The time came in the early morning of November 2nd.
The Western restaurant on the second floor of Chinachem Hotel was already full of people.
After the Songhu Battle broke out, with the large influx of refugees, the public concessions showed an abnormal prosperity.
Even the most luxurious luxury hotels like the Chinachem Hotel are now overcrowded, and the Western restaurants are even more crowded.
Sophia took a plate and put two pieces of dough on it, and took a glass of milk. When she was about to find a seat, she saw Reeves waving to her in the corner of the restaurant: Hi, Sophia.
As expected, the tall Lotov sat next to Reeves.
These two people are also interesting, they compete with each other but are inseparable.
Just like England and Russia, the predecessor of the Soviet Union, they have been in love and fighting each other for hundreds of years.
Sophia smiled, carried the plate and walked to sit next to the two of them, saying good morning with a smile.
It's getting late now. Reeves shook his head, pointed to the Miller Review on the table and said: "Sofia, your article is too exaggerated. It is destined to be extraordinary and shock the world. Such words are actually used. , he just commanded an insignificant small-scale battle, and the battle is not over yet. This comment is too exaggerated."
"Really? I don't think so. I just feel that one day he will really shake the world." Sophia thought to herself, if severity cannot shake the world, how can it prove that I have unique insight? How else am I going to win the Albert London Prize and the Pulitzer Prize? I, Sophia, am destined to be the queen of news, and this is all a foreshadowing.
It's just a few nice words and it doesn't cost money, so why not?
At this time, Lotov asked: "Is this Jun really a returned overseas Chinese? From which country did he come back?"
Sophia shrugged and said, "I don't know if he is a returned overseas Chinese, but I know that universities in China will definitely not be able to teach students like him."
"Student?" Reeves asked in shock, "Why did you become a student again?"
"He is very knowledgeable and has all kinds of allusions and proverbs at his fingertips. I'm sure he has a higher education."
"How do you know that Chinese universities can't teach students like him? Is this serious person really so special?"
"Yes, it's very special. I have never seen a Chinese like this. You can't feel the Weiwei or humbleness of other Chinese in him. This guy has confidence in his bones."
"You mean he is very confident and not at all inferior to other Chinese people?"
"Speaking of confidence may not be enough to describe it. He even communicated with me with a overlooking mentality."
Sophia finished the bread in a hurry, drank the milk quickly, and then stood up with her satchel. She had to rush to Sihang Warehouse to participate in this morning's negotiations.
She was worried that Langdale would mess things up.
Because she knew very well that Langdale, the cowboy of Miguo, was just a second-generation ancestor. He was obviously just a weakling, but he still thought that he was a legendary hero who could save the world.
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Sophia's understanding of Langdale is still not comprehensive enough.
This Miguo cowboy usually looks carefree, but when he gets down to business he still has a decent manner.
For this morning's negotiations, Langdale had done everything possible. He not only asked the Royal Rifles of England to send a company to line up on the North XZ Road as a deterrent, but also asked the United States Navy to mobilize six landing craft, fully loaded with the United States Marine Corps. The soldiers lined up on the Suzhou River south of Sihang Warehouse.
Langdale did this, of course, to put pressure on Yan Yan.
This is the consistent tactic of the Unsa barbarians: extreme pressure!
Or to put it another way, we negotiate with you from a position of strength.
According to their logic, there is only one reason why the negotiations cannot be concluded, and that is that the demonstration of strength has not been in place.
So before the next negotiation, they will continue to increase the pressure until the negotiating opponent succumbs to the pressure.
After setting up his battle array, Landale stepped on high-top boots with steel wheel spurs and carried a Colt revolver. He walked from the cigarette shop into the east building hall of Sihang Warehouse with steps that he didn't recognize.
At this time, Langdale felt good about himself, not inferior to his grandfather at all.
However, as soon as he entered the door, Langdale saw seven bloody men lined up.
Judging from the military uniforms on these seven bloody men, they should be seven captured Japanese soldiers.
These seven Japanese soldiers were tied back to pillars and were completely unrecognizable because their faces, chests, abdomen, arms and legs were all filled with holes, which turned into sieves.
