Chapter 50 The land of barbarians is full of fishy smell
Chapter 50 Barbarian land, fishy smell everywhere
Author: Brilliant fireworks
Chapter 50 Barbarian land, fishy smell everywhere
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Faisal originally planned to publicize this incident. After all, he was attacked and someone died. He could not remain indifferent, as this would make people think that he was easy to 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 idea. After all, Wang Zhen was very young. In his eyes, this was the US sending a message to him through Wang Zhen: Make trouble, make trouble hard, and your beautiful father will support you.
Take the opportunity to expand your influence, attack some people, win over some people, and force some people to take sides.
Wang Zhen didn't know that Feisal had misunderstood, but it didn't matter, as long as the purpose was achieved.
This matter can only be done by Faisal, an Iraqi. Their status as the Sickle Squad prevents them from expressing any opinions on this matter.
After reaching an agreement on this matter, Wang Zhen took out the photos he had asked Donkey to print out. They were all photos of the attackers.
"Do you know any of them? They are all attackers."
Feisal looked at it carefully and shook his head. He was not from a big family. He was just an ordinary person in a small circle.
Wang Zhen didn't say anything when he saw this. He didn't have much hope. "I'll give you the photo. You'll need it tomorrow. We are investigating the murderer and we will definitely catch them."
"Thank you very much." Feisal nodded heavily. At this moment, he was even more sure that Wang Zhen was conveying the message on behalf of the United States.
Mercenaries will not investigate these things. They have no channels, no ability, and no money.
It must be the CIA!
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Wang Zhen came out of Faisal's room and was startled. Everyone in the Scythe team stood in the corridor outside the door and looked at him, "What are you doing?"
"Done?" Golden Retriever asked.
Seeing Wang Zhen nodding, Donkey grabbed his arm and said loudly: "Let's go for a walk, have something to eat, and then go to the bar to relax!"
When we were in China and Lanna Thai, most halal restaurants did not allow people to drink alcohol. Wang Zhen thought that all YSL people did not drink alcohol.
But after arriving in Iraq, he realized that this was not the case. There were bars in Baghdad, many of them.
After working hard at noon, I really need to relax at night.
"It's right here, the Alby Bar. When we were in Baghdad, we came here whenever we had time."
When you open the door and walk in, you immediately hear the sound of music.
It's still early, but the bar is already more than half full, and business looks good.
Looking at this place alone, singing, drinking, and laughing, you can't imagine that this is a chaotic Baghdad where attacks can happen at any time.
Of course, it is not without problems. Wang Zhen took a quick look and saw almost no women except the service staff!
Although, he may not dare to do anything with a woman...
After all, my body is pure and white!
A few people found a place to sit down, and skillfully ordered a lot of wine and 5 water pipes.
Wang Zhen didn't ask for it, he didn't like smoking, let alone hookah, but he had seen a lot of this stuff when he was in Lanna Thai, and many foreigners liked to smoke it.
While chatting, I heard Tie Shou say that hookah smoking has become popular in the United States now. This thing became popular in the United States because of the Iraq War. The American soldiers were under great pressure when they were in Iraq, and entertainment items were very scarce. It was difficult for women to find one. Slowly.
Man Yae fell in love with smoking hookah. Later, as the American troops returned home one after another, he brought hookah to the United States.
Drinking wine and chatting all over the world, it really relieved the pressure in his heart, and Wang Zhen also relaxed unknowingly.
"Hey, Wang, look over there." Donkey suddenly poked Wang Zhen with his arm.
Wang Zhen raised his head and looked in the direction indicated by the donkey. Over there was the bar. The light was brighter than here. Under the light, a short-haired man with a crew cut was shaking the cocktail shaker in his hand.
A bartender is nothing, but what attracted Donkey and Wang Zhen's attention was his appearance.
In the eyes of the donkey, this person is Asian, but in Wang Zhen's eyes, he is probably Chinese.
There are not many Chinese in Iraq, but most of them are doing business here. They are just working. This is the first time Wang Zhen has seen them.
Of course, it could also be that he came for a short period of time and his range of actions was limited.
"Why don't you go and get to know each other?" Wang Zhen's heart immediately fell in love with Donkey's words.
