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Chapter 237 South Koreans have a strong pursuit of [big].

The plane roared down, descending in stages.

Inside the cabin, Guo Fan and Lu Yang leaned against the window, curiously watching the city skyline appear below.

Busan is located in the southeastern corner of South Korea, facing Japan across the Tsushima Strait.

Historically, it has been the first foothold for Japanese and American landings and invasions.

Qi Hui looked down at the city below, a hint of surprise on his face.

Busan has a fragmented and winding coastline with many mountains and several harbors that are wide at the bottom and narrow at the top.

If the water were deeper, this kind of place would be an excellent naval port.

With its large belly, it is easy to accommodate all kinds of warships; as long as it is deep enough, it can accommodate everything from aircraft carriers to supply ships.

The small entrance and numerous mountains make it easy to deploy various air defense and anti-submarine firepower.

No wonder the Japanese and Americans like to land here... Qi Hui's heart stirred slightly as he thought of the war that took place when the Beijing Film Academy was established.

As soon as the battle began, Commander Li suffered a complete defeat and even lost the capital.

Later, they were further compressed into a narrow strip of land in the southeast, with Busan as their base.

Next, Walker led the American troops ashore, but the situation was already such that the Americans couldn't make any progress.

The so-called American army failed to deliver the expected scene of the enemy's state collapsing and crumbling upon their arrival.

On the contrary, they themselves were subjected to fierce suppression and almost met their demise.

"Almost" is not an adjective, but a real event.

There was a general in the Northern Dynasty who had studied at the Northeast Field Army and rose to the position of division commander. He was well-versed in our army's tactics of large-scale flanking maneuvers and penetrations.

So he led his troops on a long detour, first heading south to Gwangju... the same Gwangju where the No Limits Fighting Tournament was held.

Then they turned east and cut through, heading straight for Busan.

It tore apart the defenses of the US and South Korean forces, and almost drove all the US troops into the sea.

The Japanese even gave him several ridiculously cheesy nicknames: Mountain Dream, Mist Assassin.

His troops were known by the Americans as the Ghost Division.

It should be noted that this unit was only a second-line unit in the Northeast Field Army.

They were no match for the main forces that attacked Jinzhou.

Of course, this division commander did not succeed, because in addition to the American resistance on the main battlefield, General MacArthur also took action.

He accomplished the final highlight of his life: the Incheon Landing!

Later... we all know what happened next.

The US military suffered from night-fighting phobia, while we suffered from insufficient firepower phobia.

But Old Jiang's depression and self-doubt were cured!

Americans are stubborn; they never hesitate to praise opponents who nearly defeated them.

Because it was only a narrow defeat.

Praising your opponents can enhance your own glory.

But they will do everything in their power to slander and defame those who truly defeat them.

Because their omnipotent heavenly army was truly defeated.

With a muffled thud, the plane shuddered violently and began to land.

Qi Hui and his companions looked at the Jinhai Airport outside with curiosity and doubt.

There's really nothing to see here. It looks a bit old and can't compare to places in China.

This airport opened in 76, only two years younger than Wu Jing.

The aircraft is taxiing and connecting to the jet bridge; disembarkation is underway.

At the same time, a line of yellow transport vehicles arrived, ready to unload the luggage from the cargo hold.

After Qi Hui and the others finished packing, they waited for the plane to come to a stop and for the cabin door to open.

Then, we saw people below unloading their luggage violently throwing it. They lifted it up and tossed it down, slamming it onto the car without any cushioning.

Although I couldn't hear anything through the glass, I could tell from the slightly trembling transport vehicle that these people didn't care at all.

"Damn! So violent?" Lu Yang said angrily.

He immediately took out a camera and started filming through the cabin glass.

Lu Yang's voice attracted the attention of Wu Jing and Yan Tao. Seeing how outrageous the Koreans were, they also looked somewhat dissatisfied.

Qi Hui also frowned as he watched his silver suitcase being thrown out and hitting someone else's suitcase.

