"Yes!"

In the midst of angry screams, a group of cooks and waiters violently threw off their white overalls, threw away the tall chef's hat on their heads, drew their self-defense pistols and combat sabers, and one of the last guys to rush out of the kitchen had already picked up a squad light machine gun in his hand.

All the customers in the restaurant widened their eyes, but please think about it, what kind of good birds can be the "staff" who can follow Instructor Alden to participate in this "Blue Shield" military competition? !

Amid the roar of the restaurant manager, a group of fully armed, ghostly aware of a few professional soldiers who could meet the standards of Zero Zero Seven and Rimbaud, rushed out of the restaurant in a murderous manner, and then they were completely stupid. The bandit leader was standing there leisurely, playing with a lighter specially made for the restaurant, and taking out the Brazilian barbecue from the makeshift package of the tablecloth and munching it there with a tasteful taste.

And their second boss, Assistant Instructor Notting Livingch, was standing there crying and laughing, directing a female waiter to be there to count the dirt that the bandit leader had swept out of the cafeteria. Skewers of grilled meat, chunks of steak, fruit from all over the world, seafood freshly caught from the sea, plus seven or eight silver plates, dozens of Cuban cigars smeared with gravy and jam. This large pile of things were mixed together, coupled with the fact that the warrior song swept all the way and dragged heavier and heavier packages in the restaurant, bumping and bumping, what fruits, pepper noodles, seasonal fruits, and salad dressings were all mixed together, and it became a lot of sticky and greasy things that only knew what it looked like.

The eyes of a group of people turned red when they saw that the food they had worked so hard to cook for hours turned into a pile of mud. A waitress who had just been insulted and still had a shocking impression on her chest, which was made of tomato juice, pointed to the song of the warrior and screamed loudly: "It's him, it's this perverted pervert who robbed us of all the lighters!" ”

At this time, that hateful, damned Chinese bastard Zhan Xia Ge didn't have the slightest consciousness of being the culprit, and he even sucked the juice on his fingers, showing a bright smile at a group of murderous professional soldiers and the waitress who had been insulted by him, "Well, yes, it tastes great!" ”

Seeing this group of professional soldiers rushing out of the cafeteria in their true form, Assistant Instructor Notting Livingch widened his eyes and roared, "What are you doing?!" ”

Don't look at the assistant instructor Nosily Vinci is less than 170 centimeters tall, but who can survive the battlefield, who doesn't have a super loud voice that can still stand out in the platoon artillery bombardment? He roared like this, it was really a sonic shock to the audience, a group of guys who had just evolved from cooks and waiters to Predators looked at each other, I don't know how long it took, someone first pointed to the bandit leader Zhan Xia Ge standing aside, and then pointed to the huge package, and whispered: "He snatched the fork I used for barbecue, I have to get it back, otherwise there will be no way to continue to provide barbecue for guests......

Zhan Xia Ge strode over to the package, first pulled off all the beef that had been roasted three ripe on the barbecue fork, and then generously returned the fork to the stupid bird, and then wiped his hand stained with pepper noodles and gravy on the placket of the other party's clothes a few times. Then he waved his hand again and again, and said, "Go, go, the fork has been returned to you, what are you doing here?!" ”

Everyone opened their mouths wide, and dozens of pairs of red eyes fell on the face of Assistant Instructor Notting Rivench, as long as their second-in-command, Assistant Instructor Notting Rivench, nodded slightly, even if it was a dry cough as a code, they would rush up and completely beat such an arrogant guy as Zhan Xia Ge into a pig's head.

While standing there, Zhan Xia Ge gulped the Brazilian barbecue into his mouth, and muttered indistinctly in his mouth: "Double compensation, double compensation, hehe, double compensation...... If you beat me, the double compensation will be gone, I don't care...... Double the compensation, double the compensation......"

Assistant Instructor Notting Levinch was really dumbfounded, and it was only at this time that he really saw what it meant to be "the most slippery [***] person". Staring at the food bag that had been rolled up with a tablecloth and weighed more than one hundred and twenty pounds, Assistant Instructor Notting Livingch swallowed hard, he really wanted to ask Zhan Xia Ge how to sweep away everything that could be seen and reached in the restaurant in just over a hundred seconds.

"Go, go back!" Assistant instructor Notting Livingch waved his hand to let a group of "cooks" and "waiters" return to their jobs, he saw the waitress who came out with the warrior song still squatting on the ground, recording what the warrior song brought out of the restaurant one by one, Notin Richage assistant instructor shook his head angrily, snatched the small notebook in the waitress's hand, and added the four big words "extremely shameless" directly behind the test comment in the restaurant of the warrior song!

