Wang Fei had drunk quite a bit tonight, but he wasn't drunk.
Soon, he realized he had mistaken the person in front of him.
At first glance, the person's facial features and demeanor bore a striking resemblance to that Korean bastard.
But they were definitely not the same person.
Upon closer inspection, there were quite a few differences.
The biggest distinction was that Jiang Tao had a head full of thick black hair, while the Korean guy was bald.
Another difference was that Jiang Tao stood at 1.82 meters tall, while the Korean guy was only about 1.75 meters.
"Hey, buddy, do we know each other? You're staring at me so intensely, it's making me uncomfortable."
After pulling up his pants, Jiang Tao took two steps back, looking at Wang Fei warily and initiating the conversation.
"Oh, no, we don't know each other. It's just a coincidence—you look a bit like someone I know."
Wang Fei pulled up his pants as he spoke.
His gaze remained fixed on Jiang Tao's face, and the more he looked, the more he felt this face deserved a punch!
Jiang Tao's features weren't the kind that made people think "handsome" at first glance.
But he had a kind of roguish, rebellious aura, like a wandering playboy.
To put it simply, he had a *bad boy charm*.
With that kind of look, paired with some artistic talent or flair, he'd definitely be popular with girls.
Wang Fei's girlfriend had been stolen by some artsy *Korean guy* from South Korea.
Jiang Tao, pretending to be displeased, said, "Come on, man, I don't like the sound of that. I *am* a person—what do you mean I 'look a bit like someone'?"
Wang Fei didn't take the bait and instead asked, "Your accent sounds like you're from here, but why were you just speaking Korean?"
"No reason, just messing around, saying it for fun. See ya!"
With that, Jiang Tao turned to leave, stepping past Wang Fei.
"Wait!"
Seeing Jiang Tao about to walk away, Wang Fei turned and called out to his back.
"What's up?"
Jiang Tao hesitated for two seconds before turning to face Wang Fei.
Despite his calm exterior, inside he was silently cheering Wang Fei on: *Come on, buddy, get to the point already! Let's not drag this out—get to the main event!*
Wang Fei looked at Jiang Tao's face and suddenly said, very seriously:
"Can I punch you once?"
"Are you nuts?!"
Jiang Tao let out an angry huff and turned to leave.
"One punch, I'll give you 10,000 yuan!"
Wang Fei shouted at Jiang Tao's back, but got no response. Jiang Tao walked away without a hint of hesitation.
*The system said 80,000, and you're only offering 10,000? Trying to pocket the difference, huh?*
There was no way Wang Fei would go all the way to South Korea just to vent his anger on the *Korean guy* who stole his girlfriend.
That would only make him look more pathetic, like he couldn't let go!
But just letting it slide? His heart couldn't accept it—he couldn't find peace, and his thoughts were stuck.
At that moment, whether it was the alcohol or something else, he desperately wanted to punch Jiang Tao, just to put an end to this whole thing.
Of course, he knew he was just fooling himself.
But sometimes, people need to fool themselves.
They need to find a reason—however ridiculous or flimsy—to make peace with themselves.
Though Wang Fei had drunk plenty of sullen wine, he was still rational.
If he rashly punched Jiang Tao and Jiang Tao pressed charges, it'd be considered provoking trouble.
For someone like him, about to enter the family business, that kind of outcome would have serious negative consequences!
Just a while ago, some celebrity had a drunken outburst and caused a huge scandal.
Lost followers, canceled appearances, and faced hefty breach-of-contract penalties.
The financial loss was conservatively estimated to be in the tens of millions!
If Wang Fei impulsively beat up Jiang Tao, the consequences wouldn't be any less severe than that celebrity's.
"Buddy, let me punch you once. Name your price!"
Wang Fei quickened his pace to catch up to Jiang Tao, asking again.
This punch—he *had* to throw it!
"Come on, man, what did I do to you to deserve a punch? Do I really look *that* punchable?"
Jiang Tao stopped again, engaging in a tug-of-war with Wang Fei. Knowing the bottom line gave him the upper hand.
The system said 80,000 was the max, so that was probably the most Wang Fei could stomach.
"20,000!"
Wang Fei didn't bother explaining anything to Jiang Tao.
Tell him his girlfriend cheated on him?
And that Jiang Tao looked like the guy who did it?
Did he not care about his dignity?
Wang Fei's logic was simple. Judging by Jiang Tao's clothes—not exactly designer brands—he figured the guy wasn't rich.
So, he thought he could just throw money at him until he agreed.
Jiang Tao glared at Wang Fei angrily and said, "I'll give you 30,000—how about you let *me* punch *you*?"
"40,000."
"You're crazy!"
Jiang Tao turned to leave again.
"80,000! Final offer! Think it over!"
Wang Fei seemed to lose his patience and threw out his last offer.
If Jiang Tao still didn't agree, he wouldn't push it further.
He knew the money was a bit humiliating to accept.
If it were him, Wang Fei, not even 800,000 would convince him to agree!
In Wang Fei's mind, pride was worth far more than money!
Hearing Wang Fei's final offer, Jiang Tao stopped in his tracks.
He knew this was probably the guy's bottom line.
If he kept pushing, this deal would slip through his fingers.
The system's intel said this was worth 80,000, and there had to be a reason for that!
Greed could ruin everything!
Making 80,000 in just a few minutes—what was there to be dissatisfied about?
Jiang Tao turned to face Wang Fei, asking seriously to confirm:
"You're for real, man?"
"Yeah, for real. If you don't believe me, I can transfer the money first."
Wang Fei's expression was calm.
80,000 yuan was just a few days' pocket money for him.
Spending 80,000 to clear his mind? Totally worth it.
"No hitting the face—I rely on this face to make a living."
Jiang Tao agreed so quickly it was almost shameless, as if the guy who'd repeatedly refused Wang Fei wasn't him at all!
Making money? No shame in that!
"Deal! I won't hit your face!"
Wang Fei was amused by Jiang Tao's response, suddenly finding this scruffy guy kind of interesting.
He himself felt that hitting someone in the face was too humiliating.
This guy only resembled the Korean who stole his girlfriend—he wasn't the actual guy.
A quick punch to vent his anger and clear his mind was enough; no need to humiliate him.
"Settle the bill first."
"Done!"
Wang Fei was straightforward, transferring 80,000 yuan to Jiang Tao's Alipay account.
"Now can I punch you?"
"Go for it. Just to repeat—don't hit the face."
"Ha!"
With a loud shout, Wang Fei threw a punch, landing it with a *thud* on the left side of Jiang Tao's chest.
After taking the punch, Jiang Tao barely reacted.
Wang Fei, on the other hand, clutched his fist, grimacing in pain.
"What? That's it?"
Jiang Tao's eye twitched. This 80,000 yuan for taking a punch felt *way* too easy.
Wang Fei's punch was weaker than his wife Xu Li's!
He almost wanted to let Wang Fei throw two more punches for free.