(Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a reward, ask for a collection!) ）

……

Faisal had planned to publicize the incident, after all, he had been attacked and there were dead people, and he couldn't remain indifferent, which would make people think that he was a bully.

There is no room for weakness in Iraqi politics, he must be tough.

He didn't think that this was Wang Zhen's own thoughts, after all, Wang Zhen was very young, in his eyes, this was the United States sending a message to him through Wang Zhen, making trouble, making trouble, and Mei Dad supported you.

Take the opportunity to expand your influence, and by the way, strike at some people, win over some people, and force some people to take sides.

Wang Zhen didn't know that Faisal had misunderstood, but it didn't matter, as long as the purpose was achieved.

This can only be done by Faisal, an Iraqi, and the status of the Scythe Squad prevents them from expressing any opinion on this matter.

After reaching an agreement on this matter, Wang Zhen took out the photos that he had asked the donkey to print out before he took out the photos of the attackers.

"Is there anyone you know? It's all attackers. ”

Faisal looked at it carefully, and shook his head again, he was not from a big family, he was just an ordinary person before, and his circle was very small.

Seeing this, Wang Zhen didn't say anything, and didn't have much hope, "The photo is for you, you can use it tomorrow, we are investigating the murderers, and we will definitely catch them." ”

"Thank you so much." Faisal nodded heavily, and at this moment he was even more sure that Wang Zhen was speaking on behalf of the United States.

Mercenaries don't look into these things, they don't have the means, they don't have the ability, they don't have the money.

It must be the CIA!

……

Wang Zhen, who came out of Faisal's room, was startled, and everyone in the Scythe Team stood in the corridor outside the door and looked at him, "What are you doing?" ”

"Done?" The Golden Retriever asked.

Seeing Wang Zhen nodding, the donkey grabbed his arm and said loudly: "Let's go, go eat something, and then go to the bar to relax!" ”

When he was in China and Lannatai, most halal restaurants did not allow people to drink, and Wang Zhen thought that all YSL people did not drink.

But when he arrived in Iraq, he learned that this was not the case, that there were bars in Baghdad, and there were quite a few of them.

After working hard at noon, you really need to relax in the evening.

"This is it, Elby's Bar, we came here whenever we had time when we were in Baghdad."

Push open the door and walk in, and immediately hear the sound of music.

It's still early, but the bar is already halfway seated, and business looks good.

Looking at it alone, singing, drinking, laughing, you can't imagine this is chaotic Baghdad with attacks happening at any moment.

Of course, it's not without problems, Wang Zhen looked at it at a glance, except for the service staff, he could hardly see women!

Although, he may not dare to do anything with a woman......

After all, an innocent body!

A few people found a place to sit down, and they skillfully ordered a lot of wine, as well as 5 shishas.

Wang Zhen didn't want it, he didn't like to smoke, let alone hookah, but he had seen a lot of this thing when he was in Lannatai, and many foreigners liked to smoke it.

When chatting, I listened to the shovel that now the United States has also begun to smoke hookah, this thing is popular in the United States because of the Iraq War, American GIs are under great pressure when they are in Iraq, and entertainment items are scarce, and women are rare to find one, and slowly fall in love with hookah, and later with the return of the US military one after another, they brought this kind of thing to the United States.

Drinking wine, chatting about some things in the north and south, it is indeed very good to relieve the pressure in his heart, and unconsciously, Wang Zhen also relaxed.

"Hey, King, look over there." The donkey suddenly stabbed Wang Zhen with his arm.

Wang Zhen looked up in the direction indicated by the donkey, there was a bar, the light was brighter than here, and under the light, a short-haired man with a small flat head was shaking the cocktail shaker in his hand.

A bartender is nothing, but what attracts the attention of Donkey and Wang Zhen is the other's appearance.

In the eyes of the donkey, this is an Asian, but in the eyes of Wang Zhen, this eighty percent is a Chinese.

There are not a few Chinese in Iraq, but they are basically doing business here, and they are just part-time workers, and Wang Zhen is the first time I have seen them.

Of course, it may also be that he has been here for a short time and his range of action is limited.

"Don't get acquainted." The donkey's words, Wang Zhen's heart was immediately moved.

