In southern Africa, racial discrimination incidents rarely occur due to strict management by governments at all levels.
But outside of southern Africa, racial discrimination is a common phenomenon of political correctness. Almost all restaurants in Paris refuse to serve non-whites. This is not for Chinese people, but for all non-whites, even mixed-race people, who cannot enjoy the big food.
Normal services at most public facilities.
The two wounded Chinese soldiers were probably hanging out while they were recuperating. They were still carrying paper handbags provided by Paris merchants with large merchant logos printed on them. Combined with their bandaged arms, this was truly a gift for France.
After shedding blood, he also contributed to the commercial prosperity of Paris.
"I'm sorry, can you speak English?" The soldier's English was pretty good even though he was wandering around Paris.
But when it comes to English, the expression on the waiter's face is even more ugly. Even though the British and French forces are fighting side by side against the Germans, Parisians still don't like the British.
It's not that I don't like it, it's just unabashed discrimination.
Needless to say, the British, no one likes Parisians. They are like drunk all day long. I am the best in the world. Americans are nouveau riche, British are old antiques, Germans are devils, and French people outside Paris are all
He's a country bumpkin.
"Sorry, you can't dine here, please leave the restaurant immediately -" the waiter repeated in English, seemingly unaware that his English accent would be laughed at in London.
The world is as black as crows!
This time the two wounded soldiers finally understood, and their faces immediately turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, definitely not because of shyness, but because of anger.
"What did you say? Say it again?" The wounded soldier couldn't believe it. If such behavior had happened in Nyasaland, the wounded soldier would have called the police immediately. No matter how big the backstage of this restaurant was, it would have been closed down that day.
"I said - you can't dine here - please leave here immediately - don't affect the mood of our other guests -" The waiter said every word, clearly stating the attitude of the restaurant.
"Get out, don't stay here -"
"This is not a place you can afford—"
"Go back to where you belong—"
Sure enough, racial discrimination is politically correct. The waiter's words not only did not cause other customers to stop him, but instead they echoed one after another.
It's like the appearance of two wounded soldiers in the restaurant will lower the entire restaurant's style by several levels.
Christian certainly cannot sit idly by in such a situation.
Before the wounded soldiers broke out, Christian glanced at Cole, whose expression was also extremely ugly.
Cole felt the same and took action.
"Shut up! They are soldiers who have just returned from the front line. The bandages on their bodies are military medals of heroism. How can you be so rude to these two heroes who fought bloody battles for France? And you guys, if not
The soldiers on the front line are fighting hard. You still have a chance to eat steak here, so go home and eat steak!" When Cole got up, he didn't forget to unbutton his suit. The silver gun handle under his arm was in the black suit.
You can see clearly between the lining and the black vest.
"First of all, sir, this is the rule of our restaurant -" the waiter stammered, not daring to look at Cole. Cole had really killed someone.
When describing an evil person, most people will use the word "ferocious". Although this "ferocious" is relatively abstract, people who have killed people are really different from those who have not. The so-called "murderous spirit" can also be really felt.
Animals feel this more clearly.
Cole is such a villain. Before working for Christian, Cole was a slave catcher in the Congo Free State. To put it mildly, he was a slave trader, with eighty if not one hundred lives on his hands.
Of course, Cole has now changed his mind and turned over a new leaf. The year before last, Cole had become a Southern African citizen and became a true Afrikaner. Last year, he paid a personal tax of 120 rand and was praised by the Los Angeles City Government.
"Damn bullshit rules, is this how you treat your heroes? I am as much a Southern African as they are. They do not affect my mood. I am happy to dine with them and will pay for their meals."
, you should be glad that you are staying in Paris. If you had behaved like this in southern Africa, you and your damn boss would have been sent to jail for the rest of your life!" Cole continued to spit out fragrance, and the waiter
The other guests who were shivering and clamoring just now had expressions on their faces as ugly as if they had eaten flies, but no one dared to speak.
This is the true face of these people. If you are weak to them, they will become tougher. If you are tough to them, they will compromise.
"Sir, please pay attention to your words -" The restaurant manager had to come forward, and Cole had already scolded the boss. If no one stopped him, Cole would probably scold President Pengale and the newly appointed president next.
