In military academies, instructors would often scold students, "You damn you", "You stinky shit", "Get your damn ass out and run", "You flies, rats, dung beetles"...
But not here, this is a military club.
Therefore, many people looked over here.
"Mike! Okay, okay, Mike!" Hill didn't want to make the matter a big deal. He knew that since Zhou Zhihan could come here, there must be a reason. He stepped forward and hugged Michael's shoulders with his left hand, and smiled at Zhou Zhihan with his right hand. He pressed down and made a gesture to appease his anger.
Zhou Zhihan drank the wine in his glass in one breath. He also didn't want to conflict with Mike in case Chennault saw him, and he didn't want to leave a bad impression on Chennault. When he returned to China in the future, he might work under Chennault.
State affairs are still the most important thing.
It's no big deal if a person can just hold back for a while. A man is a good man and can bend and stretch.
The overall situation is important!
Seeing Zhou Zhihan sitting in front of the bar, drinking and not talking, Mike was so proud that he just said that this Chinese student was afraid of him, so he didn't bother to argue with this kind of person anymore.
Ida Harndel knew that this incident was caused by herself. She sat alone and remained silent.
This quarrel ended in victory for the American officers.
"Hehe! This Chinese looks quite pitiful. He was treated like a salted fish in the military academy, and when he got here, he was almost kicked out. God! Save this kid!"
Another soldier who came with Mike and Hill saw that his companion had won, so he deliberately mocked Zhou Zhihan again in a moderate voice, and was stopped by Hill with a smile and his eyes.
"Yes! This Chinese international student was treated like a salty fish in school, and was almost kicked out of the military club when he arrived. He was embarrassed in front of everyone. It is pitiful enough. Let's stop talking about it."
A middle-aged man in casual clothes finished speaking, drank the wine in his glass, and went next door to play billiards.
Everyone thought that Zhou Zhihan was cowardly, and knowing that there was no excitement, they went to the girls to chat, drink, dance and smoke.
There were several officers beside him. They just heard that Zhou Zhihan was sent to the sergeant academy to practice physical fitness. The Chinese students who had not made any progress in the past three months were full of contempt for him.
Anyway, I came here just to drink, have fun, and relax.
then.
An older bald soldier, probably in his 30s, drank a little too much and said to everyone: "I heard from a friend who has been to China that Chinese soldiers are known as double-gun generals."
"Two-gun general?"
A sergeant was puzzled and shrugged his shoulders, "Do all Chinese soldiers use double guns?"
The bald man smiled: "Their soldiers are very strange, very thin, with yellow faces and skinny muscles. They carry a worn-out rifle on their backs and hold a long pipe in their hands, so they are called double-gun generals!"
"fuc...k..."
Several officers laughed. They had never heard of such a double-gun general, and they didn't understand why Chinese soldiers used long pipes.
Mike, who was drinking, suddenly said: "This is normal. Chinese soldiers all look short, thin, and sickly like salted fish. No wonder they have been bullied by the Japanese for a long time." As he spoke, he looked at Zhou Zhihan intentionally or unintentionally. , there was still provocation in his eyes. Just now, he asked Ida Harndel for a dance and was rejected again, and the anger in his heart came out naturally.
"Snapped!"
Zhou Zhihan drank all the beer in the cup, slammed it down on the table, then stood up and walked towards the door. He was worried that he would not be able to hold back his anger and beat up this idiot Mike and cause trouble.
After all, this is the territory of the United States, and attacking Japanese students and American officers are two different things.
And he still has a lot of important things to do tonight, and he can't delay his business because of this nonsense.
So, he decided to wait for Chennault and Major Jeff Hunter in front of the club.
Zhou Zhihan had just taken a few steps when his eyes suddenly flashed and a person stood in front of him.
"Fuck!" Zhou Zhihan cursed in Mandarin, "It's this idiot again!"
It was Mike again who stood in front of Zhou Zhihan.
"What time is it now? Are you a salty fish and you want to go back to the beach to bask in the sun?" Mike just said that Zhou Zhihan was afraid of him and blocked the way.
Salted fish basking in the sun, this sentence made some people laugh again.
