"Sir, madam, go away! This meal is mine, and I will not take your money. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Wait for the young master of the Zhang family to move over, and it will be too late for you to leave! "On such a cold day, although the restaurant is warm, it is far from hot, but the manager's head is shining, and he is already sweating profusely.

The restaurant manager just said that the little head was Zhang Jinghui's nephew, and Ren Laifeng actually had the intention of retreating. Before finding the POW camp and freeing Jonathan Wainwright and Percival, Ren Laifeng didn't want to cause trouble. But he was not afraid of causing trouble, especially in enemy-occupied areas, and he was very interested in causing trouble.

was already ready to leave, but the restaurant manager said such a thing more, and Ren Laifeng changed his mind again. What happened to Jang Kyung-hye's nephew? Not to mention his nephew, even Zhang Jinghui himself I am not afraid! I am a dignified second-class general of the National Revolutionary Army, how can I let a little traitor force me away? Wouldn't that be a joke?

"Manager, you're busy, how can we leave halfway through the meal? You're busy with your going, and we'll leave naturally after eating. ”

Guests don't go! Now the manager can't help it. He has said everything that should be said, if people don't leave, can he still force others to go? He's a hotel, not a police station. The manager had no choice but to secretly remind the service staff of the restaurant to be vigilant, and to prepare in advance in case something happened.

Ren Laifeng continued to taste his steak. The steak is tender and smells good, and it tastes a little weird, but it's not unpleasant. It's just that the use of this knife and fork is a little unaccustomed. Ren Laifeng has no intention of letting the waiter change his chopsticks, where to sing the song of the mountain, how can he experience the exotic style if he does not follow the local customs?

If you are not skilled with knives and forks, then use them slowly. Even complex brushes and chopsticks can be used, and can they be stumped by a few knives and forks?

Ren Laifeng was slowly cutting beef here, and Feng Wenying and the others followed the practice of knives and forks. In fact, the pleasure of eating Western food is roughly here, and it is indeed a novel experience to use the knives and forks used by foreigners to divide food. Human beings' natural instinct to hunt for curiosity and novelty makes them happy to do so.

Ren Laifeng was cutting the last small piece of steak when a few more people came in from the door. Ren Laifeng glanced up and continued to cut his beef. Those who came in were stunned, Arislan, and Xiao Kuaishou. The three people who came in later sat at the next table with Ren Laifeng.

When the waiter asked him to order the menu, he pointed to the next table with his hand, "Give us three points like them." ”

Although there are not many ways to order food, it is not unseen. The waiter bowed slightly, turned around and went to inform the kitchen to prepare the meal.

After cutting the beef into small pieces and eating it, I ate fried fish, grilled chicken, salad, and dessert, and the whole meal was over. Ren Laifeng called the guy over to settle the bill, but the waiter told him: "Our manager said that you don't charge money for this table." ”

Since the manager is exempt, the meal is saved. Before Ren Laifeng took people to the room, he told him the room number on the third floor. The manager is only exempt from the table of people, but they are stunned when they come in later, but no one is exempt, and the meal money still has to be paid by themselves.

Just as they were checking out, a group of people came in from outside, and the leader boy had a swollen face like a pig's head, and as soon as he entered the door, he shouted, "Where are the people?" What about people? What about the kids? ”

The restaurant manager hurriedly greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang, what are you doing here?" ”

"Where did the murderer go?" The boy's face was swollen like a pig's head, and he couldn't speak clearly, but he still pointed at the manager's nose viciously and questioned him sharply.

"Murderer? Oh, you're talking about the ones you were talking about, right? They're gone. They left early after eating. ”

"Gone? You don't talk nonsense to me! I saw them on the stairs in the afternoon, and those guys must still be staying at your hotel! Manager Yan, you hurry up and hand over the people to me, this matter has nothing to do with you! If you dare to shield them and not hand them over, Lao Tzu will close your restaurant now, and let you go to the street tomorrow to ask for food! "This guy is really fierce, spitting stars flying around, and he doesn't notice that this is a public place at all.

The smile on Manager Yan's face disappeared when he heard this, "Young Master Zhang, Shengjing Hotel is not opened by my family. I'm just a restaurant manager, and I just make sure that my guests are satisfied. If you want to close the Shengjing Hotel, you have to ask the owner first. ”

"If there is a fire, don't shoot at me, go out and turn right, and walk two hundred steps to see a three-story building. Go up to the third floor and tell the people there that you are going to close the Shengjing Hotel, if they agree with me, immediately notify everyone in the hotel to leave, and I will help you applaud if you demolish this place! ”

When I went out and turned right, I saw a three-story building, which was the former Kwantung Army Headquarters in Shenyang! Although the headquarters has now been relocated to Changchun, the headquarters in Shenyang has not been abolished, and part of the organs and units of the Kwantung Army Headquarters are still retained in this three-story building. It was another command body of the Kwantung Army.

Manager Yan asked Young Master Zhang to go here, which meant to tell him: The proprietors behind the Shengjing Hotel are some high-ranking officials of the Kwantung Army Headquarters, and if you want to close the hotel, you must first pass the Japanese level!

Zhang Jinghui is a cow, but he also has to act according to the eyes of the Japanese. Not to mention Zhang Jinghui's nephew, Young Master Zhang, let him offend the Japanese? And still a high-ranking officer in the command? He didn't dare to be scared to death!

"Okay, okay, you can fool me. Let me tell you Manager Yan, we are not done today! Don't think that if you have a big backstage, you won't have anything, sooner or later, you will ......"

"Sooner or later, I'm going to have bad luck backstage, right? I know, you want to say that the Kwantung Army will be finished sooner or later. Young Master Zhang, are you planning to join the war between the National Army and the Kwantung Army? If you're really a national army, I'd be really careful. ”

"You, you! I, I don't know as much as you! Go, go, let's go! Young Master Zhang snorted angrily and took people away, but in fact, he scared them away. What Manager Yan said sounded like nonsense and a joke, but who knows if there are any Japanese spies around? In case someone hears it, he, Young Master Zhang, will have to peel off his skin if he doesn't die! Zhang Jinghui may not be able to keep him!

I watched this play in a daze, and asked the waiter if I had any questions. The waiter didn't have so many ideas, so he told the guests as gossip news. After listening to this, he laughed and gave the waiter an extra dollar tip.