"Why do you, a Mexican, come to see me?" Major Harding leaned on the high chair, with his legs on the desk, and sneered at Rubin who came to visit him, with the ridicule and contempt in his words ready to come out.
Normally, when Rubin goes out to do business, he always has a lot of anxiety and caution. Because the boss of the Enclave controls all the resources in the city, if he accidentally offends him, he will be in big trouble. But today he found the Enclave's boss stationed in Progreso Port.
The manager's expression was slightly more natural.
"Mr. Harding, our Lord Governor invites you tomorrow night..." Rubin tried to make his smile reflect an attitude of neither arrogance nor humility, but the power gained by the 'Enclave' personnel in recent months still made him subconsciously
He bent down.
Even though he was so respectful, Major Harding, who held the power of port management, immediately interrupted: "I received the invitation you sent. But I'm sorry, I'm not free."
He said 'sorry', but there was no hint of 'sorry' on Harding's face. Instead, he teased and said: "The governor who told you is staying in his governor's mansion.
Don't dwell on things you shouldn't have. We all know what he wants to do, but he won't succeed.
We, the Enclave, have always been very generous and will reserve some dignity for him. But..., his offense to His Excellency Lula has aroused our disgust and irritation. I know that he persuaded the headquarters to send an inspection team to Merida to investigate.
, but I have to say that his little cleverness is too ridiculous.
Although Mr. Lula's management style is a bit rough, I still agree with his ability. So I think Mr. Alfonso had better stop making trouble, otherwise... It's not a big deal to change the governor. Anyway, it's not a big deal for Mr. Alfonso.
Any Mexican under my command can do better than him. Do you think so? Hahaha..."
When Lieutenant Colonel Harding spoke, he didn't even look at Rubin who was bowing his head. He was trimming his nails with a nail clipper in his hand. After he finished speaking, he waved his hand casually, indicating that this was his attitude.
He said lightly to Rubin, "Tell your governor what I say, and you can go away."
Faced with this arrogant and unreasonable attitude, Rubin couldn't help but feel angry. In the past, he could only swallow his anger and leave silently, because he was just a disadvantaged Mexican who relied on the Enclave for food, drink, and diarrhea.
Charity can't harden one's waist at all. But the situation is different now...
"Mr. Harding, actually I am sending you a few gifts on behalf of our Governor this time. Our Governor has said that regardless of whether you come to the ball tomorrow or not, these gifts are his friendly attitude towards you." Rubin
Too lazy to be too polite and mincing words, he decided to go straight to the killing weapon.
"A gift? Hahaha..., what gift can a guy who is trapped in the Governor's Mansion and can only act as a puppet give me? Does he want to give me his woman?
Boy, you have to know that I am the port manager of Progreso, and the transportation of materials in the entire Yucatan region needs to go through me. I don’t think that your governor can give me anything. As long as the materials are rich, I will
He is the king here."
Major Harding's position is very important, and the port management authority he holds is an excellent position to make money. He does not control the life and death of the residents of the entire Yucatan area like Lula, but from another perspective, he controls the entire Yucatan area.
The fate of everyone in the area.
Hearing that Rubin was about to give a gift to Governor Alfonso, the Major laughed happily. His voice resounded throughout the entire office. Even the guards behind him looked at Rubin with disdain. But the laughter could not be sustained.
After a while, several swallowing sounds with Adam's apple suddenly appeared, also made by the guards.
This sound is like a greedy insect discovering a good thing that he has longed for, instigating the owner's strong desire and desire to possess it. The sound is so loud that even Major Harding's laughter cannot be covered up, and it is clearly audible.
"Is the gift special? What is it?" Harding looked back at the guards behind him strangely, and then at Rubin who was groveling in front of him. He leaned on the chair with his legs crossed, and even if he raised his head, he couldn't see the desk behind him.
The blocked area. And just under that area, Rubin seemed to be carrying something out of a box.
The sound of jingling bells sounded like the slight collision of glass bottles, and Harding's mind immediately recalled the familiar scene - the action of the bartender holding the bottle and pouring wine in the bar. This scene was common in the past, but is almost extinct now.
.At least you can’t see it in Mexico anymore.
Westerners have a strong bar culture, and going to a bar for a drink when they have free time is a social activity performed by both men, women, and children.
Wine is a necessity of life for Westerners. But in the wasteland it is difficult to even have a full stomach. Drinking is already an extremely luxurious behavior for many people. The key is that it is difficult to get it now even if you have status and power.
Got drunk.
In the past few months, the 'Enclave' has been desperately searching for living resources in Mexico, and all kinds of supplies are being transported to the United States. In the early days, Major Harding could still see supplies such as rum from the transportation list, but
Wine is now extinct long ago.
Especially in the cold weather in winter, there is an even stronger need for Westerners to have a drink. It is the best way to eliminate worries, reduce stress, and even reconcile the body and mind - but the problem is that there is no wine!
Harding's own Adam's apple twitched. In just a second or two, many thoughts came to his mind repeatedly - was it really wine? It couldn't be possible? Even if there was wine, it wouldn't be possible for him to appear in Ah
Fang Suo, this loser. 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…….
Bang bang..., two large wine bottles were placed on the desk following Rubin's movements. He expressed his full temper through this movement, which was mixed with displeasure, anger, pride and ridicule.
.He was waiting to see the self-proclaimed noble Major Harding prostrate himself in front of a bottle of wine.
The whiskey Zhou Qingfeng brought did not disappoint Rubin, it was powerful enough.
The moment the guess was revealed, the guesses and doubts in Major Harding's heart quickly disappeared. His original pride disappeared, and the idea of 'drinking a drink' popped up like a thunder, and the strong craving for alcohol urged him to drink quickly.
Take a bite.
For a group of people who are accustomed to drinking, not drinking alcohol for several months is really a hellish torment. Major Harding almost felt that he had been forced to give up drinking, and his need for alcohol had gradually faded. But now
He knew that it was not dilution, but accumulation to a certain level, waiting for a fierce outbreak.
"'Supreme' brand whiskey, I have never heard of this brand." Major Harding was a little careless about his manners. He jumped up from his chair and grabbed a bottle of wine. After taking a look at the bottle, he said nothing.
He said he would open the cap of the bottle with a bottle opener and took a big gulp into his mouth.
ah……!
After finishing the drink, Harding burped happily and stared at the bottle with incredulous eyes, as if he was still confirming that what he drank was really whiskey. Then he raised his head and laughed three times, shouting cheeringly: "This wine
It’s awesome, I feel like my soul is going to heaven and God is with me.”