Before coming to the club, Mike had already thought about how to take Ida Harndale to the hotel tonight. Who knew that a salty fish would come out halfway and delay his good deeds, so that Ida Harndel ignored him? Ignoring this made him jealous, and he was determined to make Zhou Zhihan lose face in front of Ida Harndel.
"Please get out of the way!" Zhou Zhi said coldly.
"I told you to get out just now, but you didn't. Now you want to get out yourself,"
Hearing someone arguing again and telling someone to get out, the officers and girls looked over again.
Zhou Zhihan suppressed the anger in his heart and smiled slightly: "Unripe grapes are sour, and ignorant people are angry! This is a military club, not anyone's personal private place, and no one has the right to let me go out or stay."
After saying that, Zhou Zhihan sat back at the bar and said to the young waiter: "Give me a glass of whiskey with ice!" without even looking at the idiot.
Labor and management still refuse to leave!
Mike did not expect that this Chinese would dare to speak to him like this. He took a few steps forward angrily and said with the dignity of an officer: "This is not a place for you Chinese to come. How did you get in here? Who let you in?" ? Damn it, I want you to get out of here right away!"
Zhou Zhi looked at Mike coldly, stood up, and took out the temporary special pass from his pocket with his left hand: "There is an old saying in China that dogs look down on others. I wonder if you can understand that this is a special pass!"
Mike reached for it with his right hand.
"Snapped!"
Zhou Zhihan stretched out his right hand and grabbed Mike's right hand like lightning: "This is a temporary special pass given to me by Major Jeff Hunter of the West Point Military Academy. I took it out just to stop some people from looking down on others. You, Not qualified to see it.”
What Zhou Zhihan said is absolutely correct. To enter the military club, you must pass the identity check of the guard at the door. Those who can enter here, such as warrant officers like Mike, are really not qualified to see.
Mike didn't expect that a Chinese student would dare to contradict him like this. He was very angry. With so many people looking this way, he couldn't stop it. Moreover, his wrist was grabbed by this Chinese student, which made him even more embarrassed.
He had just drank a few glasses of beer, and as he smelled of alcohol, his energy increased greatly.
"Fuck!" Mike shook it hard, trying to break free from Zhou Zhihan's hand, and continued to grab the special pass. No matter whether it was real or fake, he would tear it off first to save his face, and then he would say that he suspected that the Chinese were forging the special pass. , he wanted to check, and the pass was torn up during the dispute.
However, Mike shook it hard and did not shake off Zhou Zhihan's hand. Zhou Zhihan's hand shook slightly.
This time, a judgment was immediately made!
Everyone saw Mike trying to shake off the Chinese's palm, but the Chinese's palm only moved slightly and still held Mike's wrist tightly.
Holding the opponent's wrist with your hand is equivalent to holding the opponent's wrist with your palm during an arm wrestling match.
Mike exerted force again, trying to pull his arm back, but he felt that the opponent's grip was surprisingly strong, and he couldn't shake it at all, and his wrist was aching.
Zhou Zhihan had a sneer on his lips and looked at Mike with a mocking and provocative look.
Everyone looked at the two people and their wrists.
Mike is tall and burly, with a slender Chinese figure.
From a physical point of view, Mike's weight has the absolute upper hand.
All the soldiers present could see that this was a silent confrontation!
Suddenly the place was silent and no one spoke.
Silent confrontation doesn't mean it's not exciting!
At this moment, thin beads of sweat appeared on Mike's forehead. He tried his best twice in a row, but failed to free his arm from the Chinese man's hand. He lost face to the extreme.
Mike wanted to hit him with his left fist, but he immediately gave up the idea. Once his right hand loosened his strength and his left fist had no time to punch, his body would be pulled by the opponent, which would be even more embarrassing.
Zhou Zhihan held Mike's wrist with his right hand and put the special pass into his pocket with his left hand. He looked at Mike and said slowly: "Chinese people follow the golden mean and treat others with kindness and kindness, but Chinese people are never afraid of strong enemies."
As soon as Zhou Zhihan finished speaking, his right hand suddenly exerted force and swung to the right. He pressed down first and then swung it. A strong force led Mike to stagger and bend forward for a few steps. Finally, he could not stand still. , knelt on the ground on one knee, and when he stood up again, his face was flushed.
