In Southern Africa, incidents of racial discrimination have been rare because of strict regulation at all levels of government.

But outside of Southern Africa, where racial discrimination is the prevalence of political correctness, almost all restaurants in Paris refuse to serve non-whites, not for ethnic Chinese, but for all non-whites, even mixed-race, who are not able to enjoy the normal services of most public facilities.

The two wounded Chinese soldiers, presumably out to hang out while recuperating from their wounds, were still carrying paper tote bags provided by Parisian merchants with huge merchant logos printed on them, combined with their bandaged arms, which were truly a contribution to the commercial prosperity of Paris after shedding blood for France.

"Excuse me, can you speak English?" Being able to hang out in Paris, the soldier's English is still very good.

However, when it comes to English, the expression on the waiter's face is even more ugly, not to mention that the British and French forces are standing side by side against the German army, and the Parisians still do not like the British.

It's not dislike, it's undisguised discrimination.

Needless to say, the British, no one likes Parisians anywhere, all day long is like drinking too much, Lao Tzu is the first in the world, the Americans are nouveau riche, the British are antiques, the Germans are the devil, and the French outside Paris are hillbillies.

"I'm sorry, you can't dine here, please leave the restaurant at once—" the waiter repeated in English, seemingly unaware that his English accent would be ridiculed if he were in London.

The world is as black as a crow!

This time the two wounded soldiers finally understood, and their faces immediately turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, definitely not because of shyness, but because of anger.

"What do you say? You repeat? "It's unbelievable that if such an act were in Nyasaland, the wounded soldier could call the police immediately, no matter how big the restaurant is, and it will be closed that day.

"I said—you can't dine here—please leave here at once—don't disturb the mood of our other guests—" The waiter said word for word, making the restaurant's attitude unmistakable.

"Get out of here, don't stay here—"

"This is not a place you can afford—"

"Go back to where you need to be—"

Sure enough, racial discrimination was politically correct, and the waiter's words not only did not arouse the other customers to stop it, but echoed one after another.

It's as if the presence of two wounded soldiers in a restaurant would take the whole restaurant down a notch.

Christian certainly can't sit idly by.

Before the wounded soldiers could erupt, Christian glanced at Cole, who also had a hard time seeing the extreme.

The empathetic Cole took the case.

"Shut up! They are soldiers who have just returned from the front, and the bandages on their bodies are hero's military medals, how can you be so rude to these two heroes who fought for France, and you guys, if there is no front-line soldier fighting, you still have the opportunity to eat steak here, go home and eat Xiang! Cole did not forget to unbutton his suit, and the silver-white handle under his arm was clearly visible between the black suit lining and the black vest.

"First of all, sir, this is the rule of our restaurant—" The waiter stammered, not daring to look at Cole, who had really killed people.

When describing a wicked person, most of them will use "fierce gods and evil spirits" to describe it, although this "fierce gods and evil spirits" are more abstract, but people who have killed people are really different from those who have not killed, and the so-called "murderous aura" can really be felt, which animals feel more clearly.

Before working for Christian, Cole was a slave hunter in the Congo Free State, a slave trader to put it mildly, and he had 80 lives on his hands, if not 100.

Of course, Cole has changed his mind and become a new person, the year before last Cole had become a southern African citizen, becoming a true African, paying a personal tax of 120 rand last year, and was praised by the city government of Los Angeles.

"Damn bullshit, is this how you treat your heroes, I'm a Southern African, they don't affect my mood, I'd love to dine with them, and I'll pay for their meals, you should be glad you're in Paris, if you're doing this in Southern Africa, you and your damn boss will still be in jail for the rest of your life!" Cole continued to spat fragrantly, the waiters shivered, and the faces of the other guests who had been shouting just now looked as ugly as eating flies, but no one dared to speak.

This is the true face of these people, if they are soft on them, they will become more aggressive, and if they are tough on them, they will make compromises.

"Sir, please pay attention to your words—" The restaurant manager had to intervene, and Cole had already scolded the owner, and if no one stopped him, Cole would probably be going to scold President Pongaré and the new unlucky Prime Minister Louis Baldou.

