Chapter 920 There Is a Beautiful Legend in My Hometown Part 2

Fuso Prefecture, Dongdu Metropolitan Airport, when Zhuang Buyuan got off the plane surrounded by countless police officers, countless reporters who had been waiting below swarmed up to him.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" The policemen drove away the reporters. Originally, they hoped that this scene would be recorded and spread around the world, but at this time they vaguely felt that something was not good and wanted to take Zhuang away from the area as soon as possible. Airport.

But Zhuang Buyuan would not leave so quietly. He came to Fusang with the intention of leaving with a bang and beating gongs and drums!

Zhuang Buyuan stood still at the foot of the gangway. Two strong policemen pulled him several times but failed to move.

The villager stopped not far away, and reporters gathered around him like sharks smelling fish.

Looking at the logos on their microphones, they really come from anywhere. The most watched news in the world right now is probably the conflict between Fuso Prefecture and Green Island Port.

"Mr. Zhuang, when you came to Fuso this time, did you expect to be arrested by Fuso?"

"Mr. Zhuang, how do you plan to rescue your employees?"

"Mr. Zhuang, have you ever thought that you would be imprisoned by Fusang Prefecture..."

"Mr. Zhuang..."

The police planned to keep the reporters outside, but how could the reporters leave so easily.

The two sides started to conflict, and you pushed me.

"Wait a minute, let these reporters come over." Zhuang Buyuan said, "I'm already here. There are so many of you, are you still afraid that I will run away?"

The police looked at each other, but the reporters shouted: "That's right, are you going to persecute Mr. Zhuang? Why are you not allowed to be interviewed!"

These reporters came from major news organizations around the world. The police really didn't dare to offend so many people at once and looked at each other.

A police officer in charge said something into the communicator and waved his hand. The police immediately rushed forward and pushed the reporters back.

The two policemen who had just pushed Zhuang Buyuan used all their strength to drag Zhuang Buyuan away, but Zhuang Buyuan remained motionless.

He stood with a smile, and the contrast between his young and gentle face and the ferocious-looking policeman next to him, who was armed with live ammunition, was really obvious.

At this time, clouds were already piling up in the sky, as if something was brewing and foreshadowing something.

But a ray of sunshine still penetrated the clouds and shone on Zhuang Buyuan's body, making him sunny and cheerful, looking gentle and harmless.

The so-called Fengshen is handsome and gentle as jade, but that's all.

In fact, Zhuang Buyuan has always been known to the outside world as an entrepreneur and scholar.

Fighting and killing are never done in front of others...

At this moment, even in the cold wind of March in Fuso, he was still wearing a simple T-shirt and ordinary casual pants. Under the siege of several sturdy men, he looked even thinner and even a little pitiful. .

But who would have thought that these sturdy men couldn't push him even with all their strength!

"Mr. Zhuang, say something!"

Seeing that the police did not want to give Zhuang Buyuan a chance to speak, the reporters shouted.

Zhuang Buyuan stood under the gangway, looked at the many reporters with a smile, and said: "The scene in front of me really makes me feel like I have seen it before."

The reporters all fell silent, their microphones stretched out, waiting for Zhuang Buyuan to say something.

"When I was in Lanxi Prefecture, I seemed to have encountered a similar scene." Zhuang Buyuan shook his head slightly. Amidst the pushing and shoving of four or five policemen, he didn't even mess up his hair and could raise his face at a 45-degree angle. The sun shines on his face, creating a perfect profile.

The whole world seemed to be divided. The crowds of reporters, the ferocious police, and the surging black clouds in the sky were all changing wildly.

But Zhuang Buyuan stood motionless in the sunshine, smiling as calmly as if he was delivering a speech on the podium.

"I told reporters in Lanxi Prefecture at that time... There is a poignant legend in my hometown."

"I know, I know, if a good person is wronged, there will be snow in June and drought for three years..." A reporter waved a microphone in the crowd: "Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Zhuang, it's me!"

Zhuang Buyuan followed his gaze and saw a familiar face.

Hey, isn't this the pious reporter who interviewed him in Lanxi Prefecture?

In fact, not only him, but also most of the other reporters nodded, which meant that they also knew.

Zhuang Buyuan doesn't often show up in the media. The time he was in Lanxi Prefecture, Zhuang Buyuan was trying to save his father and had been dealing with the reporters in Lanxi Prefecture. Among the top three, who came to interview him this time, who didn’t do enough homework? Of course I understand that history.

Especially the result of that time was so legendary. The infrastructure in Daliba City has not yet been completely repaired, and the various economic losses have not yet been calculated.

Could it be that Zhuang Buyuan wanted to do it again and let God prove his innocence?

"So everyone knows it..." Zhuang Buyuan scratched his head and smiled brightly in the direction of the camera.

Next to me, the police were going crazy. How could they let this person say random things at this time?

Get him away quickly! Get it away!

At this time, there were more than 8 policemen pushing Zhuang Buyuan around him.

But these eight policemen put on various postures next to him, but they couldn't push Zhuang not far away.

Zhuang Buyuan really wanted to tell them, don't bother, the manor is me, and I am the manor. Do you understand?

The only person in the world who can push me is currently making waves on the sea.

A policeman was so anxious that he wanted to reach out and cover Zhuang Buyuan's mouth. Zhuang Buyuan glanced sideways, and the manor owner glared at him with brutal scrutiny, which frightened the policeman to the point where he urinated and fell to his knees.

The policeman in charge had already felt Zhuang Buyuan's gaze just now. His crotch was still wet at this moment, and now he wanted to curse. Damn it, is this guy a monster?

"Since everyone knows the story of Dou E's injustice, I will tell a different story this time."

"Once upon a time, there was a child named Nezha. He had great powers, but he was also very naughty..."

"...Then he peeled off the Dragon King's third prince's skin, made it into a gift, and gave it to his relatives and friends..."

"The Dragon King is the deity in our state. It's good if everyone understands him as the God of the Sea."

"The Dragon King of the Four Seas was furious and launched a huge flood!"

"Unless the murderer is handed over and apologizes on his knees, the flood will flood the entire world!"

"Wait a minute, owner of the village, this is Nezha Naohai!" Suddenly a familiar voice came from the crowd. From this voice, it was definitely a reporter from the state. "This role seems wrong. Owner of the village, you are the Dragon King." , or Nezha, who is a decent person or a villain!"

"You are the only one who talks a lot!" Zhuang Buyuan rolled his eyes, Brother Zhuang, is it easy for me to tell you a story? There are still people coming to find fault!

"It doesn't matter whether I am Nezha or Dragon King, I just want to say...if I am wronged..."

He said word by word: "The Dragon King will flood the entire Fuso State!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was another thunder in the sky!

With a crash, heavy rain poured down!