Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 578 - 245 A Gentle Wave of the Hand_1

Chapter 578: Chapter 245 A Gentle Wave of the Hand_1

As Yan Fei was putting his pen into his bag preparing to leave, he casually pulled out a bottle of honey. He handed it to The Sixth Miss Guo, who he had initially found annoying but now seemed tolerable, and said, "I’m sorry for troubling you this late. This is honey produced by my own bees, it’s quite good. I’d like you to have it."

The Sixth Miss Guo was somewhat taken aback by his sudden change in attitude. She hadn’t pegged Yan Fei for the kind of person who would ignore someone he disliked, but casually gift something to those he approved of.

When she didn’t accept the honey, Yan Fei set it on the table and said, "It’s really good honey, very sweet. I’ll be going now!"

Just as he was about to leave, the young ruffian called out, "A bottle of honey and you are treating it like a treasure, typical bumpkin behavior. Now that your business discussion is over, shouldn’t we settle our account?"

Yan Fei couldn’t be bothered with him and headed for the door, but the little ruffian signaled to his two bodyguards, blocking Yan Fei’s exit.

Yan Fei paused. He expected The Sixth Miss Guo to attempt to stop the confrontation, but hearing no protest he turned around just in time to see her pretending to be enthralled by the bottle of honey. But from under her reddish blonde hair, he could see the amusement in her eyes. Clearly, she was waiting to see him in action.

It seemed this girl wasn’t as innocent as he’d thought. Served him right for wasting his honey on her - maybe it would have been better off feeding it to a dog! He now regretted not washing his hands off of these folks completely earlier.

If he had paid any attention to international trends, he would know that both the stock and housing markets in Hong Kong were at the height of a bubble economy.

After two years of crazy growth, the housing market set a record high that lasted for twenty years, boasting property prices six times that of Britain, with averages ranging from several to several tens of thousands per square meter. There was even a rumor of a provincial governor’s residence selling for over ten million Hong Kong dollars - which had more value than the RMB at that time.

Recognized among the Newly Industrial Economics, one of the three main financial centers in the world, the honors bestowed upon the people of Hong Kong had them walking around with their heads held high. They had every right to be proud especially when faced with a rustic bumpkin like Yan Fei.

Thus, Yan Fei’s nonchalant behaviors earlier were not met with direct confrontation - though it could be seen as showing restraint. Yan Fei, however, expected them to possess a more pleasant demeanor.

Seeing The Sixth Miss Guo’s reaction, Yan Fei couldn’t help but laugh at his own naivety.

Although self-mocking himself, he wasn’t really upset. If these people were trying to reason with him, he wouldn’t be able to win the argument, but their combative stance... that didn’t bother him. Nowadays, he rarely got angry with anyone attempting to pick a fight with him. After all, they were volunteering themselves as punching bags, and what’s wrong with a bit of exercise?

He was just a bit frustrated. If they started fighting and he accidentally hurt someone, what then? These were famous Hong Kong patriots featured in newspapers! Should they go from strutting around to being carried away like mincemeat, wouldn’t it make him seem like a bad host?

He glanced back at the Fifth Young Master Guo, who had removed his sunglasses, returned with a smile and said, "When hiring bodyguards, it’s about whether they can protect you, not if they look intimidating. These guys are no use if they meet someone who has had a bit of Kung Fu training."

It was clear he was referring to himself. If he didn’t want to make a big scene, he would’ve straight out told them: if I wanted to crush you, having an army of bodyguards wouldn’t save you...

Such audacity left the people speechless, including The Fifth Young Master Guo, The Sixth Miss Guo, and the unassuming gentleman in his thirties. They were all expecting him to apologize, but instead, he made such a brazen statement.

Within the next second, they understood. To behave with such arrogance, you’re either a reckless youth who knew nothing or you’re... actually awesome.

Yan Fei took the sunglasses from The Fifth Young Master Guo, flung them out the window, turned towards the two bodyguards and strode towards them. As soon as they got into their defensive stance, Yan Fei scooped them up one in each arm and without any momentum, vaulted through the window...

Mid air, he managed to do a sideways rotation, aligning their bodies to go through the window...

As they sailed out of the window, the commotion left behind echoed with gasps and the sound of flipping tables. You could tell things got really messy just by listening!

"Thud!"

That was the sound of ground splintering as they hit the pavement, now standing on solid ground.

As the people inside the building rushed over to the window just in time to see the two bodyguards still in the defense position - a stance they conceived mid-flight, meanwhile, the country bumpkin stood between them. He caught his sunglasses as they fell from the sky, removed his old black-framed glasses and put them in his bag, then put on the sunglasses. He scanned the area, then climbed on a motorcycle parked nearby.

He even had the time to wave at the people at the window.

With a casual wave, he had already inserted the key and revved the engine, the roaring sound eerily similar to an angry bull.

He flashed another smile at the stunned Sixth Miss Guo, and then with a swift clutch and release, the motorcycle shot forward.

Not just the people at the window, but also the pedestrians were flabbergasted as they watched the motorcycle fly from the sidewalk onto the road, zooming a short distance before swerving into a dramatic turn and disappearing into the scarce traffic, leaving wisps of smoke...

All those haughty and calm people from earlier, were now rooted in place, staring blankly at the brightly lit road. Especially The Sixth Miss Guo, her red lips forming an ’O’, her eyes fixed on the illuminated street, shimmering...