"What are you doing with me, a Mexican?" Major Harding, leaning back in a high chair and resting his legs on his desk, sneered at Rubin, who had come to visit him, and the mockery and contempt in his words were ready to come out. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Usually when Rubin comes out to do things, all kinds of apprehension and caution are indispensable. Because the master of the 'Enclave' controls all the resources in the city, it will be a big trouble if one accidentally offends. It's just that today he found the manager of the 'Enclave' in Port Progreso, but his expression was a little more natural.

"Mr. Harding, our Excellency the Governor invites you to ...... to-morrow evening." Rubin tried to make his smile reflect an attitude of neither arrogance nor humility, but the accumulation of power by the 'Enclave' personnel in recent months still made him bend down subconsciously.

Even with such respect, Major Harding, who was in charge of the port management, immediately interrupted: "I have received an invitation from you. But sorry, I'm not available. ”

He said 'sorry' in his mouth, but there was no 'sorry' on Harding's face. Instead, he teased and teased: "Tell your Excellency the Governor, stay honestly in his Governor's Palace, and don't think about thoughts that you shouldn't have." We all know what he wants to do, but he won't succeed.

We, the Enclave, have always been generous and will keep him a little respectable. But ......, his offense to His Excellency Lula has caused us revulsion and irritation. I know that he persuaded the headquarters to send an inspection team to the city of Merida to investigate, but I will say that his little cleverness is ridiculous.

His Excellency Lula's management style is a bit rough, but I still agree with his ability. So I think that His Excellency Alfonso had better stop making trouble, or else it won't be a big deal to change the governor ....... Anyway, I can do a better job than any Mexican under my hands. You say, don't you? Hahaha....... ”

Lieutenant Colonel Harding didn't look at Rubin, who was bowing his head at all, and he was holding a nail clipper in his hand to manicure his nails. After saying that, he waved his hand casually, signaling that his attitude was like this, and finally said lightly to Rubin, "Tell your governor what I said, you can get out."

In the face of this arrogant and unreasonable attitude, Rubin couldn't help but feel a sense of anger in his heart. In the past, he could only swallow his anger and leave silently, because he was just a Mexican who was in a weak position, and he relied on the 'Enclave' alms to eat, drink, and Lazar, and his waist pole could not be stiffened at all. But now it's a different story,......。

"Mr. Harding, I have actually sent you a few gifts on behalf of our Governor. Our Governor has said that whether you come to the ball tomorrow or not, these gifts are a gesture of kindness from him. Rubin was too lazy to chew the words too politely, and he decided to go straight to the big kill.

"Gifts? Hahaha...... what gift can a guy who is trapped in the Governor's Mansion and can only be a puppet give me? Will you give me his woman?

Boy, you must know that I am the port manager of Progreso, and the transportation of goods throughout the Yucatan region needs to pass through me. I don't think there's anything your governor could give me. In terms of abundant materials, I am the king here. ”

Major Harding's position was important, and his control of the port was an excellent position for oil and water. He doesn't control the lives and deaths of the entire Yucatan region like Lula, but he controls the fate of everyone in the region from another perspective.

Hearing that Rubin was about to give a gift to Governor Alfonso, His Excellency the Major laughed happily and laughed, and the sound resounded throughout the office, and even the guards behind him looked at Rubin with disdain. But the laughter didn't last long, and suddenly several swallowing sounds came out, also from the guards.

The sound is as if a gluttonous insect has discovered something good that he has been coveting for a long time, and inciting the owner's strong need and desire for possession. The voice was so loud that it could not even hide the laughter of Major Harding, and it was clearly audible.

"Isn't the gift special? What's that, exactly? Harding first looked back strangely at the guards behind him, and then at Rubin, who was groveling in front of him. He leaned back in his chair and couldn't see the area blocked by his desk even if he looked up. And in that area, Rubin seemed to be pulling something out of a box.

The jingle bell sounded like a glass bottle colliding slightly, and Harding's mind immediately recalled the familiar scene of the bartender pouring the wine bottle in the bar, a scene that was commonplace in the past, but is now almost extinct. Not in Mexico, at least.

Westerners have a strong bar culture, and going to a bar for a drink in their free time is a social activity that is carried out by both men and women, young and old.

Wine is a necessity for Westerners. But it's hard to even eat enough in the wasteland, and drinking alcohol is already an extreme luxury for many people. The point is that even if you have status and power, it is difficult to get alcohol now.

In the past few months, the Enclave has been desperately looting Mexican living resources, and all kinds of supplies are being shipped to the United States. In the early days, Major Harding could still see rum and other supplies in the shipping list, but now the liquor thing has long been extinct.

However, in the cold climate of the nuclear winter, 'a drink' is a stronger demand for Westerners, and it is the best way to eliminate sorrow, reduce stress, and even mediate the body and mind - but the problem is that there is no alcohol!

Harding's own Adam's apple moved. In just a second or two, many thoughts popped up in his mind - was it really wine? Impossible, right? If there is wine, it will not be in the hands of Alfonso. Maybe it's canned food or something, but I'm not short of canned food, in fact, I'm almost tired of eating canned food. It can't be wine, absolutely impossible!

But.......

...... clang, two large wine bottles were placed on the desk following Rubin's movements. He expressed his temper through this action, which was mixed with unhappiness, anger, pride, and mockery. He waited to see the self-proclaimed noble Major Harding fall down in front of a bottle of wine.

And the whiskey brought by Zhou Qingfeng did not disappoint Rubin, its power was huge enough.

The moment the speculation was revealed, the speculation and doubts in Major Harding's mind quickly disappeared. His original pride vanished, and the thought of 'having a drink' came out like thunder, and the strong alcohol addiction urged him to take a sip quickly.

For a people who are used to drinking, months of not drinking can be a hell of a torment. Major Harding was quick to find that he had been forced to quit drinking, and that his need for alcohol had gradually faded. But now he knew that it was not a dilution, but an accumulation of a certain level and waiting for a ferocious outburst.

"'Supreme' brand whisky, I've never heard of it." Major Harding was a little disrespectful, he jumped up from his chair and snatched a bottle of wine, glanced at it, and without saying a word, opened the cap with the corkscrew, and poured a large gulp into his mouth.

Yes......!

After pouring it, Harding burped happily and stared at the bottle with incredible eyes, as if he was still making sure that he was drinking whiskey. Then he looked up and laughed three times, and shouted with joy: "This wine is wonderful, I feel that my soul is going to heaven, and God is with me." (To be continued.) )