Mike was so angry that he was embarrassed this time. He wanted to find his face again, but he was afraid that his opponent was too powerful. He just threw it lightly and couldn't resist it. If he continued to fight, he might not get benefits, but if he didn't fight, he was too embarrassing to kneel on one knee just now.

Hill hurriedly went up to persuade him, and another companion also went up to hug his shoulder and whispered him not to fight in the club. There were many senior officers here, and fighting would have a great impact on his future. Find opportunities to slowly rectify the salted fish in the future.

The two knew that in the silent struggle just now, Mike was definitely not a match for Chinese students in terms of strength.

Soldiers all know that in the face of absolute power, all technologies are clouds.

Under the persuasion of two companions, Mike found the steps to step down. He pointed at Ida Hahndale and shouted at Zhou Zhihan: "She is just a cousin, cousin, fuck! Damn it, let's take a look!"

At this moment, a major host stood in front of the microphone and spoke, spreading it through the radio to every corner of the military club.

"Dear ladies and gentlemen, good evening! Welcome to the Military Club.

In order to increase the joyful atmosphere of the party, as usual, during the party, we will randomly draw a few lucky people at random."

The soldiers were talking about what lucky people would be rewarded tonight!

Prizes are nothing more than a wealth of daily necessities, or US dollars ranging from two to three hundred yuan, three to four hundred yuan, four to five hundred yuan.

Thinking of having hundreds of dollars to get, the officers hope that good luck will come to their heads. With these hundreds of dollars, you can find a lot of call girls this month.

The major host school continued.

"What's different from usual is that tonight, our organizing committee specially set up three other grand prizes as the finale of tonight.

The prizes are abundant!

However, the winners of the special prize are no longer randomly drawn, but must win by their own strength!”

I heard that there was a special prize, and the officers began to discuss what kind of prizes it would be, but everyone is sure that it would be at least more precious than the random prizes.

After everyone was talking, the major smiled and continued, "There are 100 sets of numbers here on the rostrum. After each contestant looked at the numbers in sequence, he turned three times in place, and then took the [    ] pen to write down the number you remembered, write your name, folded the paper, and stuffed it into the box.

Before the party ends, we will select three of the best memory among all participants. As the winners tonight, we will receive unexpected rewards! There are a lot of prizes! Remember, the prizes are very rich!

Everyone here is the elite of the army. If anyone is willing to go on stage to participate in the competition, please line up in the hall and pass by the rostrum in turn."

Many officers who think they have a good memory began to line up and prepare to go on stage to show off their memory and win the grand prize.

Military clubs, even if they enrich the spare time of soldiers, are also places where soldiers show their talents. For example, those who are the top students in memory competitions may be attracted by the military leaders and go from obscurity to soaring into the sky.

Zhou Zhihan looked at his watch and it was almost eight o'clock. Chennard and Major Jeff Hunter had not arrived yet, so he asked for another beer.

"Sir, are you waiting for someone?"

The young bartender saw Zhou Zhihan sitting alone, looking out the door and looking at the watch, and asked with a smile.

"Yes!" Zhou Zhihan said with a smile, "If I hadn't been waiting for the two friends, I would have left here long ago!"

"Sir!" asked the young bartender, "Just now, the officer said that you Chinese soldiers are all double-gun generals. Is this true? I don't think it's possible!"

Zhou Zhihan smiled. He felt that the young bartender had no malice, but was just curious: "Come on! I'll treat you to a drink and chat with you slowly."

The young bartender smiled and poured himself a glass of beer. The Chinese student was generous and gentlemanly. The skill he showed just now also made him admire him.

"when!"

The two of them touched the wine glasses.

"What the gentleman said just now is right. There are some soldiers in the National Revolutionary Army claiming to be double-gun generals, but that is only a very small number of them, and they are magnified by that gentleman. Just like you American soldiers are very high-quality, but there are also officers who speak wildly and maliciously hurt people. Most of the good soldiers in the army of each country will also have a small number of poor-quality soldiers."

The young bartender nodded, and the Chinese student was telling the truth.

The soldiers lined up and walked towards the stage one by one. Mike came to the bar and sat down: "Give me a glass of iced whiskey!"

Zhou Zhihan pretended not to see him.

The young bartender prepared a glass of whiskey and placed it in front of Mike.

Mike drank it in one sip, took out the money and slapped it on the bar, got up, and turned around: "Did you know, she is just a bitch, she just has a crush on your money, she won't like a Chinese."

After Mike finished speaking, he turned around and left, lined up with two other partners, and walked towards the rostrum.

Zhou Zhihan looked at the place where Ida Hahndele was sitting just now, but no one was found. He glanced at him and saw that Ida Hahndele looked dim and walked towards the door alone, as if he was about to leave.

"Sir!" said the young bartender, "I can't stand the face of a person like this just now. Relying on being a small officer, I usually see a man with a lower rank than him, showing a proud face. It's so good to see him thrown out by you just now!"

Zhou Zhihan smiled slightly, raised his glass and touched the other party.

"Hi!" Mike, who was a little drunk, whistled, "Chinese, come up and compete."

Zhou Zhihan turned around and was too lazy to pay attention to such people.

Seeing that Zhou Zhihan looked down on him, Mike shouted, "Salted Fish, you Chinese are short and thin, with a pale face and thin skin, so they are called the sick husband of East Asia by the Japanese. I also want to see if your IQ is also a sick husband of East Asia?"

Mom slaps, it's such a thing I don't want. Zhou Zhihan finished drinking the beer in the glass and walked towards the platform with big slight stumbles.

If you want to find a slap in the face, I will slap your face into a pig's head.

When the soldiers saw another good show, they started to make a fuss.

The officers walked onto the stage one by one.

On a row of tables on the rostrum, there were notes in turn, and each note was filled with numbers.

There were several organizers of the conference monitoring next to it.

The officers could not stop and slowly passed by these papers in order, noted the numbers on the paper, then walked to a large table below the rostrum, picked up the paper and pens prepared by the staff, first turned around three times, and then based on memory, recorded the silently recorded numbers on the paper, wrote their names, and the unit they belonged to, folded the paper, and stuffed them into a storage box.

There are also people who supervise the storage box.

Zhou Zhihan only glanced at each piece of paper and walked over quickly. Before he could get off the stage, he looked up and saw Major Jeff Hunter and a middle-aged man who came in at some point and sat at a table and looked at him.

Is this the legendary founder of the Flying Tigers General Chennard?

Major Jeff Hunter said something to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man smiled and waved at Zhou Zhihan.

Zhou Zhihan was overjoyed and excited. This must be General Chennard, the future old friend of the Chinese people!

Jeff Hunter waved to Zhou Zhihan, then looked at his watch, spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and pointed his palm at Chennard!

Zhou Zhihan understood that Major Jeff Hunter meant that Mr. Chennard had something else to do, so he could go there quickly.

Zhou Zhihan was excited and walked off the rostrum quickly, Chennard and the others walked away.
Chapter completed!