I want to be a warlord

Chapter 50

(Ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a reward, ask for a collection!)
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Feisal originally planned to publicize this incident. After all, he was attacked and killed. He couldn't be indifferent.

There is no room for the weak in Iraqi politics, he must be tough.

He didn't think it was Wang Zhen's own idea. After all, Wang Zhen was very young. In his eyes, it was the US sending a message to him through Wang Zhen, making trouble, making trouble hard, and Father Mei will support you.

Take the opportunity to expand your influence, hit some people by the way, win some people over, and force some people to stand in line.

Wang Zhen didn't know that Feisal had misunderstood, but it didn't matter, as long as the goal was achieved.

This matter can only be done by Faisal, an Iraqi. The identity of the Scythe Squad prevents them from expressing any opinions on this matter.

After reaching an agreement on this matter, Wang Zhen took out the photos he asked the donkey to print out before, all of which were photos of the assailant.

"Anyone you know? They're all attackers."

Feisal took a closer look, then shook his head again. He didn't come from a big family. He was just an ordinary person before, with a small circle.

Seeing this, Wang Zhen didn't say anything, he didn't have any hope at first, "I'll give you the photo, it will be useful tomorrow, we are investigating the murderer, we will definitely catch them."

"Thank you very much." Feisal nodded heavily. At this moment, he was even more sure that Wang Zhen was sending the message on behalf of the US side.

Mercenaries will not investigate these things, they have no channels, no ability, no money.

It must be the CIA!

……

Wang Zhen, who came out of Feisal's room, was taken aback. Everyone in the scythe team stood in the corridor outside the door and looked at him, "What are you doing?"

"Fixed?" the golden retriever asked.

Seeing Wang Zhen nodding, the donkey grabbed his arm and said loudly: "Let's go, go eat something, and then go to the bar to relax!"

When I was in China and Lannatai, most halal restaurants did not allow people to drink alcohol, so Wang Zhen thought that all YSL people did not drink alcohol.

But after arriving in Iraq, he realized that this is not the case. There are bars in Baghdad, and there are many.

After working hard at noon, I really need to relax at night.

"It's here, Alby Bar. When we were in Baghdad, we came here whenever we had time."

Open the door and walk in, and immediately hear the sound of music.

It's still early, but the bar is more than half full and business looks good.

Looking at this place alone, singing, drinking, and laughing, you can't imagine that this is chaotic Baghdad, where attacks can happen at any time.

Of course, it was not without problems. Wang Zhen glanced over, except for the service staff, there were almost no women in sight!
Although, he might not dare to do anything with a woman...

After all, a clean body!
Several people found a place to sit down, and ordered a lot of wine very skillfully, as well as 5 bubbles of hookah.

Wang Zhen didn't want it, because he doesn't like smoking, let alone hookah, but he saw a lot of it when he was in Lannatai, and many foreigners like to smoke it.

While chatting, I heard from Tie Shovel that hookah smoking has become popular in the United States now. This thing became popular in the United States because of the Iraq War. American soldiers were under great pressure when they were in Iraq, and entertainment items were scarce. It was rare for women to find one. Slowly, I fell in love with smoking shisha. Later, as the US troops returned to China one after another, they brought shisha to the United States.

While drinking, chatting all over the world, it really relieved the pressure in his heart, and Wang Zhen also relaxed before he knew it.

"Hey, Wang, look over there." The donkey suddenly poked Wang Zhen with his arm.

Wang Zhen raised his head and looked in the direction indicated by the donkey. Over there was the bar counter. The light was brighter than this side. Under the light, a short-haired man with a crew cut was shaking the shaker in his hand.

A bartender is nothing, but what attracts the attention of the donkey and Wang Zhen is the other's appearance.

In the eyes of the donkey, this is an Asian, but in the eyes of Wang Zhen, this is probably a Chinese.

There are not many Chinese in Iraq, but they basically do business here. They are purely just working. This is the first time Wang Zhen has seen them.

Of course, it may also be that he came here for too short a time and the scope of action was limited.

"I don't want to get to know you." Wang Zhen's heart was immediately moved by the donkey's words.

