Chapter 1585 Who Is Impolite?
"How can he say that?
Why did he say that to foreign media reporters?
Those media like to make up rumors and smear China.
How can this person be so ungrateful!"
Li Niandong's face turned red with anger, and he wanted to rush up and grab the microphone directly.
Chen Xinan frowned and asked her, "What did that guy say?"
Ricardo accepted the interview in Eagle Flag language, so Chen Xinan didn't understand a word.
Li Niandong translated what Ricardo said just now to him, and Chen Xinan's face also darkened.
Li Niandong then remembered what his grandfather had said before.
Chen Xinan's mood has not been very good these two days, so don't provoke him.
Otherwise, if this guy gets angry, no one can stop him, and he might do something!
Li Niandong pulled Chen Xinan's arm and said softly, "Forget it.
We can't control other people's mouths, just say whatever you want to say!
Grandpa is waiting for you in the lounge and wants to discuss the itinerary back with you."
"Don't worry, listen to what this guy has to say!" Chen Xinan looked at Ricardo, who was surrounded by long guns and short guns, with interest.
Are you still listening?
If I continue to listen, I guess I can't help but just refute a few times and grab the microphone.
If you can't help it, you will have to do it.
Maybe this Xinlun leader will be carried on the plane!
Li Niandong was thinking about how to persuade Chen Xinan to leave, and suddenly there was a sound of plates falling to the ground and breaking into pieces behind him.
The two turned around and saw several Incas with turbans and robes on their heads, pushing a waiter who was delivering food.
And at the feet of the waiter, a large plate of food and plates were thrown to the ground, a mess.
Many reporters also gathered around, and there were also some people who were just watching the fun.
Chen Xinan frowned, looked around and asked, "Why are there so many Incas?"
Li Niandong explained, "They all came with the Inca leader.
It's just that because they didn't report in advance, our Red Star Hotel didn't prepare rooms for them.
These people are quite sensible and went to find a hotel outside to stay.
Now that they are ready to leave, they came to meet up with the Inca leader."
Chen Xinan suddenly realized that it was the group of people brought by Mohad.
He cursed angrily, "They are sensible! I drove them away!"
"Ah?" Li Niandong was stunned for a moment, and didn't expect there was such a thing.
Chen Xinan looked at the Incas with a stern face.
They might be Mohad's people, or they might have nothing to do with that incident.
But they are definitely not good people.
They also have the mysterious confidence and rudeness of the Incas, as well as the sense of superiority that comes from nowhere.
At this moment, they were talking to the waiter with a hint of arrogance, which made Chen Xinan very unhappy.
"Are you doing this on purpose? Don't you know what these things represent to us Incas?"
"Is this the Chinese way of hospitality? You say you are a country of etiquette, but I think it's just a name in vain!"
"This is a naked insult and discrimination! I want to complain to you! This is a great disrespect to us Incas!"
Li Niandong walked over quickly, put his hands in the air, and said to the Incas: "Don't get excited!
Can you tell me what happened first?"
The waiter said with a look of grievance: "I just sent a plate of steak, and they knocked it over.
It's just placed here as a public meal. Whoever wants to eat can take it, and if they don't want to eat, just ignore it.
But they knocked over the plate directly and said I insulted them!"
A bearded man angrily scolded the waiter: "In our Inca, cattle are sacred and should be worshipped.
You actually regarded it as food, and you will be punished by the gods!
Putting these things What we have in front of us is a great humiliation and disrespect to the Incas!"
A foreign female reporter with long hair and blue eyes said to the camera next to her with a microphone:
"In our Eagle Flag Country, when people of different religions are present, the food is usually separated and there will be obvious signs.
Obviously, there will be no such details in China.
So China, which claims to be a country of etiquette, actually lacks consideration of details in many places, and etiquette is only superficial.
I think these are some areas that China needs to improve. "
She turned around and looked at the Incas and said, "Gentlemen, are you satisfied with this cocktail party?"
"Extremely disappointed!" The bearded man said angrily, "I feel my personality has been insulted!
The drinks here are very bad and the dishes are simple.
I just want a few tissues, but no one has sent them for ten minutes!
And even my faith has been trampled on here!
I am extremely disappointed with this. China is really a..."
"In that case, just get out of here!" A lazy voice suddenly came from behind the crowd.
The bearded man shouted angrily: "Who said that? If you dare, stand up and say it again!"
Chen Xin'an walked over, hung up the phone, held it in his hand, stood in front of him with a look of disdain and said: "Since you have been insulted, why are you still hanging around here?"
Li Niandong also walked to his side and said angrily: "For this cocktail party, we have prepared 103 flavors and types of wine.
There are nearly 200 kinds of dishes.
It can satisfy people with different eating habits.
If you bring this up, then I can take you around the president of this cocktail party now. What do you mean by poor wine and few dishes?!"
Originally, she was in charge of the cocktail party, and it took two days to prepare the materials alone.
Now that this bearded man has said that she is useless, it would be strange if she is not angry!
Not all the people attending the cocktail party are Incas, and not all of them are enemies of China.
Several Xinlun guests sneered, looked at the bearded man and said with a smile: "I really don't know where you get the confidence to criticize others!
I went to Inca to attend a cocktail party, it was so disgusting that I didn't want to go again.
The wine was brewed with the river water with dead bodies and feces floating on it.
It smelled foul, but only you Incas regarded it as a treasure, and said that it can cure all diseases!
And those seven or eight kinds of food, except for the mush like snot, it was mush, dirty and unpalatable!
For you Incas, you can't afford such a cocktail party in your lifetime, and you still have the face to criticize others?"
Everyone laughed.
The bearded man was ashamed and yelled at the Xinlun man: "I'm talking about the poor service here! No manners, no respect for us Incas..."
"Do you need to be respected?" Chen Xin'an looked at him indifferently and said: "Everyone knows that when you go to eat at someone else's house, you must abide by the rules of that house.
There are many people who eat what you don't eat, so why don't you let others put it on the table?
Why should the whole world stop eating beef just because of the habits of you few Incas?
Also, if you want paper, take it here yourself.
This is called a tissue box!
Who needs to bring it to you?
That's right, the Incas don't have this thing, after all, you wipe your butts with your hands after eating!
It's understandable that you don't know the tissue box!"
Everyone laughed again.
The bearded man was ashamed and angry, and he yelled at Chen Xinan: "How dare you insult our Inca tradition?"
Chen Xinan took out his cell phone, randomly found a picture of a cow, put it in front of his chest, and shouted at the bearded man and a group of Incas:
"You see your sacred creature, why don't you kneel down! Didn't you say that in your Inca, you all kneel down to worship the cow?"
The bearded man said angrily: "We worship our Inca sacred cow! Not your Chinese cheap cow!"
Chen Xinan kicked him to the ground and yelled at him: "Then how can you be sure that we are eating your Inca sacred cow?
You come to our house to eat and drink for free, and you still smash the pots and bowls.
How rude are you? Who doesn't respect who?
Who indulges you!"