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As well as embarrassment.

"Too bad." The captain thought in frustration, and then comforted himself: "But I am still lucky not to bring a bouquet of roses. ”

But even so, the Captain felt uncomfortable - especially when he saw the charming smile on Rachel's face that seemed to see everything. In order to hide this discomfort, Martial smiled dryly and asked, "Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, Miss McBride, allow me to take the liberty of asking that you have invited me to this small private dinner...... Why? ”

Yi Shui turned his face sideways, exchanged a look with Rachel, and then said with a smile, "There aren't many reasons, it's just that we intend to thank you for the valuable news you brought us, Captain." ”

"Without your news, we need to waste more time figuring out what role the Italians played in the ban against our company." Rachel went on to say, "You made it easy. ”

Their words frustrated Martial. In fact, he had heard about the activities carried out by the Italians before the ban was issued, and only after the ban was issued did he tell Yi Shui that it was just to make his mission easier to accomplish - but it didn't work out, and it only took him a few minutes to force him to abandon all "unrealistic" ideas.

It was his failure, but now Yi Shui and Rachel refer to this failure with joy and excitement, "You made the problem simple", which seems like a sarcasm from any angle.

Unfortunately, it is likely that they genuinely wanted to express a little gratitude, but they were too happy to notice his feelings, not to remember that he had not achieved his purpose at all, but the captain preferred that they deliberately mock him, or at least make him feel better.

But it was only a luxury, and no matter how reluctant he was, he could not have reminded them that he was not much luckier than the Italians and the hapless Governor Tan, so he could only continue to endure their inadvertent taunts and frustration.

Anthony Martial feels that today is his Good Friday. And his frustration was even stronger when he realized that the guess was almost so correct. But he desperately tried to control himself, because any bad performance would spoil the friendly atmosphere right now.

Rachel noticed the captain's slightly trembling mustache and chuckled to himself. There is no doubt that her revenge strategy has been successful, and the Frenchman, who tried to take advantage of the fire, is now depressed but unable to express it, and I am afraid that it will leave him lost for a long time.

Of course, this is definitely not the only purpose of inviting him, or even the main purpose - Qin Lang's new request is.

After being comfortable for a while, Rachel motioned for Yi Shui to stop and said, "Of course, in addition to that, we also hope to take this opportunity to settle the company's deal with the federal government of Indochina. It's not quite right—" she made an apologetic gesture, "but I'll be back in the U.S. the day after tomorrow, so I'd like to finish it as soon as possible." ”

However, her words made Martial's mood even worse. Negotiation? Neither at the conference table nor at the table, this is not his forte, and he was unprepared today, what will happen in the end...... unimaginable.

Yes, today must be my Good Friday. The captain thought bitterly, desperately trying to regain his composure.

His performance still fell completely on Rachel's gaze, she became more pleasant, and began to follow Qin Lang's example and gently tapped her fingers on the armrest of the chair, and said slowly: "Yi Shui told me that the colonial government is not satisfied with the agreement we reached before, and asks you to reach a new agreement that is more favorable within three days...... Of course, due to minor problems created by the Italians, you did not meet the deadline...... I'm sorry for that, Captain, and I hope you haven't been blamed for that. ”

Now, Martial was bursting with anger at himself - he should not have taken the task in the first place, should have let someone else take charge of the negotiations, and he was happily watching the jokes - and his bosses' confidence was running out of confidence.

"After careful consideration and an exchange of views with San Diego," Rachel continued, "I agree to make changes to the agreement and take into account your requests as much as possible, but at the same time I want to add a new condition to the agreement." ”

Anthony Martial's eyes were fixed on a bottle of Bordeaux on the table, and he was close to forcing himself with all his might not to look at Rachel or Yi Shui. He was afraid that he would agree to their terms again as well as he had last time...... Or after a little hesitation, they are easily convinced. There is no longer a chance to make another mistake.

"Just a small request." Rachel didn't care about his reaction, and her silence didn't stop her from finishing what she had prepared, "Due to the adverse effects of the Chinese Exclusion Act, we can't send mercenaries recruited in China to the United States for training, so we hope to open a training base in Indochina." ”

The captain's mustache shook again—but only for a moment. A small request? Perhaps only she would call such a request a "small request", to open an American military training base on the territory of the French government, even if Umbrella is a commercial company, the trouble involved is so great that not only him, but also his immediate boss cannot easily decide.

Of course, a straightforward refusal is not a good idea, it will affect the relationship between the two sides, and the colonial government is now very desperate to need Umbrella's mercenaries, and it will not tolerate mistakes in negotiations. After thinking about it for a few seconds, Martial decided to remain silent.

He continued to stare at the bottle of Bordeaux.

Rachel was silent as well. For a moment, she didn't say anything, just looked at her negotiator with a charming smile, as if looking for a new breakthrough. Then, she leaned back, satisfied with this initial confrontation. "You can think hard before you make a decision, Captain. But in the end, you will surely find this demand very reasonable, and accepting it is more beneficial to French rule in Indochina than rejecting it. ”

Martial pretended not to hear it, but in fact he heard it without reservation, and was affected, so at last he looked up and replied, "I don't think you're right, Miss McBride." Only the French government knows what measures will be beneficial to French rule in Indochina - or vice versa, not you. ”

"No, my dear Mr. Captain." Rachel leaned forward and looked contentedly, "You're going to find out that you're wrong, and we can prove it all." ”

She then quickly reverted and shifted the subject before Martial could continue to fight back. "I think we should put aside these differences, as well as our business, for a moment and start enjoying our dinner." She turned to the black sailors standing next to her, borrowed from the cruiser Baltimore, "It's time to serve." ”

Soon, dinner was served one by one by the sailors in the correct order, and at first, Martial felt that the dishes were nothing new, and that they did not taste as good as the authentic French cuisine of the high-end restaurants in Paris—although in fact, the captain had never been to a high-end restaurant, and it was not a place for a captain to visit—and, more importantly, because of his low mood and Rachel's demands, he had little appetite, so Martial had been seemingly absent-minded and ate very little. But when the main course was placed in front of him, he suddenly became interested.

"Luncheon stewed umeboshi." Yi Shui and Rachel couldn't help but feel a wave of nausea at the mention of this name, and almost vomited all the food they had just eaten. After that painful time, whether it was a prune or luncheon meat, they instinctively rejected both, let alone mixed them together.

But it was the first time Martial had seen luncheon meat, and it was even the first time he had heard of the name, so he was so intrigued by the main course that he had just put in front of him that he couldn't wait to taste it.

"Very tasty food." Yi Shui and Rachel were disgusted for a moment when he complimented him, but Martial didn't notice it at all—otherwise he would have praised it at more length, as revenge for what had happened to him. But he didn't notice, just asked curiously, "Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, Miss McBride, can you tell me what kind of animal meat this is?" ”

"Spam Luncheon Meat, a canned food made by Homel Foods in San Diego." After a little explanation, Yi Shui asked rhetorically in the same curious tone, "Do you really think it's delicious, Captain?" ”

"Of course." Anthony was stunned for a moment, "Don't you think?" ”

"I think we just ate too much." Rachel shrugged, put down his knife and fork and pushed the plate away, "Our mercenaries use it as their main food. ”

Anthony had just picked up a piece of luncheon meat, but her words had stunned him again. "You say, uh...... Your mercenaries use it as their main food? ”

"When you're on a mission." Instead of Rachel, Yishui explains, "Because cans are easier to preserve." ”

"No, I mean," the captain put down his fork, "in any case, that agreement we made before must be revised. ”

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