There were many Hua Xia faces in the Philippines, but those who had lived there for a long time had already assimilated.
Xu Yun and Xia Qiuyu rested in the hotel for a while before leaving when the sky darkened.
Every country had places similar to food alleys, and the Philippines was no exception. They could easily find a taxi and reach there.
Just like Hua Xia, the pedestrian streets and food alleys in the Philippines were also places where the good and the bad mixed together.
In a place like this, there would always be a 'manager'. This person might not be someone with great ability, but he or she was definitely an expert in networking and dealing with people.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to control this place so easily.
Xu Yun's goal was very clear. He wanted to bring Xia Qiuyu to this kind of place where the good and the bad mixed together to eat.
Some places in Hua Xia were already ripping off their customers, let alone the Philippines. Moreover, those who did this kind of night business did not have a comfortable life. Those who had a bit of financial foundation and could enjoy life would not have to worry about doing this kind of business.
Therefore, the people here were more sensitive to the gap between the rich and the poor. Their mentality of hating the rich was more serious, especially towards the rich Chinese.
Some of the locals always felt that the Hua Xia had taken over all the profitable businesses here, and that was why they had to work so hard. If it were not for the Hua Xia people, they might have a better and more relaxed life.
Once this kind of conflict appeared, these people would inevitably feel a trace of "hatred" towards the Hua Xia tourists, and the behavior of ripping off the customers would naturally appear.
What Xu Yun needed was an opportunity like this, an opportunity that would allow him to make some noise.
Xia Qiuyu had already experienced this with Xu Yun, so she was not as nervous and worried as before.
Everything happened naturally. She found a sinister bastard shop owner and acted as if she was rich and didn't care about money. She was just asking to be ripped off.
Sure enough, after Xu Yun and Xia Qiuyu ate, the shop owner revealed a price that was terrifying to the locals.
A seafood dinner that originally only cost 600 pesos, the other party actually said that their unit price was in US dollars!
Six hundred pesos suddenly became six hundred dollars.
Six hundred USD was close to thirty thousand pesos!
Fifty times the customer's price. Even in Hua Xia, perhaps only the prawns of Qingdao could do such a thing.
Xia Qiuyu didn't feel anything at all. Xu Yun smiled, knowing that the opportunity he needed had finally appeared.
"Do you want me to call the police, or do you want me to help you tidy up your stall?" Xu Yun smiled. The Philippines had been colonized for a long time, so communicating in English was not a problem.
"What do you mean?" The Filipino was not afraid at all. "This is not your territory. How dare you cause trouble here?"
"Then I'll call the police." Xu Yun said lightly, "I don't believe that your country doesn't have any supervision on the behavior of ripping off tourists."
"Hahaha, sure, I'll wait for you to call the police," the Filipino man said forcefully. "My relationship with the police is far beyond what you can imagine!"
Without another word, Xu Yun flipped the table over with a slap.
Because Xu Yun's actions were too sudden and far beyond the other party's imagination, the other party had no chance to react at all.
With a crash, the table full of things fell to the ground, and the Filipino man's face seemed to be covered in a layer of frost!
He suddenly shouted in a few words in the local language, and a group of locals appeared from all directions. The Filipino people looked quite unique. Although Xu Yun could not describe them, he could recognize them at a glance.
As a local, the Filipino man was really ruthless. After falling out, he went all out. He raised his kitchen knives and sticks and waved them at Xu Yun.
Xia Qiuyu had already known about Xu Yun's skills, so he was not afraid at all. He watched as Xu Yun went on a killing spree and overturned the entire venue. In the blink of an eye, more than 20 people were lying on the ground.
Something had happened. A Chinese person had destroyed the Filipino's venue on their home ground. No one would be able to tolerate this, let alone the boss of this place.
Pacquiao, as the local tyrant of the 18 streets, naturally wouldn't watch as someone bullied them. After hearing about this, he rushed over immediately.
Pacquiao was not originally called Pacquiao. He changed his name because of his idol.
The most famous athlete in the entire Philippines was a boxer. That was why he was named after Pacquiao. It was all because of the power of his idol.
Pacquiao's body was covered with all kinds of tattoos, all of which were related to boxing. Although he could not bring honor to the country like their hero called Pacquiao, he was a fan of the hero.
He was definitely a die-hard fan. He changed his name to Pacquiao and even flew to Korea for a few plastic surgeries. He wanted to look like Pacquiao.
In fact, the underlings who really understood his purpose knew that the boss was scheming.
Their boxing hero was someone who earned US dollars. He had not developed his career in the country. If he wanted to earn money, he had to go to the United States and find someone who could earn more money to fight with him. As long as the media was in place, it did not matter how boring the fight was. It was fine as long as he earned enough money.
Therefore, his fake Pacquiao could do whatever he wanted in the country.
Many "ordinary people" who did not belong to their circle would be stupid enough to think that he was the real Pacquiao.
Of course, he was very careful about pretending to be a fake. If something happened to the real Pacquiao in the country, he would be the first to get the news and hide. This could be considered his way of survival.
In his words, he was just standing on the shoulders of giants and begging for food.
With the plastic surgery and the same tattoos, the fake Pacquiao really had a certain amount of influence. In addition, he also learned boxing. He could easily do the basic moves that could scare people.
Just based on this, he quickly gained a foothold. He also had many followers behind him. Some people even gave him money at all costs just to be his underlings.
Other than the local gangsters who listened to his command, he was also quite familiar with the police and various leaders.
This allowed him to easily give the green light to many things.
Basically, all the streets in the area had to listen to him. They all had to be under his command. If they wanted to make a living here, the fake Pacquiao was a mountain that they had to worship.
Of course, this mountain was not for nothing. If they really ran into trouble, the fake Pacquiao would immediately stand up and help them solve it. They only had to pay some money.
If the fake Pacquiao had to deal with something, the local police would never intervene. His relationship with the local police was definitely not ordinary. No one dared to not give him face. It was that simple.
Because of this ability of the fake Pacquiao, the people who did business here also liked to get to know him.
Everyone had the same idea. Getting to know Pacquiao was equivalent to having a super guarantee.
Who cared if he was a fake? As long as he could solve their problems, provide for their food and clothing, and prevent them from being bullied by others, their monthly offerings would definitely not be small.
The fake Pacquiao did this very well. He never forced the people who made a living here. As long as they were willing to fork out one-third of their profits every month, he would take care of them. But if they did not have eyes and did not make offerings, or if they earned a lot but only gave him a pitiful amount, he would let them know the price of not knowing how to be a human being.
In his eyes, benefits were mutual. Everyone making money was the real deal, not one person making money. That was not a long-term solution.
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