Although the suitcase was of excellent quality and unaffected, he was still somewhat annoyed.

Damn it! I didn't expect the Koreans to do this to them as soon as they landed.

Their initially good mood suddenly turned sour.

The jet bridge was now open, and it was time to disembark.

Qi Hui and his companions disembarked from the plane with blank expressions, ignoring the greetings and farewells from the Korean airline flight attendants.

Soon, the group received their luggage.

After a thorough inspection, everything was fine except for the appearance.

There weren't any electronic products or fragile items inside, so it's not a big problem.

Even so, Qi Hui and the others were still dissatisfied.

If South Korea is in such a state, what would happen if they went to the United States?

No, I have to think of a way... Qi Hui thought to himself, and he suddenly remembered those American-style magazines from before he transmigrated.

A large number of TikTok users posted videos of the rough handling of luggage at American airports to tell Americans how great Chinese airports are.

Qi declined to comment on the latter, but the problem of rough handling of luggage does exist.

We have to find a way to solve it.

Jing Tian's carefully packed luggage shouldn't be messed up like this!

With that in mind, Qi Hui and the others left under Yan Tao's guidance and found a woman who had come to pick them up at the airport.

She has short hair and is slightly short, but her cross-section is similar to Wu Jing's. She looks a bit short and stocky, and you can tell at a glance that she's not someone to mess with.

"This is Kuang Jie, I've told you about her before," Yan Tao introduced. "She's in charge of our logistics."

Kuang Jie nodded and greeted them, "Hello."

"Let's go, I'll take you to the hotel."

Soon, she led Qi Hui and the others to two cars, which were the hotel's airport shuttle vehicles.

The group of people got into their car, sat down, and drove to the hotel.

"We'll go to the film festival this afternoon, and then head to the United States in three days," Yan Tao said, looking at Qi Hui, Wu Jing, and Guo Fan in the back seat.

"No problem." The three nodded.

"Who speaks Korean?" Yan Tao asked again.

Wu Jing and Guo Fan turned their heads away. Do I look like the kind of person who can speak Korean?
Guo Fan and Lu Yang both speak English, but not Korean.

As for Wu Jing, he didn't understand... well, not exactly. His English was terrible.

He had lived in Hong Kong Island, where English was the most advanced language and English speakers were considered the most superior.

Next, they speak Cantonese, and then they speak Mandarin.

Over the years, he has learned to speak Cantonese, but his English is terrible.

“I will,” Qi Hui said, raising his chin.

"Oh? That's great." Yan Tao was a little surprised. He had just asked casually, but he didn't expect someone to actually know.

"Are you Chinese?" the driver asked, speaking rapidly and in a rapid-fire manner.

“Yes, I am Chinese,” Qi Hui replied in Korean.

"Oh, your Korean is quite good," the driver said in surprise. "Where are you from?"

"Shandong Province, China." Qi Hui used Guo Fan's hometown without any politeness.

"Never heard of it. I thought it was in Shanghai." The driver chuckled, a hint of superiority in his voice.
"Is this your first time in Busan? Does your hometown have Busan National University?"

They seem to have an inexplicable pursuit of "big".

"Hehe..." Qi Hui scoffed, "It's bigger than the entire country of South Korea."

"Ahhhhh?!" The driver looked shocked, his voice trembling several times as if he were questioning his existence.

If it were more than ten years from now, this would be somewhat unscientific, but the mobile internet has only been developing for a few years now, so it's reasonable for him to have this kind of understanding and expression.

"What is he saying?" Guo Fan asked curiously, but he couldn't understand what he was saying.

“Arrogant and ignorant,” Qi Hui said, curling his lip.

Yan Tao was starting to lose his composure. He worked in foreign affairs and naturally understood Korean, so he could comprehend the conversation between Qi Hui and the driver.

He thought that arrogance was just an adjective used in history books.

Who would have thought that such a historical allusion could happen to them?

If he had had such a good learning environment when he was a child, his literary achievements would probably be several times higher than they are now.

(End of this chapter)