Chapter 158

A slap landed heavily on Mrs. Dalaran's face, and her originally fair face immediately turned red.

"You dare to hit me?" Mrs. Dalaran looked at Ye Nan in disbelief. From birth until now, she had never been hit by anyone, not even once. Even at home, when she insulted her servants, her servants didn't dare to resist. But here, in a public place, she was actually hit.

What a humiliation this was. A person, a woman, was slapped in a public place. Once it spread, she would never be able to hold her head up for the rest of her life. But she forgot that her insults and racial discrimination would also make her unable to hold her head up in front of the public for the rest of her life.

Of course, for her, she wasn't a public figure. She didn't need to live under the magnesium lights, she didn't need to care about the public's gaze, she only needed to hold her head up in her own small circle of life. And her circle was precisely the base camp of racial discrimination. If you didn't discriminate against other races, that was called not fitting in, not being looked up to.

But she was slapped. If she didn't dare to resist, once it spread, she would definitely not be able to hold her head up in her small circle of life.

Mrs. Dalaran raised her hand and swung it towards Ye Nan, wanting to slap him back. But her hand stopped in mid-air, a large hand grabbing it tightly.

"Remember, racial discrimination is not popular. Also, your KKK, I will eradicate it sooner or later." Ye Nan said coldly, pushing Mrs. Dalaran away violently.

"You savage, rude yellow-skinned monkey, you actually dare to speak such wild words." Mrs. Dalaran shrieked, the hatred in her eyes almost swallowing Ye Nan. If gazes could kill, Ye Nan didn't know how many times he would have died.

"Whether it's wild words or not, you'll know when the time comes." Ye Nan looked at her coldly. "But before that, you must apologize to me. In the newspapers, on television, apologize to Angela, to me, and to all Chinese people."

"You're dreaming. You yellow-skinned monkeys, I will never apologize to you even if I die. You are not worthy." Mrs. Dalaran shrieked.

"Whether you are worthy or not is not for you to decide. Mary, contact the reporters and tell them that someone here is insulting Chinese people and provoking racial discrimination. Use my name." Ye Nan turned to Mary and said.

"Uh! Okay." Mary was stunned for a moment, then immediately made the call.

She knew that Ye Nan was helping her. As the first person to contact the newspaper, her name would inevitably be on the headlines of major newspapers. In this way, she would have shown her face in the newspapers, especially in Ye Nan's name, which was even more incredible.

Ye Nan's appearance might not be clearly remembered by many Americans, after all, he didn't appear in the newspapers frequently, and many people would forget it after seeing it. But Ye Nan's name was thunderous throughout the United States. Any American, as long as you didn't live in the deep mountains and old forests, would inevitably have heard the name of Ye Nan, the world's richest man and the pioneer who confronted the army.

For example, in China, many people might not remember Bill Gates' appearance, but once someone mentions the name Bill Gates, everyone first thinks of the world's richest man. And Ye Nan was the same. Usually, when walking on the street, many people didn't recognize him, but once his name was mentioned, they would immediately associate him with the ICQ company and the world's richest man.

For someone to contact the newspaper in his name, the entire New York newspaper industry would be stirred up, and they would rush here immediately, radiating to the entire United States, and even the entire world.

"Who is he, actually daring to say the words 'in my name'? Could he be a descendant of some Chinese family?" A middle-aged man among the onlookers guessed. Only those social celebrities, or people with high status, could use the phrase "in my name." This phrase represented his great confidence in his own name. After all, if no one had heard of it, and he couldn't call anyone, it would be a huge loss of face.

"It seems to be Ye Nan, that Chinese richest man, and also the world's richest man." Someone immediately suggested a possibility.

"It can't be Ye Nan. Look, he doesn't look like the photo in the newspaper, and he wouldn't come here. At this time, he should be working." Another person questioned.

"That's right, it's said that Mr. Ye Nan is busy with affairs, often working until late at night, and whenever he has time, he accompanies his family. He rarely even goes to his own school. He can be said to be a workaholic. He couldn't possibly appear here. Perhaps he just looks a lot like Ye Nan; all Easterners look the same."

The surrounding onlookers discussed heatedly. Some said Ye Nan was Ye Nan, some said Ye Nan was from a Chinese family, and some said Ye Nan was a descendant of a high-level boss of the Qing Gang and Hongmen. Opinions varied.

"Who do you think you are? Do you think you can call the newspaper office?" Mrs. Dalaran sneered. "You are just a Chinese, a lowly Chinese. The reporters from the newspaper office won't be called by you."

