existence called "God" was probably the biggest behind the Dragon Slaying Plan this time, and even reminded him of the last voice that appeared in the mirror of reincarnation.

Ye Chenfeng seriously wanted to deduct some useful information from the book, but found that in the description of the literary and artistic madman, these organizations or forces were well disguised themselves. The literary and artistic madman was not a core member, so he naturally did not know the specific list of participating in the war.

But looking at the literary and artistic maniac’s books, Ye Chenfeng’s mind formed a series of pictures.
Chapter completed!