People in China don't feel the feeling of meeting fellow villagers outside, or they don't feel it strongly in Lannatai, but Wangzhen is different now, it is a kind of blood attraction, the throbbing of the heart.

When he left home, he returned to his hometown, and his hometown accent did not change, and his sideburns declined.

Even if you just listen to two sentences in Chinese, your heart is comfortable.

Thinking about it, Wang Zhen got up and walked towards the bar, turned the stool and sat down, "Brother, have a glass of Margaret." ”

This sentence Wang Zhen deliberately said in Chinese, and the province made a mistake.

The bartender stopped moving his hand, turned his head sideways, and saw Wang Zhen who was speaking, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously put on a smile, "Wait a minute, right away." ”

This sentence is also spoken in Chinese.

The two looked at each other and smiled, in a good mood.

The man sitting in front of the bartender frowned when he saw this scene, and his body shrank back, what did he just see in the gaze of these two Asian men?

That's the sentiment, the sentiment is full!

It's so snappy!

The bartender quickly finished the wine in his hand, and then stood in front of Wang Zhen with his things, and said with a smile: "It's been a long time since I've seen a fellow villager come here." ”

"There are quite a few folks in Baghdad, right?" Wang Zhen asked suspiciously.

"There are quite a few, but they all have their own circles, and they never go to the bars here, just look at the environment." The bartender snorted down the hall.

Wang Zhen glanced back, the room was full of white skin and black skin, noisy, nodded and said: "The land of barbarians is full of fish. ”

"Poof." The bartender squirted, and the two burst out laughing.

What is it called?

It's called a common language!

Of course, there may be people who like this barbarian fishy smell, but after all, it is a minority.

Eastern and Western cultures are almost opposites, and in Eastern cultures, restaurants, teahouses and other places must have private rooms and relatively private spaces, but there will never be them abroad.

This point was known to some people for a long time PUA in the early days, saying that it was because the Chinese had no quality, and they made a lot of noise when they had a meal, and the foreign father had quality, and the restaurant was very quiet, so there was no need for a private room.

What is the actual situation?

In Western culture, gathering together for dinner is to be lively, and the people at the table next to you will raise a glass with you when you are happy, and someone will come to comfort you and raise a glass with you when you are sad.

Of course, there are some particularly quiet restaurants where there is music or someone playing the piano, and this kind of place is dedicated to private conversations.

"My name is Wang Zhen, from Jizhou, what's my brother's name." Wang Zhen stretched out his hand, he was wanted in Lannathaya, this is Baghdad, what are you afraid of.

The bartender hesitated slightly, but finally shook hands with a smile and said, "Guo Jingyun, haha, I'm also from Jizhou." ”

Wang Zhen's eyes glanced at Guo Jingyun, his hands were full of calluses, very rough, this is definitely not a bartending, and the swimming fish just now, this is also a person with a story.

"This, pure fellow!" Wang Zhen laughed.

Wang Zhen glanced at his hand Guo Jingyun saw it, and he didn't want to hide too much when he was willing to say his name.

"You've just been in Iraq, haven't you?" Guo Jingyun asked.

"Yes, it's the first time I've been here, and I thought I couldn't drink here."

"Haha, me too, I only found out when I came."

"You don't know if you can drink here?" Wang Zhen pointed to the cocktail shaker in Guo Jingyun's hand.

"Ha, I've learned since I came here." Guo Jingyun looked down and said with a smile: "This thing is very simple, and I can learn it in a few days." ”

Guo Jingyun looked at Wang Zhen with his eyes, talking, but the movements in his hands did not stop, the Xueke cup rotated up and down in his hand, his right hand was thrown behind him, the Xueke cup was caught by his left hand in an arc on his back, and various fancy actions were staged in turn.

"Awesome." Wang Zhen gave a thumbs up.

Guo Jingyun smiled and pushed the prepared cup of margarita to Wang Zhen, "What are you doing here?" ”

Wang Zhen picked up his wine glass and turned to salute the Golden Retriever, and the Golden Retriever raised the beer in his hand and said hello, "Mix with them, PMC." ”

"Wow!" Guo Jingyun's eyes lit up.

We chatted until half past 12 in the morning, Wang Zhen drank a lot, and the golden retriever came over and shouted, and Wang Zhen waved goodbye.

I still have work tomorrow, and I can't get drunk.