Mrs. Dalaran said this and turned to leave. Saying it was one thing, but she was very afraid in her heart. Once the newspaper reporters came, she would inevitably be exposed to the public's sight. Given the current American environment, this kind of statement would inevitably be sanctioned, and her family would inevitably have to spend money to avoid disaster. If it were normal times, she naturally wouldn't care. Anyway, racial discrimination would give her a sense of glory. But if this glory was preceded by being slapped by a yellow-skinned monkey, it would not only not become a glory, but would instead be her shame.

Just like Japan once exported sex workers, Japan was very welcoming to such people, even treating them as heroes who helped Japan rebuild. In Japan, these sex workers would not be discriminated against, but would be welcomed.

But if a Japanese sex worker was trafficked and forced by foreigners, then this sex worker would not be welcomed like other sex workers, but would instead become Japan's shame.

"Damn yellow-skinned monkey, I won't let you go just like this. You better remember this well." Mrs. Dalaran threatened.

"Did I allow you to leave?" Ye Nan took a step forward and grabbed Mrs. Dalaran back. "You haven't apologized to us yet, and you want to leave? No way."

"What do you want to do?" Mrs. Dalaran shrieked. "This is America. You actually dare to detain me privately and threaten my personal safety. I want to sue you, I want to accuse you. So many people can testify."

Dalaran grabbed Ye Nan's handle and immediately became arrogant. "I want to send you to prison and let you stay in prison for the rest of your life."

"I can testify." A yellow-skinned person with a wretched appearance walked up. "Mrs. Dalaran, I am Yagyu Tajima-no-Kami, I can testify for you."

Yagyu Tajima-no-Kami was a member of the Yagyu family and also a member of the Yamaguchi-gumi. Of course, he was also a member of the Umbrella Corporation and had always been loyal to the Japanese Emperor.

The Umbrella Corporation was forced to leave the American market by Ye Nan's exclusion, and his T-virus and research institute were also taken over by Ye Nan, becoming Ye Nan's possession. This not only caused the Umbrella Corporation to suffer heavy losses but also made the Japanese Emperor dissatisfied.

The Japanese Emperor had long noticed the Umbrella Corporation's T-virus, especially the scene of China's destruction in the simulated scenario held by the Umbrella Corporation in Tokyo, Japan, which made the Japanese Emperor firmly believe that as long as he obtained the T-virus, he could destroy China.

But unfortunately, although the Umbrella's headquarters was in Tokyo, the T-virus test site was in Raccoon City, USA. Especially since the high-level officials of the Umbrella Corporation were very cunning and refused to sell the T-virus, only willing to sell so-called biochemical weapons, which made the Japanese Emperor itch with hatred. So, in order to obtain the T-virus, they secretly infiltrated the Umbrella Corporation, attempting to seize the T-virus.

But just when they were planning to act, Ye Nan took action. The T-virus and research data fell into Ye Nan's hands, the Umbrella Corporation was driven out of the United States, and all research data were lost, so they had to start from scratch. This made the Japanese Emperor almost go crazy. However, facing the rapidly developing ICQ company, they also had to consider the consequences and could only swallow their teeth into their stomachs.

And now, Ye Nan confronted the KKK, and Yagyu Tajima-no-Kami finally found an opportunity. For him, Ye Nan's actions were opposing the Emperor. Especially the greater Ye Nan's influence, the more uneasy they were. For that country in the East, the Japanese knew very well that it was a feeling of falling leaves returning to their roots. Ye Nan's rise in the United States would inevitably affect the United States' national policy towards China, which would make Japan very uncomfortable. So they hated Ye Nan.

His current identity was an employee of the Umbrella Corporation, and checking further down, he was a member of the Yamaguchi-gumi, and he would have no relationship with the Japanese Emperor. Even if the matter failed, it would be at most death, and it would not cause any impact on Japan.

"Japanese?" Ye Nan's brow furrowed. Japan intervening at this time made him feel that something was wrong.

"Mrs. Dalaran, may I have a word with you?" Yagyu Tajima-no-Kami bowed respectfully to Mrs. Dalaran, his expression very respectful and fawning.

"Of course you can." Yagyu Tajima-no-Kami's attitude made Mrs. Dalaran very satisfied. "This is the etiquette that Asians should have. Learn from it, Chinese kid."

"Japanese people have always been a pug. Please don't involve him with us Chinese." Ye Nan sneered. "But don't try to escape. The reporters will be here soon."

"Just kidding, how could I escape? Do you think I'm a lowly Chinese like you, a pariah?" Dalaran snorted coldly and, pretending to be noble, led by Yagyu Tajima-no-Kami, walked to the side.

"Mrs. Dalaran, please help me hold Ye Nan back and give me enough time to prepare manpower. We will kill him here."