My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Yang Feng originally thought that he could easily find an opportunity to take advantage of it if he came here to cause trouble.

But looking at the situation, they should have been prepared for how to deal with themselves.

"Um……"

Yang Feng looked at Murong Wan.

"I'm a little hungry."

Murong Wan deliberately cooperated and spoke.

Yang Feng said, nodding: "Not bad, then let's make some island dishes?"

He still ordered the island cuisine.

It’s not that he doesn’t like to eat it, he just thinks it’s easier to find fault with it.

After hearing this, the Japanese who received him immediately understood what Yang Feng meant.

He was worried, but he could only agree: "Yes, yes, I understand, I will prepare it now."

Having said that, the islander was about to leave.

Yang Feng stopped him at this time and said, "Wait, there is something I haven't told you yet."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Yang, please go ahead."

"How do you calculate the price? From just now till now, you have also mentioned the price of accommodation in this place. And what are the prices of these food?"

Yang Feng asked.

The Japanese wiped his sweat and said quickly: "Mr. Yang, you are really lucky. You happen to be our lucky customer, so all your consumption here is free, and you can also get our special VIP service."

"Free?! You look down on me, don't you? You think I don't have money?!"

Yang Feng looked anxious.

The Japanese man quickly said, "No, no, no, if Mr. Yang really wants to spend money, that's fine. This is just a coincidence... just a coincidence."

He looked nervous and didn't know what was going on with Yang Feng.

Yang Feng looked like a nouveau riche, and snorted coldly, "Forget it, since you are in a good mood today, I will let you go."

"Yes Yes."

"Go prepare the food. Also, I don't eat raw food, so you have to prepare some hot dishes for me. If the taste is a little off after you serve it, it would be like you are deliberately neglecting us..."

Yang Feng deliberately emphasized the word "neglect".

It's obvious that he'll find fault if he's even slightly dissatisfied.

The Japanese people didn't dare to say anything, so they naturally agreed to everything and then retreated with their backs hunched.

Yang Feng and Murong Wan returned to the hall.

The doors here are sliding.

After pushing away.

The gate faces the sea.

Yang Feng and Murong Wan sat beside the coffee table.

You can drink tea while overlooking the sea.

This tea should be the best tea they can find.

Very high quality.

Although it is not as good as the one grown by Yang Feng himself, it is considered the best tea among the ones that ordinary people drink.

It was impossible for Yang Feng to find any trouble on it.

more importantly.

Immediately a girl from another island country walked in.

The one in kimono looked like a servant, serving them and making tea. She was responsible for boiling water and pouring tea, and even knew some tea art.

Yang Feng and Murong Wan looked at each other.

"It seems like they won't give you a chance."

Murong Wan joked.

Yang Feng felt a little depressed and frustrated.

I originally thought that after arriving here, I could put a damper on the Abe family and make them send some people to cause trouble for me overnight.

But I didn't expect to be treated like this after arriving here.

"They probably knew we were here a long time ago, and the people from Shanhe must have given them advice."

Yang Feng guessed that only people from Shanhe could understand him so well.

They obviously knew what they were going to do and were well prepared.

Murong Wan spread her hands and said, "It seems like you're having a bad start."

Yang Feng was also a little melancholy.

He asked the island woman who was making tea nearby to leave first, and then said, "What if I insist on finding some fault?"

"Since they've got their eyes on it, they'll definitely record it. If nothing unexpected happens, if you really force yourself to find an excuse, it'll be easy for them to look into your account book later."

Murong Wan reminded with a smile.

Yang Feng was a little worried.

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside again.

It was the Japanese man from before, who was walking towards this side with a few people carrying freshly prepared food.

Yang Feng immediately frowned and glared at the people, "Why are you so slow in delivering the food? And I just thought about it. Since we are here to play in the island country, we are here to experience the local customs and practices. Why did you change my room into a bed?"

He looked unhappy.

The Japanese man's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said, "Sir, if you want to sleep on the tatami, I have prepared that. You just need to move the bed. The surroundings are very clean."

"Really?"

"Yes, yes. I'll have someone do it right away."

The Japanese were afraid that Yang Feng would take action, so they immediately began to arrange for people from outside to come in.

Then he asked a few people to put the food down and then lit a charcoal fire underneath.

The charcoal fire just heated the food to a temperature that was ready to eat.

I have to say that their preparation and treatment are probably not so attentive even when it comes to diplomatic visits to other countries.

Even Yang Feng felt embarrassed to nitpick amid their caution.

Moreover, the meals prepared by these islanders were obviously guided by Chinese chefs.

The techniques used and the taste produced are very much in line with Yang Feng's taste.

Murong Wan didn't hide anything at all, and said with a smile: "It tastes very good, it looks like you put a lot of effort into it."

"Yes, as long as you like, our chef can prepare food for you at any time."

The man spoke quickly.

As he spoke, he arranged for people to tidy up the rooms inside.

In fact, Yang Feng just said it casually.

But these people immediately changed the style of the room.

Changed to island style.

After Yang Feng and Murong Wan finished eating, they asked these people to pack up the food and then drove away all the islanders.

He doesn't like people watching him.

These people could only watch this place from a distance of twenty meters.

Afraid that Yang Feng might need anything.

This was the first time that Yang Feng felt treated so meticulously by someone, and the person was from the family he was looking for trouble with.

Such a moment.

Yang Feng even felt a little guilty.

Walked into the room.

At this time, a layer of tatami had been laid on the floor of the room.

The quilt was neatly placed on top.

After Yang Feng and Murong Wan walked in, they looked around.

During this meal, they had transformed the house into its original island style.

"It looks like you won't find any chance."

Murong Wan knew.

In this situation, it is almost impossible to find fault.

If we have to look for it, and if they have recorded it, it will be difficult to judge whether it is right or wrong.

What Yang Feng wanted was to play a role that made everyone think that he was forced to fight back, rather than running to someone else's territory and trying to destroy them.

"You must have thought of this a long time ago, right?"

Yang Feng suddenly looked at Murong Wan.

He felt that Murong Wan should have a solution.