"Uh, what? Charles wants to toast me? Did I hear correctly?" Yan Xiong was stunned.
Others also looked at Charles with a smile on his face in astonishment, wondering what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.
You know, in everyone's impression, Charles has always been arrogant and domineering, and he has always looked down upon the Chinese police detectives like them. How could he be so proactive and enthusiastic?
After all, Yan Xiong is an old fox who has been cultivating for many years and is about to become a spirit. He was stunned for a moment and immediately put on a frightened and flattered expression. He cupped his fists towards Charles and said: "Dear Superintendent, you toast me, how dare I, Yan Xiong, do it? It should be me.
I’ll give you a toast!”
"Hahaha! We are all colleagues! I am treating you today just to get to know each other, without mentioning the relationship between superiors and subordinates! Detective Yan, please take a seat, why don't we officially start the dinner!"
Charles, who is well versed in Chinese table culture, snapped his fingers and asked the waiter to bring all the prepared meals and drinks!
A moment.
The table is full of food, abalone fin and belly, and foreign wine Remy Martin XO.
Charles picked up his chopsticks and invited everyone to eat together. During this period, he only talked about some anecdotes about British customs and did not mention anything about what happened in Hong Kong.
At this time, the level of everyone at the dinner table is revealed.
Lan Gang looks heartless, he should be eating and drinking!
Han Sen is very steady, whether he is eating vegetables or drinking, he only tastes it lightly.
Yan Xiong, on the other hand, had a smile on his face. No matter whether he was moving chopsticks or a wine glass, he would always ask Charles for instructions with his small eyes, giving people a respectful look.
However, Chen Zhichao still maintained his attitude as chief inspector. In addition to showing a little respect to Charles, he looked condescending to Yan Xiong and others.
…
After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.
At this time the steamed Eastern Star Banana comes up.
Turn the turntable on the dining table so that the fish head is pointed at Detective Yan Xiong.
Charles asked the waitress to pour Yan Xiong "fish head wine" according to Chinese food tradition.
Unexpectedly, the waitress was new here and didn't know how to pour this kind of wine.
When Charles heard this, he slapped him away!
Snap!
The waitress was beaten until blood came from the corner of her mouth.
Everyone was shocked.
The originally harmonious and warm atmosphere was instantly interrupted by Charles's slap in the face without any warning!
No one expected that Charles, who looked like a gentleman just now, would be so perverted that he would hit someone if he didn't get what he wanted.
The waitress was also stunned, covering her face with tears falling down her face.
Charles took out a napkin and wiped his hands as if nothing had happened. He crumpled the napkin into a ball and threw it away. He said, "What the hell? As a waiter, I don't know how to pour fish head wine. This is the same as how we, the police, don't know how to catch thieves."
What’s the difference?!”
Lan Gang held the wine glass and tilted it towards the angry Charles.
Han Sen had a cold face and didn't know what he was thinking.
Chen Zhichao also took out a tissue and wiped his hands without saying a word.
Yan Xiong couldn't sit still anymore, so he quickly stood up and said, "Fish head wine, I don't care if I don't drink it!"
"How can this be done? Detective Yan, you are the distinguished guest I invited. If you can't even drink a glass of fish head wine, where will the reputation of Charles be put if word spreads?" Charles said, picking up the Rémy Martin XO.
He handed it to the waitress and ordered: "Pour him a drink!"
With tears in her eyes, the waitress poured a glass and handed it to Yan Xiong, choking with sobs: "Please, please drink!"
"What's the name of this cup?" Charles asked.
"Call..." the waitress couldn't say.
Bang! Charles slapped her mouth again, "If you can't scream, how can Inspector Yan drink?"
"It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter!" Yan Xiong hurriedly took the wine glass and said with a flattering smile on his face: "It doesn't matter if you can't say it out loud! The wine is the same when you drink it in your stomach!" After that, he drank it all!
Charles smiled, "I didn't expect Inspector Yan to be so sympathetic to her!" Then he glared at the waitress again.
The waitress immediately poured another glass and handed it to Yan Xiong.
Yan Xiong was stunned for a moment, then took it and drank it in one gulp!
The wine glasses used by Remy Martin were not small wine glasses for white wine, but large XO wine glasses. After drinking these two glasses, Yan Xiong felt as if his throat was on fire and his internal organs were boiling.
I thought that Charles would stop after asking the waitress to pour two glasses, but unexpectedly, Charles asked the waitress to pour five glasses in one go!
Yan Xiong held his breath and drank all five glasses in one breath!
Then, he died!
I can’t stand it anymore!
Charles looked at Yan Xiong's expression of being unable to bear it, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on his face. This was considered punishment for the old fox's deliberate tardiness!
"Detective Yan, how does this fish head wine taste?" Charles asked Yan Xiong with a smile as he picked up the wine glass.
At this moment, Chen Zhichao, Han Sen, Lan Gang, and the two police officers Guilao who were accompanying the drink all realized that this was Charles deliberately grooming Xiong.
Of course Yan Xiong also noticed it. He choked on the strong wine with tears and said with a smile: "It tastes very good! Ahem! Thank you Superintendent Charles for the toast!"
Charles smiled, drank down the glass in his hand, and then said to Yan Xiong: "Do you know, in fact, my favorite Chinese saying is, it's called Baa, if you don't drink a toast, you will be punished with a fine drink!"
Yan Xiong shook his head and said with a wry smile: "To be honest, this penalty drink really doesn't taste good!"
"Hahaha!" Charles threw the wine glass on the dining table and laughed wantonly.
…
"You know the situation in Hong Kong better than me!" Charles lit a cigar and stared at Yan Xiong, Han Sen and Lan Gang with his green eyes.
"Lei Luo wants to play with me, so I will play with him! But I don't want to see you buried with him!"
"Superintendent Charles, what do you say?" Yan Xiong wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin and asked carefully.
Charles smiled arrogantly, leaned on the chair, and puffed out thick smoke at Yan Xiong: "You are making such a big noise just to make me feel the pressure and let the superiors suppress me, but have you ever thought about it, if you do this again?
Go down, it’s our British Empire’s garrison in Hong Kong that should be dispatched!”
Yan Xiong and others had moved expressions.
After all, there cannot be chaos in Hong Kong, and Britain may actually take the initiative to station troops.
"So in the end you all have one word, lose! Follow Lei Luo and lose completely!" Charles observed the words and knew that he had hit the mark on Yan Xiong and others.
He changed the subject: "To be honest! This time I was actually just fighting with Lei Luo. He, Inspector Zonghua, is so majestic that even I don't take him seriously! As for the three of you, and Inspector Chen Zhichao,
I have always wanted to make good friends and become friends!"
Yan Xiong's eyes flashed.
Lan Gang took out a cigarette and bit it on his mouth.
Han Sen expressionlessly fiddled with the lighter in his hand.
"As for the rumors circulating outside that I will fire you and take away your power, they are all false!" Charles pointed at Yan Xiong and others with his cigar between his fingers, "I can guarantee with my personality that I have not done anything from the beginning to the end.