Obviously, these were all stabbed to death by the national army with bayonets.
Langdale couldn't help but swallowed, thinking that the Chinese seemed to be quite ruthless.
But trying to scare him back with just this little battle is wishful thinking.
At this moment, Langdale walked into the lobby on the first floor of the west building through the small door in the middle wall with steps that he did not recognize.
I saw that a rectangular table had been placed in the hall on the first floor of the west building. At the north end of the rectangular table, a luxurious French palace sofa was placed, and a person, a young Chinese, was already sitting on it.
Needless to say, this person must be the person being negotiated today: Jun.
A Chinese who is said to have an overseas background, but so what?
There is just a small bench placed at the south end of this rectangular table.
Seeing this scene, Langdale had a disdainful sneer on his lips.
As a descendant of a western cowboy, how could he let a Chinese manipulate him?
It seems that it is necessary to give this yellow-skinned monkey who does not know the heights of the sky a show of strength first.
Pointing in the direction of the east building, Langdale said coldly: "The Geneva Convention clearly stipulates that the torture of prisoners of war is prohibited, but you Chinese openly tortured and killed Japanese prisoners of war. Do you still have any humanitarian spirit?"
The accompanying English translator was just about to translate, but the harsh person on the other side responded directly in English.
"Humanitarianism? Are you Anglo-Saxon bastards worthy of talking about humanitarianism? When you were wantonly massacring Indians on the North American continent, did you ever talk about humanitarianism? Back then, you were wantonly oppressing Chinese workers and expelling them. Did you ever talk about humanity when your bones were spread under the railway tracks? When you carried foreign guns and marched into Beijing, wantonly looting our property and insulting our sisters, did you ever talk about humanity?"
Langdale was immediately speechless. There was really no way to refute this.
When it comes to anti-humanism, Angsa people have more shit under their butts than anyone else.
It's just that the Angsa people have the hegemony of public opinion, and other ethnic groups can't make a sound.
After a long time, Langdale finally came to his senses and changed the subject: "No more gossiping. I am not here to discuss humanitarianism with you today, but to negotiate with you from a position of strength."
"You must have seen the Royal Rifles of England arrayed on North XZ Road."
"You must also have seen the Marine Corps of the United States of America parked on the Suzhou River."
"As long as we are willing, the warriors of the Royal Rifles of England and the cowboys of the Marine Corps of the United States can rush into the Sixing Warehouse at any time. At that time, it will no longer be a negotiation, but a trial. Do you understand?"
As Langdale spoke, he walked back and forth around the table, seemingly unintentionally, but actually consciously quietly approaching Jun Yan, who was sitting at the other end of the rectangular table. When he finished speaking, the two were less than two meters apart when he stopped.
There was a look of contempt on Yan Yan's lips and he said, "Okay, let them come."
Landale was straight out of it, man, you should be scared right now.
But on the surface, Langdale acted extremely tough and yelled: "Do you think we don't dare?"
When he said this, Langdale pretended to be angry and took a step forward, and he was already less than one meter away from Yan Yan.
Then without waiting for Yan Yan to reply, Langdale slid around behind the French palace sofa, pulled out the Colt revolver from the holster on his waist with his right hand, and pressed the muzzle of the gun against Jun Yan's temple.
Upon seeing this, the national troops guarding both sides of the hall raised their rifles in unison.
"Don't move!" Langdale shouted sternly, "I will kill anyone who dares to move!"
The national troops guarding both sides really didn't dare to move anymore, as if they were trying to avoid the enemy.
"Cunning Chinese, didn't you think of that?" Langdale hooked Jun Jun's neck with his left hand, held the Colt revolver in his right hand against Jun Jun's right temple, then leaned into Jun Jun's ear and said with a proud face, "You must I didn’t expect that a Miguo cowboy like me can not only use his fists, but also his brain. Isn’t it surprising?”
"So, what do you want?" Yan Jun could still laugh at this time.
"My request is very simple. Let your people remove the flat-fire cannon on the second floor of the east building immediately!" Langdale poked his temple twice with a pistol, and shouted sternly, "My patience is limited, let you do it quickly." The people did as they were told.”
