"Sergeant Pearson, what do you think we should do about this matter?" Shen Zhifeng said.
Hearing that the visitor was the lieutenant colonel director of the Secrecy Bureau, Pearson did not dare to be too presumptuous and said defensively: "I drank too much and I don't remember what happened!"
"Thankfully the others are sober. If you don't remember, others will remember!" Shen Zhifeng turned around and said to Cuihong: "Pearson asked you to dance. Not only did he not pay, but he also beat you. Is that true?"
Cuihong covered the bruises on her face and said angrily: "That's right! Many people can prove it."
Shen Zhifeng nodded and said to Manager Wang: "Who caused the damage?"
Manager Wang said truthfully: "It's all Pearson."
"Why is he breaking things?"
"He injured Cuihong, but our people stopped him from leaving, so he just smashed things randomly."
“Is it going to have an impact on the dance club business?”
"It must be true. He scared away many customers by making such a fuss..."
"Calculate how much the loss caused by this to the ballroom would be equivalent to."
"Okay, okay."
The losses are easy to calculate, and the damaged objects will be compensated according to the price. As for the impact on the business, as a manager, he will naturally be aware of it.
Ten minutes later, Manager Wang came over, handed Shen Zhifeng a note, and said: "Sir, the total is 3.5 million, oh, including Cuihong's medical expenses."
Shen Zhifeng made a mental calculation and said to Pearson: "According to the bank exchange rate, you will probably need to pay US$500 to compensate for the damage to the ballroom."
Pearson stared at Shen Zhifeng with a pair of bull's eyes, looking at Shen Zhifeng up and down, as if looking at a mental patient, and said: "Your Excellency, Lieutenant Colonel, I suggest that you should see a psychiatrist!"
Manager Wang hurriedly came over and whispered: "Sir, we don't need that much. The bank's exchange rate cannot be calculated. As you know, the French currency is depreciating too fast..."
Shen Zhifeng interrupted him and said, "Then how much did you say?"
"About, about 80 US dollars..." Manager Wang said uncertainly: "Are you asking Pearson to compensate for this money?"
"What else?"
"I think it's better to forget it, as long as he promises not to do this again..."
"A rogue's guarantee, are you willing to believe it? If you don't let him compensate this time, he will definitely get worse next time!"
"...Just do whatever you say."
Among the American soldiers in Yanjin, Pearson's Chinese was pretty good. After hearing the conversation between the two, he got up and walked out again. Several policemen immediately stopped him.
"I am an American soldier, and you Chinese police have no right to detain me!" Pearson roared angrily, waving the bottle in his hand.
Shen Zhifeng said calmly: "Yes, the Chinese police have no right to detain you. Then do you want me to call General Rocky and see what his attitude is towards this matter?"
Pearson sneered: "Call General Rocky? Lieutenant Colonel, you have such a strong tone!"
Shen Zhifeng thought for a moment and said: "5301, I remember this is the number? Otherwise, can I try?"
The Secret Bureau often handles matters related to the US military. Shen Zhifeng, as the director of the intelligence department, naturally knows the number of the US military headquarters in Yanjin.
Pearson was taken aback, and he also remembered that the people from the Bureau of Secrecy did have this power. If he really called General Rocky, it was hard to say what kind of punishment he would receive!
With Qiao Muchai's warning in advance, of course Shen Zhifeng would not make a big deal out of the matter. He was just trying to scare Pearson. It would be best if he could scare him. If he couldn't, that would be the only way.
"...I don't have any money with me, can I send it to you tomorrow?" Pearson weighed the pros and cons and finally chose to compromise.
"After today's work is over, you can call and ask your colleagues to send money."
Shen Zhifeng knew in his heart that there would be no shop like this after passing this village. He had to strike while the iron was hot. With this guy's temperament, he would definitely refuse to admit it tomorrow.
Pearson was helpless and glanced at Shen Zhifeng bitterly, walked to the bar, picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers.
The military salary of a sergeant in the US military is US$55 per month, plus various allowances, the total does not exceed US$60. This compensation is not a small sum for him.
Half an hour later, an American soldier delivered $80.
Pearson twisted the banknotes one by one, held them in his hand, and said, "Your Excellency, Lieutenant Colonel, can I go?"
"Of course. Leave the money and you can leave at any time." Shen Zhifeng said.
Pearson looked at Shen Zhifeng with provocative eyes. He loosened his fingers and green banknotes fell to the ground. Then he pushed aside the policeman blocking him and walked out of Paramount with his head held high.
Zhao Zhuo tried to step forward to argue, but Shen Zhifeng stopped him and said, "Forget it, I just told him that as long as he keeps the money, he can leave."
The ballroom was silent for a while, then suddenly burst into warm applause.
Ever since the U.S. military was stationed in Yanjin, a vicious incident would occur almost every half month or so, and each time it would be ignored. It has never happened before that the American soldier was forced to surrender like today.
Not long ago, a coachman pulled a drunk American soldier, and they had an argument because they couldn't understand each other. The American soldier cut off five of the coachman's fingers with a military dagger and then fled back to the military camp.
Although there were witnesses, it was difficult to obtain evidence. The police did not have the right to enter the military camp. The US military also denied that such an incident had happened. In the end, the government paid a sum of money to appease the unfortunate coachman.
Similar incidents occur one after another, and it is always the Chinese who suffer.
The matter was resolved satisfactorily. Manager Wang was very happy and called Zhou Mingwei over and murmured a few words in a low voice.
As soon as Shen Zhifeng and Zhao Zhuo walked out of the ballroom, Zhou Mingwei quickly chased them out, stuffed a few ballroom tickets over them, and said, "Sir, this is Manager Wang's wish. If you have time, come and sit down."
After staying in Yan'an for a long time, Shen Zhifeng was very uncomfortable with this kind of thing, so he quickly declined and said: "What are you doing, take it back quickly!"
Zhou Mingwei said: "Don't think too much about it. This is a hospitality ticket from Paramount. It is often given to guests. I hope you will come often and Boss Jin will be happy."
Zhao Zhuo advised from the side: "Director Shen, it's nothing. When I was in the Yan'an Drama Club, I often gave out these kind of hospitality coupons to acquaintances."
Shen Zhifeng said oh, looked at Zhou Mingwei, and said, "Thank you then."
"You're welcome, sir, please go slowly." Zhou Mingwei bowed to see him off.
After getting in the car, Zhao Zhuo said: "Director, you must be more careful in the future."
Shen Zhifeng was stunned for a moment and said, "What are you careful about?"
"Be careful with that American soldier, the way I look at him..."
"Humph, what can he do to me? If he does it again, he won't be so polite!"