Of course, this has nothing to do with money, but with attitude.√●hehe 66.↗⊙∷
What's more, the housekeeper was already unhappy. He Zhenzhong thought it would be better to make these Americans pay some price. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain and they would be suspected of being taken advantage of.
call.
After taking a deep breath, the guy stared at He Zhenzhong, stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes, and hummed: "Tell me, how much does the general want? How to settle the account?"
He Zhenzhong turned his head, looked at Long Xiaoyun, and nodded to her.
Deng Deng.
Long Xiaoyun took a step forward, looked at the guy, and took out a calculator from his pocket with a snap, which shocked him. These damn Chinese people were really well prepared. A major general even carried a calculator with him.
Equipment? It’s really a ghost.
"Three meals a day, porridge, steamed buns and steamed buns for breakfast, cost an average of five yuan per person."
What?
The guy immediately became angry and stared at Long Xiaoyun, "Is it so expensive? Can you Chinese people eat so much for breakfast?"
Long Xiaoyun's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "I'm sorry, I was talking about US dollars."
The guy's body swayed and his face instantly turned livid, "You are robbing money."
"Is there any?" Long Xiaoyun held the calculator and hummed: "You have a big appetite. On average, one person eats three meat/steamed buns and two bowls of porridge."
The guy also clenched his fists and sneered: "Do you think we haven't investigated the prices in your country? Even so, is it worth so much?"
"Of course, that's domestic, this is Vietnam. Isn't there any charge for freight? Isn't there any charge for losses during transportation? Isn't the salary of hired chefs abroad higher than at home? Taken together, don't you think we are all humane?
?Also, have you ever eaten at Qingfeng Baozi Shop? A breakfast is 21 yuan, which is equivalent to this, which is too cheap."
Listening to Long Xiaoyun's rapid-fire rhetorical questions, the guy seemed a little stupid. The Americans around him were nodding frequently. Thinking about it this way, it seemed that it really wasn't expensive after all.
He Zhenzhong was also a little surprised, but then he laughed. This is also a woman's talent. Long Xiaoyun is still good at calculating, but it's okay, let her go and sort it out. Anyway, these Americans are not short of money.
"General, since they are all sorting out money issues, can we check the health of our people?" A Yankee approached He Zhenzhong and said.
He Zhenzhong didn't say anything, just nodded. It didn't matter whether he was checking or not, what else could these guys do? With He Zhenzhong's approval, the soldier in charge of the guard opened a passage and let a group of them enter the training camp.
As soon as they saw the Americans appearing, the prisoners immediately burst into commotion, and many of them shed tears in excitement, as if a kid who had been bullied after losing had seen his father, with aggrieved looks on their faces. They had never been shy about surrendering, but
, this surrender was too bitter, being used like cattle and horses by these Chinese people. Except for the food they ate, it looked like it was eaten by humans, and everything else was done by them, not humans.
The Americans all stared at He Zhenzhong with angry faces. They were obviously being abused. Otherwise, how could these soldiers cry so easily?
"If they don't cry but laugh here, then you have to worry. It means that at least they are normal." He Zhenzhong said lightly, and then looked at the prisoners, "Is it time to get off work? Give them all.
Why am I standing there stupidly?"
At the sound of the sound, the prisoners were like frightened chickens. Each of them looked frightened, their bodies were shaking, they grabbed the tools in their hands, and quickly started working hard. Is this devil coming? They had to be afraid.
That bloody night frightened all of them. In today's world, who has the courage to massacre American troops on such a large scale? There will be no other person except this God of Death. Two hundred thousand US dollars
The Japanese allied forces were wiped out in ashes. When the Chinese military flag cut through the night and fluttered in the wind, and when those figures full of gunpowder smoke rushed over, their courage was shattered.
And that time at the prisoner camp, that guy actually ordered all the American prisoners who didn't retreat to be killed on the spot. No one was left alive, and the corpses and companions who were dragged out one by one and never showed up again were let go.
They knew clearly that those people must have been massacred. This had become a lingering nightmare in their hearts.
Looking at the American prisoners, those Americans had faces full of sadness and anger, but there was nothing they could do. Who allowed them to lose the battle? Perhaps, their plans also failed. They thought these soldiers
After experiencing the war, understanding the Chinese troops, and adding hatred, they should be a sharp knife to deal with China in the future. But now it seems that when these prisoners see this god of death, they are like a mouse seeing a cat. They have no courage to even look at it.
Let alone start a war.
...........
These people are useless.
Those Americans know very well that even if they are redeemed, most people will probably not have the courage to go to war anymore. Their courage will be frightened, and they will no longer be qualified to be soldiers.
Glancing at He Zhenzhong beside him, the fear in the eyes of those guys became even more intense. The name of the person and the shadow of the tree. This God of Death is really a ruthless person. You must be more careful in the future.
"How about it? I haven't abused your people. Look how energetic they are at work." He Zhenzhong smiled slightly and said to those guys.
"Humph." A guy snorted, pointed at a prisoner pushing a cart in front of them, and said in a sinister tone: "Isn't that right? Look at his painful face, listless spirit, and weird walking posture. This is obviously...
Were you abused? And that one, that one too."
Sure enough, many Americans took a closer look and their faces became serious. After taking a few steps closer, they saw that indeed, many of the prisoners seemed to be in poor mental condition, with painful eyes and weird walking postures.
Suddenly, a sneer appeared on their faces. This Chinese man dared to calculate the details with them. A breakfast costs five dollars, so how do you calculate these accounts? Humph...