Unlucky Prime Minister Louis Bardo.
The French Prime Minister is indeed a high-risk profession. Poincaré could not find anyone willing to be Prime Minister. Louis Bardo's son died in the just-concluded Battle of Ypres, so Louis Bardo was willing to be Prime Minister to avenge his son.
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"Why don't you reflect on the nonsense you have done? Is this your attitude towards heroes? They fought bloody battles for you, but you are not even qualified to dine in the restaurant. You cowards still have the nerve to spit out fragrance, Germans
We are invading French soil, ****ing your women, and plundering France’s wealth. Why don’t you go to the front lines to fight the Germans, but instead hide in rat holes and live an elusive existence? Bah! It’s shameless!”
Cole was on full fire. Five or six of his men stood up and opened their suits and stared at him. The restaurant manager was sweating profusely.
The security personnel who can work beside Christian are all strong men with a height of more than 1.9 meters and a weight of more than 190. Only with such a figure can they have enough deterrence. Even if they are used as human shields, they are still thinner than their bodies.
people are more qualified.
Therefore, five or six strong men of similar stature standing together on the door panel are still very visual. These people have blood on their hands. If they go crazy, they can wash the entire restaurant with blood.
There are already customers sneaking to the front desk to check out.
"I'm very sorry, of course they can eat in the restaurant -" the manager immediately calmed down the matter. Although Cole was the only one losing his temper, from where the strong men were standing, it was clear that Christian, who was still eating, was the real owner.
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Living in a foreign place, raising a foreign body, status and environment can really change a person's temperament. Christian, who has become a billionaire, is no longer the poor guy who lives in the dark prison of Robben Island.
Even if he doesn't speak, others will not ignore him.
Christian was indeed calm and composed. When Cole was furious, Christian was eating as if nothing had happened. Although it looked good, the steak was actually not that delicious, just like in Rock's restaurant.
Just as pious.
"Let them sit here with me, I will dine with them, give them the same set meal as mine, and give me a bottle of champagne -" Christian looked at the guests around him who dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, and decided
Be generous: "Give everyone a bottle. I am a guest. I am also from southern Africa. I have to say that you really shouldn't treat your heroes like this. They are not French, but when France needs it most
Coming to France from southern Africa thousands of miles away, you should respect them and everyone who is willing to shed blood for justice."
These words were so politically correct that when the restaurant manager was ashamed, the restaurant burst into warm applause. The guy who had been spitting out delicious food just now turned redder than a cooked prawn.
They may not know that they are wrong. After today, they may return to their old ways, but at this moment, they don't even dare to say anything.
I don’t know if they have the nerve to drink the champagne invited by Christian.
"Sir, thank you very much -" Two wounded soldiers were placed opposite Christian. Fanny pulled out a chair for the wounded soldiers. Cole was busy replacing clean tableware, and several strong men on the door panels were busy serving tea.
The waiters didn't even dare to come over to bring water, light cigarettes and pour wine.
"You're welcome. We are all Afrikaners and we should help each other. I have a good relationship with your General Don Juan. If General Don Juan were here, he would do the same." The wounded soldier's uniform sleeves said
"2" is embroidered on the white silk thread. Christian has good relations with many generals in southern Africa. Part of the real estate he purchased in Paris was the investment of the generals.
"Mr. Christian, I know you. You are the best businessman in southern Africa." Christian is also famous in southern Africa. A wounded soldier expressed his admiration.
"Don't say that, I'm just a businessman, but you are heroes. You will be worshiped by everyone when you return to southern Africa, but I am a profiteer in everyone's mouth -" Christian laughed at himself. In southern Africa, Christian was
The reputation among Chinese people is actually very good. It is true that they are traitors, but they have also done many good things. Many new immigrants came to southern Africa and lived in houses built by Christian's construction company. The environment is good and the quality is reliable. The key is
The price is not expensive either.
A meal was nothing to Christian, but it was written as a report and placed on Rock's desk in the evening.
Rock was very satisfied with Christian's handling. Christian not only maintained the dignity of the soldiers, but also compensated other guests. After the meal, he sent a car to take the soldiers back to the field hospital, and he would go there without any regrets.
The smoky London strives for greater interests in southern Africa.
Such Christian indeed deserves greater trust from Rock.