Looking at the lighter played with in the Warrior Singer, Notting Livingch asked in a little surprise: "Captain Sinn Tams of the Delta Special Forces of the United States grabbed a lighter because he needed to use a lighter to light a cigarette, why did you rob a dozen lighters?" ”

"As you said yourself, the restaurant here is not a customized lighter, and the price is only 100 dollars per unit!" Zhan Xia Ge carefully put the lighter in his hand into his pocket, licked his lips and said, "What's the use of me just grabbing one?" I have eleven brothers! There are always 12 of them, and each person will be given one souvenir to participate in the 'Blue Shield' military competition! ”

Faced with such an unreasonable reason, Assistant Instructor Notting Rivench could only smile bitterly and shake his head, "You obviously know that in a few hours, your relevant Chinese departments must compensate you twice for the losses caused by the restaurant, especially when you shoot and destroy public property in public in the restaurant, all these items add up, it is already a considerable expenditure, I believe you will definitely be criticized by your superiors because of your behavior, why do you still do this?" ”

"Because we are a big country with a population of 1.4 billion!" Zhan Xia Ge smiled: "When I was in the second grade of primary school, I once learned a text in the ideological and moral class, and now I haven't forgotten it!" ”

"Ideological Character" What kind of discipline is Notting Levinch Assistant Instructor didn't know, so he kept silent rationally and let the battle hero song talk nonsense there.

"The protagonist of this story is very old-fashioned, it is Xiao Ming and his father, and what they do is also very ordinary, that is, the two of them have an ordinary lunch there together. After lunch, Xiao Ming was about to leave the table when his father stopped him and asked him to pick up the rice grains that had fallen on the table and eat them all. ”

Assistant Instructor Notting Rivench couldn't help but interject: "That's not very hygienic, is it?!" ”

"yes, who's to say it's not?" Zhan Xia Ge clapped his hands and shouted: "But after all, it's Xiao Ming's father, tell me, what else can Xiao Ming do?" He could only pick up all the rice grains that had fallen on the table, and before he threw them into his mouth, he counted them, and it was exactly ten grains of rice! While chewing the rice in his mouth, he muttered, "Isn't it just ten grains of rice?" Instructor, guess what's going on behind the scenes?! ”

Instructor Notting Rivench touched his head, pondered for a moment, and said, "Did those ten grains of rice fall on the table that was just painted, and Xiao Ming was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment after eating food poisoning?" ”

"I'm sorry, according to your arrangement, I'm afraid there will be few Chinese who have not been sent to the hospital for first aid!" Zhan Xia Song shouted: "Xiao Ming's father asked Xiao Ming directly, China has a population of 1.5 billion, if 1.5 billion people drop ten grains of rice when eating, then instructor, you help Xiao Ming calculate, how many grains of rice will be lost in a meal?" ”

Assistant Instructor Notting Levinch said without thinking: "Of course it's 15 billion grains!" ”

"Well, then the second question arises." Zhan Xia Ge clapped his hands and shouted: "Xiao Ming's father asked again, then may I ask, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, three meals a day, the country's 1.5 billion people, every meal every day, 15 billion grains of rice, how many grains of rice will be wasted in China in a year?" ”

This question is more difficult to answer, and Assistant Instructor Notting Levinch is embarrassed to use a pen and paper to calculate this math problem in front of Zhan Xia Ge, he desperately let his brain spin at high speed, and after a long time he reluctantly replied: "It should be 16425 billion grains of rice, right?" ”

"Well, that's right, Xiao Ming also calculated the same number, and in the face of such an astonishing number, Xiao Ming's father asked a third question." Zhan Xia Ge smiled and said: "Xiao Ming's father said that based on the high-quality rice in northern China, the average weight of 600 grains is 50 grams, so how many kilograms are there in these 16425 billion grains of rice?" ”

Assistant Instructor Notting Rivench's eyes widened, "This Xiao Ming's father is probably a social scientist, or your so-called 'macroeconomic regulator' in China, otherwise how could he know the weight of a grain of rice in such detail?" ”

"Don't you talk nonsense, do you want to know how this story ends? Hurry up and help Xiao Ming calculate the result! ”

Assistant Instructor Notting Rifinch had to admit that he was really attracted to this little story, and he simply used the paper and pen in his hand to perform mathematical calculations in front of the warrior song, and then he reported: "A total of 1,368,750,000 kilograms!" ”

(To be continued)