Infinite Sims

After listening to Zhuo Dazhi's explanation, Jiang Ren looked at the Korean table again.

The black waiter is not as tough as it appears on the surface.

Under the yelling and cursing in the federal language of the four Koreans, they retreated steadily.

The dissatisfied diners around, as well as the diner who complained just now, all quietly looked away at this time, and no one dared to help.

Seeing this, the four Koreans, two men and two women, became more and more arrogant.

They slapped the table frantically, poured out their own foul language, and reiterated that they were Chinese from time to time.

"The federal people brag about being number one in the world every day on the Internet, but in the end, something really happened, like a bitch."

Zhuo Dazhi cursed, stood up and shouted to the Koreans in Mandarin, "Guild sons, do you say you are from the Hua Kingdom?"

The sudden shout immediately attracted the attention of the people around him.

The four Koreans realized that Zhuo Dazhi was speaking in standard Chinese, so they couldn't help but stop shouting and looked over in panic.

They did not expect that they would meet a real Chinese from China at this time.

One of the Koreans with earrings rolled his eyes and smiled immediately: "That's right, we are all from Huaguo. I didn't expect you to be too. It's really a fellow countryman meeting a fellow countryman."

In order to avoid half-baked Chinese, revealing one's true nationality.

Except for the last "Fellow townsman sees fellow townsman".

Other words are replaced by Korean-flavored Federal language.

Another Chinese?

Some diners shook their heads secretly, eating faster.

The four of them are already so arrogant, and it's okay to add two more. Since they can't be provoked, it's better to finish eating and leave early.

"Turtle sons, whoever is your hometown, I am your father, no, I am your grandfather, no, you are not human."

Zhuo Dazhi judged that they had only learned a few words of Chinese, and immediately scolded with a smile: "I am the master of you Korean sticks. Are you happy to face me as the master?"

The man with earrings couldn't understand, and seeing the more puzzled expressions of his three companions, he had to force himself to say another sentence in Chinese based on the few words he understood: "Thank you, I am also very happy to meet you."

Undoubtedly, he was confused by Zhuo Dazhi's expression.

I thought that the other party was smiling and had a warm tone, and I was talking friendly words to them.

"Guigouzi, you are happy, but I, the master, am not so happy."

Zhuo Dazhi still had a friendly smile on his face.

While eating barbecue, Jiang Ren quietly enjoyed the skit-like conversation in front of him.

An already good appetite just got better.

After a few words.

The four Koreans vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

From Zhuo Dazhi's words, they heard a few Huaguoguo curses they had learned. It was obvious that this man was not communicating with them in a friendly way, but scolding them blatantly.

Because he was worried that his pretending to be a Chinese would be exposed.

They didn't dare to curse back, so they quickly changed the subject, checked out and prepared to leave.

"Is this going?"

Zhuo Dazhi switched to Federal language, and said with a half-smile: "Just now I said that you are the son of a turtle and a dog, and you all recognized it. You said that I am your master, and you also agreed. Why are you leaving now, but you don't tell the master?" I say hello?"

The diners around looked confused.

Judging from his fluent Chinese, he should be a genuine Chinese.

But according to what he said now, don't those four noisy men and women who claim to be from the Chinese country not understand the Chinese language?

The man with the earrings had an ugly expression on his face, and he opened his mouth to curse.

"Forget it, Brother Zhilong."

Seeing the eyes of the people around him looking like a clown, the three Koreans next to him hurriedly pulled him, wanting to leave this place quickly.

Now that it has been exposed, the longer you stay, the more embarrassing it will be.

Clap clap!

Zhuo Dazhi clapped his palms and added: "As expected of a person from Korea, the country of thieves, and the country of counterfeit and shoddy goods, he wanted to run away when things were exposed."

The next moment, other people's voices sounded around.

"It turns out that they are from Korea, no wonder they are so rude."

"It's such a disgusting country with a net production of this disgusting garbage."

"I just said how the Hua people would talk about Xiba when chatting. It turned out to be a fake."

"Not polite, and want to blame this uncivilized behavior on other countries, despicable bedbugs."

"Their country is a colony of our Federation. They dare to be so arrogant. They are really a bunch of arrogant people."

"Go away! Koreans!"

The diners around changed their previous cowardly image and sneered at the four Koreans.

Several people even clenched their fists and cursed directly, as if they wanted to vent all the depression just now.

"With just a small flame, the wood will burn itself."

Jiang Ren watched this scene silently, picked up the water glass in front of him, and finished the soda in it.

Now this scene of indignation.

It is inseparable from the first sentence he said first, "It turns out to be a Gauri...".

The sharper voice in the middle few sentences was also spoken by him.

If not, with the cowardice of this group of federal people just now, it is estimated that they would only dare to whisper a few words now.

Amidst a lot of shouting and cursing, the four Koreans left in despair.

"A Korean is a Korean, the king of talking."

Zhuo Dazhi saw the four Koreans disappearing into the crowd and sat back down to eat, but he was suddenly stunned.

Food for three that was originally on the table.

Most of the plates had been emptied and now only half or so are left.

Forget about Jiang Ren's two orders, after all, he ordered it himself.

But my own portion, I only ate a little bit just now, definitely not half as much, the less part...

"Did you move my flesh?"

Zhuo Dazhi cast a questioning look at Jiang Ren.

Jiang Ren took out two napkins slowly and wiped the oil stains on his mouth: "How is it possible, do you think I look like that kind of person?"

"picture!"

Zhuo Dazhi replied without hesitation.

In the end, Jiang Ren ordered another barbecue, and Zhuo Dazhi finally stopped worrying about whether to eat his own meat.

The portion for one and a half people exceeded Zhuo Dazhi's normal appetite. After eating, he walked with his waist supported.

The two shuttled through the crowd.

Prepare to go to the roadside outside the night market and take a taxi back to the hotel.

"Um?"

Jiang Ren noticed that there seemed to be someone following him from behind, so he raised his left hand pretending to check the time, and observed the rear through the mirror reflection of the dial of a mechanical watch worth hundreds of Chinese coins on his wrist.

With just a glance, he found several familiar people.

It was the four Koreans who left in despair just now.

They whispered and stared at Zhuo Dazhi viciously from time to time, as if they were planning to do something.

Jiang Ren frowned slightly, but did not tell Zhuo Dazhi about it.

Instead, focus on the ears, trying to distinguish the whispers of a few people from the noisy sounds around them through sensitive hearing.

"Xiba! I want to kill this Chinese man right now!"

"Don't be impulsive, wait until they go to a remote place, and then we will do it."

"Dare to say that we are dogs and tortoises, and think that we are all those sissy stars who can only sing and dance while crying? Let them taste the power of our big Koreans today!"

"Hmph, if a person dares to be so arrogant, I will make him unable to lift it for the rest of his life."

"It's not alone. Didn't you see the guy next to him wearing glasses?"

"We did it together!"

"That's not good?"

"If there's anything wrong, blame him for not being able to make friends."

"Let's not talk about this. After we finish teaching them, let's go to the bar together. I know there is a good bar nearby."

"No problem, brother Zhilong"

The Korean-scented Federal language of several people came to Jiang Ren's ears clearly.