French prime minister is indeed a high-risk profession, Pongaré could not find someone willing to be prime minister, Louis Baldou's son died in the just-concluded Battle of Ypres, so Louis Baldou was willing to become prime minister to avenge his son's hatred.

"Why don't you reflect on what you've done all this bullshit? Is this your attitude towards heroes? They fought bloodily for you, but they didn't even have the qualifications to dine in the restaurant, you cowards still have a fragrant face, the Germans are invading the land of France, they are **** your women, they are plundering the wealth of France, why don't you go to the front line to fight the Germans, but hide in the mouse hole and steal your life? Phew! Stinky and shameless! Cole was firing on fire, five or six of his men were up and staring at each other in their suits, and the restaurant manager was sweating profusely.

The security personnel who can work next to Christian are all strong men with a height of more than 1.9 meters and a weight of more than 19 meters, so that such a figure has enough deterrent power, even if it is a meat shield, it is more qualified than a thin person.

So five or six strong men with such a figure standing together, it is still very visual, these people have blood on their hands, if they go crazy, they can wash the whole restaurant with blood.

There are already guests sneaking to the front desk to check out.

"I'm sorry, of course they can dine in the restaurant—" The manager immediately calmed down, although only Cole was throwing a tantrum, but from where the strong men stood, it was clear that Christian was still eating.

Migration of life, nourishment of the body, status and environment can really change people's temperament, and Christian, who has become a billionaire, is no longer the poor creature who called the sky and the earth in the dark prison of Robben Island, even if he doesn't speak, others will not ignore him.

Christian is indeed calm, and when Cole is furious, Christian eats as if nothing has happened, although it looks good, but in fact it is not very delicious, just like in the Roque family's restaurant.

"Let them sit with me, I'll dine with them, give them the same set meal as mine, and bring me a bottle of champagne—" Christian looked at the angry guests around him, and decided to be generous: "Give everyone a bottle, I'm a Qingke, I'm also a Southern African, I have to say, you really shouldn't treat your heroes like this, they are not French, but they came to France from Southern Africa, thousands of miles away, when France needed it most, you should respect them, Respect everyone who is willing to shed their blood for justice. ”

This is so politically correct, when the restaurant manager is embarrassed, there is warm applause in the restaurant, and the guy who was still spitting fragrant lips just now has a redder face than a boiled prawn.

They may not know that they are wrong, and after today, they may revert to their old ways, but at this moment, they don't even dare to speak.

I don't know if they have the face to drink the champagne that Christian invited.

"Thank you, sir, very much—" The two wounded soldiers were placed in the opposite positions from Christian, Fanny pulled out a chair for the wounded soldiers, Cole was busy changing into clean utensils, and several strong men with door panels were busy serving tea, water, cigarettes and wine, and the waiters did not dare to come over.

"No thanks, we are both Afrikaners, we should help each other, I have a good relationship with your General Don Juan, if General Don Juan is here, he will do the same." The wounded soldier had a "2" embroidered on the sleeve of his military uniform with a white silk thread, and Christian had good relations with many generals in southern Africa, and part of the property he bought in Paris was an investment from the generals.

"I know you, Mr. Christian, you are the finest businessman in Southern Africa." Christian is also a well-known figure in southern Africa, with a wounded soldier showing his admiration.

"Don't say that, I'm just a businessman, but you're a hero, you will be worshiped by everyone when you return to southern Africa, and I'm a profiteer in everyone's mouth-" Christian laughed at himself, in southern Africa, Christian's reputation among the Chinese is actually very good, traitors are indeed traitors, but they have also done a lot of good things, many new immigrants come to southern Africa, and the houses they live in are built by Christian's construction companies, the environment is good, the quality is reliable, and the key is that the price is not expensive.

A meal was nothing for Christian, but in the evening it was written into a report and placed on Roque's desk.

Roque was very satisfied with Christian's treatment, Christian not only maintained the dignity of the soldiers, but also compensated the other guests, sent a car to take the soldiers back to the field hospital after eating, and then went to the smoky London without regrets to fight for the greater interests of southern Africa.

Such a Christian is indeed worthy of greater trust from Roque.

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