Mike became angry because he was humiliated this time. He wanted to regain his face, but he was afraid that his opponent was too powerful. He just flicked it lightly, but he couldn't resist it. If he continued to fight, he might not be able to get any benefits, but If you don't fight, it would be too embarrassing to kneel down just now.
Hill quickly went up to persuade him, and another companion also went up and put his arm around his shoulders, and whispered to him not to fight in the club. There were many senior officers here, and fighting would have a great impact on his future. He would slowly look for opportunities in the future. Fix this salted fish.
The two knew that in the silent wrestling just now, Mike was no match for the Chinese students in terms of strength.
Soldiers all know that in the face of absolute power, all technology is useless.
With the persuasion of two companions, Mike found the steps to go down the stage. He pointed at Ida Harndel and shouted at Zhou Zhihan: "She is just a cousin, cousin, fuck! Damn it, we'll see!" "
At this moment, a major host stood in front of the microphone and spoke. Through the radio, it spread to every corner of the military club.
“Ladies and gentlemen, good evening! Welcome to the Military Club.
In order to increase the joyful atmosphere of the party, as usual, we will randomly select a few lucky winners from time to time during the party. "
The soldiers are talking about which lucky ones will get the rewards tonight!
The prizes are nothing more than rich daily necessities, or US dollars ranging from two to three hundred, three to four hundred, four to five hundred dollars.
Thinking of getting a few hundred dollars in US dollars, the officers all hoped that good luck would come to them. With these few hundred dollars, they could find a lot of call girls this month.
The major presided over the school and continued.
“What’s different from usual is that tonight, our organizing committee has set up three additional grand prizes as the finale of the night.
The prizes are rich!
However, the winner of the special grand prize is no longer randomly selected, but must be won by his or her own strength! "
Hearing that there was a special prize, the officers began to discuss what kind of prize it would be, but everyone was sure that it would at least be more valuable than the randomly drawn prizes.
After everyone had finished discussing, the major continued with a smile: "There are 100 sets of numbers here on the rostrum. After each contestant reads the numbers in turn, turn around three times, then take a pen and write down the number you remember. Write your name, fold the paper and stuff it into the box.
Before the party ends, we will select the three with the best memory among all the contestants. As the winners tonight, they will receive unexpected rewards! Prizes galore! Remember, the prizes are huge!
All of you here are elite leaders in the military. If anyone is willing to go on stage to participate in the competition, please line up in the hall and pass by the podium in turn. "
Many officers who thought they had good memories began to line up, preparing to go on stage to show off their memories and win big prizes.
Military clubs, even though they are a place that enriches the spare time life of soldiers, are also a place for soldiers to showcase their talents. The winner of a memory competition like this may also be spotted by the military leaders and rise from obscurity to skyrocketing.
Zhou Zhihan looked at his watch and saw that it was almost eight o'clock. Chennault and Major Jeff Hunter had not arrived yet, so he ordered another beer.
"Sir, are you waiting for someone?"
The young bartender saw Zhou Zhihan sitting alone, looking outside the door and looking at his watch, so he asked with a smile.
"Yes!" Zhou Zhihan said with a smile, "If I hadn't waited for my two friends, I would have left here long ago!"
"Sir!" the young bartender asked, "just now, the officer said that you Chinese soldiers are all double-gun generals. Is this true? I think it is impossible!"
Zhou Zhihan smiled. He felt that the young bartender meant no harm, but was just curious: "Come! I'll buy you a drink, and then I'll chat with you slowly."
The young bartender smiled and poured himself a glass of beer. The Chinese student was very generous and a gentleman. He also admired the hand he showed just now.
"Dang!"
The two clinked their wine glasses.
"What the gentleman just said is right. There are some soldiers in the National Revolutionary Army who are known as double-gun generals, but they are only a very small number. They were magnified by that gentleman. Just like your American soldiers are of very high quality, but they also Just like there are officers who speak arrogantly and hurt others maliciously, in every country's army there are mostly good soldiers, but there are also a small number of soldiers with low quality."
The young bartender nodded, the Chinese student was telling the truth.
The soldiers lined up and walked towards the stage one by one. Mike came to the bar and sat down: "Bring me a glass of whiskey on the rocks!"
Zhou Zhihan pretended not to see him.
The young bartender prepared a glass of whiskey and placed it in front of Mike.
Mike drank it in one gulp, took out his money and slammed it on the bar, stood up, and turned around: "You know, she's just a bitch, she just likes your money, she won't like a Chinese. "
After Mike finished speaking, he turned around and left, lined up with two other partners, and walked towards the podium.
Zhou Zhihan looked at where Ida Harndele was sitting just now, but found no one. He glanced around and saw Ida Harndale walking towards the door alone with a gloomy look, apparently about to leave.
"Sir!" the young bartender said, "I just can't stand the look of a person like this. Since I am a small military officer, I usually see people with a lower rank than him showing a arrogant look. It was so cool to see him being thrown out by you just now!"
Zhou Zhihan smiled slightly, raised his glass and touched it with the other party.
"Hey!" Mike, who was a little drunk, whistled, "Chinese, come up and have a try."
Zhou Zhihan turned around, too lazy to pay attention to this kind of person.
Seeing that Zhou Zhihan was dismissive of him, Mike shouted: "Xianyu, you Chinese are short and thin, with yellow faces and skinny muscles, so you are called the sick man of East Asia by the Japanese. I also want to see if your IQ is also the sick man of East Asia?" "
Zhou Zhihan gulped down the beer in his glass and strode towards the stage.
If you really want to get slapped in the face, I will slap your face like a pig's head.
When the soldiers saw that another good show was going on, they started to boo.
The officers took the stage one after another.
On a row of tables on the rostrum, slips of paper were placed one after another, with numbers written on each slip.
There were several conference organizers nearby supervising.
The officers could not stop and slowly passed in front of the papers in order, memorizing the numbers on the papers. Then they walked to a large table under the rostrum, picked up the paper and pens prepared by the staff in advance, and walked around in place. After three rounds, he recorded the memorized numbers on the paper based on his memory, wrote his name and the unit he belonged to, folded the paper and stuffed it into a storage box.
There are also people supervising the storage boxes.
Zhou Zhihan only glanced at each piece of paper and walked over quickly. Before he reached the audience, he looked up and saw Major Jeff Hunter and a middle-aged man who had come in at some time and were sitting on a table. Look at him at the table.
Is this General Chennault, the legendary founder of the Flying Tigers?
Major Jeff Hunter said something to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man smiled and waved to Zhou Zhihan.
Zhou Zhihan was overjoyed and excited. This must be General Chennault, an old friend of the Chinese people in the future!
Jeff Hunter waved to Zhou Zhihan, then looked at his watch, spread his hands, shrugged, and pointed his palms at Chennault!
Zhou Zhihan understood that Major Jeff Hunter meant that Mr. Chennault had other matters and asked him to hurry over.
Zhou Zhihan was excited and walked quickly down the podium, hurrying towards Chennault and the others.
Mike's mocking voice came from behind: "Xianyu was afraid of failing, so he simply didn't write. It was also a very smart move."
