"Grandpa, maybe Zhou Wanlin also misjudged me?" Guo Yunfei said.
"Shut up, why are you everywhere!" Guo Zhengde's face darkened, full of displeasure.
"Grandpa, it's still too late to change your bet before the deal is closed. Please think twice." Guo Yunfei continued to persuade Guo Zhengde to change his mind.
However, Guo Zhengde was determined, and he even said cruel words: "You kid, you are pouring cold water on me again and again, trying to mislead me into betting. If you continue to talk nonsense, I will sew your mouth shut!"
"Let me put it here, if Chu Yang wins, I will call you grandpa, you will call me grandson, and we will be reversed!"
Guo Yunfei waved his hands repeatedly and said: "Grandpa can't do it. This can't be done. It will be so embarrassing when the time comes. How can it mess up the seniority!"
"You, you, you! You kid is going to piss me off to death!" Guo Zhengde was so angry with Guo Yunfei that his beard almost stood up. He was trembling all over. He pointed at Guo Yunfei and said, "You think Chu Yang can win before the competition even begins? You?" Do you think I dare not make a bet with you?"
"I must make your elm head clear!"
"If Chu Yang wins, I will call you grandpa and you will call me grandson!"
"But if Song Mingyang wins, you will practice hard for me after you return to the provincial capital, and you will not be allowed to leave home for three years!"
A helpless smile appeared on Guo Yunfei's lips.
At this time, bursts of screams came from the door of Sihai Mansion.
It seems like some celebrity artist is coming.
The audience at the door became more and more crowded, and most of them were fans of Song Mingyang.
They suddenly rushed forward in a swarm and surrounded Song Mingyang.
"Famous, I'm your biggest fan!"
"Wow, Ming Yang's husband is so handsome, so handsome."
"Husband, husband, please sign your name for me."
"Husband, husband, I also want to sign."
Faced with the frenzied swarming of fans, Song Mingyang helplessly spread his hands toward a middle-aged man next to him.
"Third uncle, do you believe it now? I said we should enter through the back door, but you still don't believe it."
Song Mingyang's third uncle smiled and said, "I didn't even think about it. It's reasonable for this kind of situation to happen in Lingnan, but in Jiangzhou, you actually have so many fans, but it's not good to go through the back door."
Because Song Mingyang is handsome, personable, and a rising star in the martial arts world, he is an influential figure among the younger generation in Lingnan. Therefore, he has a large number of fans on social media and is the idol of young people.
Song Mingyang took the pen and signed his name.
Some people also asked for photos, and he agreed to them one by one.
Behind this seemingly approachable appearance is actually his personality.
There are people in the entertainment industry, and although he is not from the entertainment industry, he is still a public figure, and he also needs a persona.
In the past twenty years, he has maintained the image of a modest gentleman, which makes him more likely to be obsessed with fans on the premise of having a strong background and strength.
He likes the feeling of being popular, and his high-quality image also brings certain benefits to the family business.
"Famous husband, my opponent this time is a bit bad."
"Yes, can you compete with someone a little more challenging next time?"
"A loser like Chu Yang is not worthy of fighting against our husband."
Song Mingyang smiled and replied: "Fans, we should respect our opponents. No matter how weak our opponents are, we should not belittle each other. I hope my fans will not belittle anyone from now on and respect every opponent."