People in China can't feel the feeling of meeting fellow villagers abroad, or they don't feel it strongly in Lannatai, but Wang Zhen is different now. It is a kind of blood attraction and heart throbbing.

The young and the young left home and returned to their hometown.

Even just listening to a few sentences in Chinese makes me feel at ease.

Thinking about it, Wang Zhen got up and walked towards the bar, turned the high stool and sat down, "Brother, have a Margarita."

Wang Zhen purposely said this sentence in Chinese, so as not to make a mistake.

The bartender stopped moving his hands, turned his head, saw Wang Zhen who was speaking, and smiled unconsciously, "Wait a minute, right away."

This sentence is also spoken in Chinese.

The two looked at each other and smiled, in a good mood.

Seeing this scene, the man sitting in front of the bartender frowned and shrank back. What did he just see in the eyes of these two Asian men?
That's basic love, full of basic love!
So snappy!

The bartender quickly finished the wine in his hand, then dragged his things and stood in front of Wang Zhen, and said with a smile, "I haven't seen a fellow come here for a long time."

"There are many fellow villagers in Baghdad, right?" Wang Zhen asked suspiciously.

"There are quite a few of them, but they all have their own circles. They have never been to the bar here. You can tell by the environment." The bartender pouted towards the lobby.

Wang Zhen glanced back, and saw that the room was full of white and black skins, noisy, nodded and said: "The land of barbarians is full of smell."

"Pfft." The bartender sprayed immediately, and the two burst out laughing.

What is this called?
This is called a common language!

Of course, there may be some people who like this barbarian smell, but they are a minority after all.

Eastern and Western cultures are almost opposites. In Eastern culture, some places such as restaurants and teahouses must have boxes and relatively private spaces, but there is absolutely no such thing in foreign countries.

In the early days, some well-known PUAs said that it was because the Chinese had no quality, and they made a lot of noise when they had a meal, while the foreign parents had quality, and the restaurant was very quiet, so there was no need for private rooms.

What is the actual situation?
Gathering to eat together in Western culture is to be lively. When you are happy, the people at the table next to you will toast with you. When you are sad, someone will come to comfort you and toast with you.

Of course, there are some very quiet restaurants, where soft music is played or someone plays the piano, and these places are specially used for private discussions.

"My name is Wang Zhen, from Jizhou, what's my brother's name." Wang Zhen stretched out his hand, he was wanted in Lannatai, this is Baghdad, so why not be afraid.

The bartender hesitated a little, but finally shook hands with a smile and said, "Guo Jingyun, haha, I'm also from Jizhou."

Wang Zhen glanced at Guo Jingyun, his hands were full of calluses, very rough, it was definitely not made by mixing wine, and he hesitated just now, this is also a person with a story.

"This, pure fellow!" Wang Zhen laughed.

Wang Zhen glanced at his hand and Guo Jingyun saw it, and when he was willing to say his name, he didn't want to hide too much.

"You just came to Iraq not long ago?" Guo Jingyun asked.

"Yes, it's my first time here. I used to think that you can't drink here."

"Haha, me too, I won't know until I come."

"You don't know you can drink here?" Wang Zhen pointed to the shaker in Guo Jingyun's hand.

"Ha, I learned it now after I came here." Guo Jingyun looked down and said with a smile: "This thing is very simple, I learned it in a few days."

Guo Jingyun looked at Wang Zhen, talking, but his hands kept moving. The snow cup was turned up and down in his hand, and his right hand was thrown behind him. The snow cup circled an arc on his back and was caught by his left hand. , Various fancy moves were staged in turn.

"Awesome." Wang Zhen gave a thumbs up.

Guo Jingyun smiled with a 'reserved face' and pushed a prepared glass of margarita to Wang Zhen, "What are you doing here?"

Wang Zhen picked up his wine glass and turned around to pay respects to the golden retriever. The golden retrievers raised their beers and said hello, "Fuck with them, PMC."

"Wow!" Guo Jingyun's eyes lit up.

We chatted until 12:[-] in the morning, Wang Zhen drank a lot, the golden retriever came over and shouted, Wang Zhen waved goodbye.

I still have work tomorrow, so I can't drink enough to get drunk.

(End of this chapter)