People at home can't feel the feeling of meeting fellow villagers outside, or they don't feel it strongly in Lannatai, but it is different in Wangzhen now. It is a kind of blood attraction and the throbbing of the soul.
When the young man left home and his elder brother returned home, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded.
Even if I just listen to two sentences in Chinese, I feel comfortable.
Thinking about this, Wang Zhen stood up and walked towards the bar, turned the high stool and sat down, "Brother, let's have a margarita."
Wang Zhen specifically said this sentence in Chinese, so he made a mistake.
The bartender stopped moving and turned his head over. When he saw Wang Zhen speaking, a smile appeared on his lips unconsciously, "Wait a moment, right away."
This sentence is also said in Chinese.
The two looked at each other and smiled, feeling very good.
When the man sitting in front of the bartender saw this scene, he frowned and shrank back. What did he just see in the eyes of these two Asian men?
That is gay love, full of gay love!
So cool!
The bartender quickly finished the wine in his hand, then pulled his things and stood in front of Wang Zhen. He smiled and sighed: "It's been a long time since I saw a fellow countryman come here."
"There are many fellow villagers in Baghdad, right?" Wang Zhen asked doubtfully.
"There are quite a few of them, but they all have their own circles. They never come to the bar here. You can tell by looking at the environment." The bartender pursed his lips toward the lobby.
Wang Zhen glanced back and saw that the room was full of noisy white-skinned and black-skinned people. He nodded and said: "The barbarian land is full of fishy smells."
"Pfft." The bartender suddenly sprayed, and the two of them laughed.
What is this called?
This is called a common language!
Of course, there may be some people who like this barbarian smell, but they are in the minority after all.
Eastern and Western cultures are almost opposite. In Eastern culture, hotels, teahouses and other places must have private rooms and relatively private spaces, but this is absolutely not the case abroad.
In the early days, some well-known and long-term PUAs claimed that this was because Chinese people were unqualified and made a lot of noise while eating, while foreigners were more qualified and the hotel was quiet so they did not need private rooms.
What is the actual situation?
In Western culture, gathering together to eat is meant to be lively. If you are happy, the people at the table next to you will toast with you. If you are sad, someone will come to comfort you and toast with you.
Of course, there are indeed some particularly quiet restaurants where light music is played or someone plays the piano. This kind of place is specially used for talking about things in private.
"My name is Wang Zhen. I'm from Jizhou. What's your brother's name?" Wang Zhen stretched out his hand. He was wanted in Lannatai. This is Baghdad. What are you afraid of?
The bartender hesitated for a moment, but finally shook hands with a smile and said, "Guo Jingyun, haha, I'm from Jizhou too."
Wang Zhen glanced at Guo Jingyun. His hands were covered with calluses and were very rough. They were definitely not rubbed out by bartending. There was also the hesitation just now. This was also a man with a story.
"This is a pure fellow!" Wang Zhen laughed.
Guo Jingyun saw the way Wang Zhen glanced at his hand, and when he was willing to say his name, he didn't want to hide too much.
"You just came to Iraq, right?" Guo Jingyun asked.
"Yes, it's my first time here. I thought you couldn't drink here."
"Haha, me too, I won't know until I come here."
"You didn't know you could drink here, so why did you come?" Wang Zhen pointed to the cocktail shaker in Guo Jingyun's hand.
"Ha, I learned it after I came here." Guo Jingyun looked down and said with a smile: "This thing is very simple, I learned it in a few days."
Guo Jingyun looked at Wang Zhen and spoke, but kept moving his hands. He turned the snow cup up and down in his hand. He threw the snow cup behind him with his right hand. The snow cup circled around his back and was caught by his left hand.
, various fancy moves were performed in turn.
"Awesome." Wang Zhen gave a thumbs up.
Guo Jingyun smiled with a reserved look and pushed the prepared glass of margarita to Wang Zhen, "What are you doing here?"
Wang Zhen picked up his wine glass and turned around to salute the Golden Retriever. The Golden Retrievers raised their beers and said hello, "Fuck with them, PMC."
"Wow!" Guo Jingyun's eyes lit up.
We chatted until 12:30 in the morning. Wang Zhen drank a lot. Golden Retriever came over and shouted, and Wang Zhen waved goodbye.