Bangkok Airport, Thailand—

Early in the morning, a plane flew from New York, USA to Bangkok.

The powerful Wall Street tycoon Soros got off the plane with a little tired look and came to the airport exit.

A long distance away, he saw a wretched Thai man holding a card with the words "Welcome to himself" on it.

Soros rubbed his nose and walked towards the man with his suitcase.

"Hello, are you Mr. Soros?" asked the despicable Thai man in broken English.

Soros nodded impatiently, "Are you the one responsible for picking me up?"

"Yes, hello, my name is Asu, just call me Su!" The vulgar man nodded and bowed. Facing this internationally renowned financial tycoon, he wanted to serve him with a humble attitude.

"Where is the car?"

"Oh, right in front, come with me - by the way, please allow me to give you a salute." After saying that, the despicable man took the suitcase in Soros's hand and walked forward first.

Soros originally wanted to say "thank you", but when he saw the other party's servile appearance, the word "thank you" stayed in his stomach and said nothing.

To Soros, these people are stupid and are not worthy of their gratitude.

The car outside was an extended Lincoln sedan.

Soros likes American cars, just like he loves America.

In his ideology, the United States is the center of the world, and no matter what it is, it is the best.

In order to maintain his tycoon's demeanor, only this American Lincoln sedan is equipped with its own car.

The despicable man carefully placed Soros' suitcase in the rear compartment of the car, turned around and invited Soros into the car, and also got into the cab, and then said to Soros: "Now, I'll drive you to the hotel where you are staying. Do you have any other requirements?"

"Oh, then hurry up, I hope to go to the hotel to take a shower early - God, I hate coming to Thailand, I don't like everything here."

The wretched man: "..."

As a Thai, I wanted to defend my country for a few words, but the despicable man looked back at Soros, who looked sleepy, and opened his mouth, but he didn't dare to say those words.

"Well, sir, I'll drive you over now-it will be very fast, don't worry!" The despicable man took a taxi and galloped along the road.

...

Bangkok Morning Market-

In the bustling morning market, Thais bargained in large numbers and discussed the purchase and sale of goods.

The vulgar man drove Lincoln. When he came here, he saw that the road was blocked by those selling things, so he honked his horn hard and poked his head out to yell at the vendors: "Get out! You guys! Get out of here quickly-"

The vendors heard the sound of horns and ignored them, and were still blocked at the intersection and noisy.

The vulgar man looked at Soros through the reversing mirror. Soros was frowning at some point.

The vulgar man became even more anxious and couldn't take much care of it, so he quickly stepped on the accelerator.

Who knew that at this time, a black motorcycle happened to jump out from the side, and Lincoln's car hit it directly.

With a bang, the brand new Yamaha motorcycle in the prince-style style fell to the ground on the spot.

"Oh, my car!" The rider was lucky to be quick-witted and kicked aside when he was hit.

At this moment, the motorcycle fell to the ground, and the wheels turned around and made a creaking sound.

The motorcycle rider wore a black helmet with a skull logo and a heavy metal punk outfit. He looked like a pirate. Seeing that his motorcycle was like this, he immediately went up to stop the Lincoln sedan lane: "Come down, you pay me your car!"

The slutty man driving was startled and hurriedly opened the car door and got out of the car. He glanced at the motorcycle that he had smashed, and then looked at the rider who didn't look like a good person and looked like a wild boar on his face. He couldn't help but say fear: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!"

"It's not intentional to hit me like this. If you do, you won't hit me to death!" The motorcycle rider grabbed the vulgar man's clothes and said viciously.

"I, I didn't mean it!"

"Hmph, I don't care whether you did it on purpose or not. In short, you have smashed my car now. What do you think you should do?"

"This... I will pay you money and you will calm down!" the vulgar man begged for mercy.

"This is not a question of whether you are not rich or not. Don't think that it's great if you drive a Lincoln car! Do you know, this motorcycle is just like my wife. I don't want to scratch it myself, but now you are hit like this. What do you think?!" The rider refused to give in.

"I, that me..." The wretched man didn't know what to say. He also heard that some people loved cars like life, but he didn't expect that he would actually meet a lunatic today.

Just then—

"Send your wife back to the original factory for spray painting and repair, this is the best choice!" a voice said.

The motorcycle rider turned his head and saw that it was a ghost guy who had just gotten out of the car, with golden hair and green eyes, and looked like the "Golden Lion King".

"Mr. Soros, why are you coming down?" The wretched man hurriedly met him.

Soros glanced at him contemptuously, "If I don't come down, can you solve it?"

The wretched man: "..."

Stop saying a word.

When I looked at the motorcycle rider, I saw that it was a ghost guy. His original aggressive aura became weaker. After all, many Thais in this era also admired foreigners and fascinated foreigners. When they saw a big nose with blond hair and green eyes, foreigners would suffer from cartilage.

"Ahem, you're right. My wife was hit like this. That... can only be sent back to the original factory for repair." The motorcycle rider pointed at his motorcycle and stammered.

"Then I will pay you money, how much do you need?" said the despicable man hurriedly, while he was also taking out his wallet and preparing to pay the motorcycle rider.

The motorcycle rider sighed, "That's all we can do - uh, it costs about a thousand..."

"Is it a thousand?" The wretched man was a little surprised, but he didn't expect that a thousand baht could be solved.

As he spoke, he quickly counted a thousand baht and handed over it.

The motorcycle rider didn't answer and said, "The thousand I said is not Thai baht, but US dollars!"

"USD? One thousand USD?" The wretched man was shocked, "Do you want to blackmail?"

"Who blackmailed you? My car is imported! And, now the Thai baht is depreciating every day. I guess my car has not been pushed to the original factory for repair, and your thousand has shrunk by half!"

"That's not worth a thousand dollars!"

"What did you say? I mean I don't want to give it to you? Then I'll-" Before the motorcycle got angry, Soros had already taken out a stack from his wallet and threw it to him and said, "It's enough to repair your car here!"

The motorcycle driver didn't get it properly, and the US dollar fell to the ground. He hurriedly squatted down to pick it up. One, two... It was a total of seven or eight!

"Thank you, thank you!" the motorcycle rider said with a smile.

Soros looked at him contemptuously, said nothing, but said to the vulgar man: "Drive!"

After the Lincoln car started, the motorcycle rider was still nodding and bowing at them with a stack of US dollars behind.

Soros despised him for a moment, raised his legs, took out a large cigar, took out the cigar and cut it out quickly and cut it off, then took out a lighter to light it, and took a sip with his posture.

Suddenly, a fragrant and mellow cigar filled the car.

The vulgar man driving in front couldn't help but sniff, thinking that this expensive cigar was different. Even if you smell the smell of smoke next to you, it would be a great pleasure.

But soon he remembered what had happened just now, and was puzzled and couldn't help asking, "Mr. Soros, why did you give him so much money?"

Soros raised his legs, played a cigar, and said disdainfully: "Is it a lot? Do you know that the time he wasted me has already made me earn tens of thousands of dollars less?"

The wretched man: "..."

He doesn't understand the world of rich people.
Chapter completed!