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0731 A sumptuous dinner
Do you consider yourself a king? Liao Yang was not surprised. What kind of people in his line of work have not been seen in these years? So what if he thinks of himself as a king? Doesn¡¯t the leader of the Order Group think of himself as a god, trying to reshuffle the human world?
It can even be said that in human history, such people have always been common. People always hope that they can be different or the so-called chosen one. But in fact, there is not much difference in the individual values ??of the human group. There may be some geniuses, but they cannot break through the concept of "human".
How to use your limited life to create unlimited value is what a strong person will consider. As for Paul Steyer, Liao Yang changed his mind about him after he was crowned king.
After all, he is a mortal who cannot be exempted from vulgarity.
The door of the restaurant was pushed open, and what came into view was a magnificent hall. It's not much more luxurious than the restaurant in Paul's manor in the United States, it's even more luxurious than I know how much. In the middle of the hall is still a long dining table covered with a fine tablecloth, with gold-plated candlesticks and cutlery placed on it.
The owner of the castle, Paul Steyer, is sitting at the far left. A huge portrait hangs on the wall behind him. The character in the painting is none other than himself, but he is dressed in a king's attire and wearing a crown, looking aloof and arrogant. .
He himself is still wearing a white suit, and he seems to like this kind of clothing. Of course, if there were no connected scars and missing ears, everything might look more harmonious.
Behind him, two combat maids stood, protecting him while also serving his meals.
There are no less than twenty combat maids like this standing in the restaurant. Everyone is well-trained. Standing in the restaurant, just looking at it is a stunning view.
However, another customer didn¡¯t think so. He is a middle-aged Mexican man in his fifties, wearing a suit and sitting at the corner of the dining table. His face was as white as a sheet of paper at this time, so white that it even exceeded his bloodline and nationality. But he turned a blind eye to the delicious meal on his plate and seemed to have no appetite for tasting it.
"Oh, dear Miss Isabella, you are finally here."
Paul, who was cutting a perfectly roasted foie gras on the plate, put down his knife. The maid next to him immediately came forward and carefully wiped the corners of his mouth.
"Forgive me, you are not the only guest tonight Let me introduce you, this is Hanal, you can also call him Mr. Mayor."
After finishing speaking, he introduced Isabella, "This is Miss Isabella, a reporter from the New York Daily News."
"Please sit down, miss."
Bit had already pulled out the chair and invited Isabella to sit opposite the mayor.
Mayor Hanal was sweating profusely. He took a napkin, wiped the sweat, and then forced a smile towards Isabella.
Liao Yang stood behind Isabella with his hands behind his back, and his headphones were also taken away. Although Sofia and the others could observe the restaurant through the camera, they were unable to communicate directly with Liao Yang.
And Liao Yang scanned around and carefully observed these battle maids. Mexico has given birth to many beautiful women, and these people are no exception. The delicate face and slender legs were obviously chosen carefully. And they are all dressed up in standard Gothic maid outfits, which should be more in line with Sophia's hobbies On their chests, there is a P90 submachine gun hanging. This strong contrasting style is impressive and makes them beautiful. It adds an oppressive sense of death to the atmosphere.
Liao Yang saw calluses on their tiger¡¯s mouth. It seems that these gunmen have received professional training. If a fight really breaks out, how can I protect Miss Isabella as soon as possible
Liao Yang looked around again. The beautiful restaurant had a standard medieval European aristocratic style. The tapestries, murals on the walls, and the knight armors placed around it all made people feel as if they had traveled back several centuries. Same as before.
"In this way, all the guests will be here."
Paul just glanced at Liao Yang and did not look at him for any longer. After all, he didn't care who the little bodyguard was.
¡°I hope tonight¡¯s meal is to your liking, beautiful Miss Isabella.¡±
"Thank you for your hospitality."
Isabella was still very polite, and the maid served her a piece of foie gras, paired with crispy bread, and the smell was tempting. Pair it with the 90-year-old wine that was just poured into the glass.Erduo red wine can indeed be regarded as a high-end meal.
This is just one of the dishes, and the next dish will be delivered later. Isabella knows this way of eating. There are usually more than a dozen dishes at a time, but the portion of each dish is not large, just enough to taste without being too filling.
"It should be."
Paul picked up his knife and fork again and began to enjoy his meal.
And Isabella observed him for a while, and then her eyes fell back on her dinner plate. Unlike those gold tableware, the dinner plate was made of beautiful Chinese porcelain, like blue and white porcelain. She had seen it in the supermarket before, and it was very expensive!
This drug lord really knows how to enjoy himself.
They ate quietly, but the mayor couldn't sit still. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead again, and rubbed his fat butt on the chair, as if there were nails on the stool, making him look restless. He wanted to speak several times, and his face turned red several times, but in the end he could not speak.
Finally, taking advantage of the opportunity when the maid was changing the dishes, he mustered up the courage and spoke.
"Dear Mr. Paul, if nothing happens, I will go back first"
"oh?"
Paul put down his knife and fork, looked at Hanal, and asked softly, "Is my food not to your liking, Mr. Mayor?"
"No, no! It's very delicious!"
Hanal hurriedly praised, "This is the best food I have ever eaten in my life! Your cook is great! And your tableware is also so exquisite. When you look at the fork, the carvings on it are so perfect. Already"
"Then what makes you eager to leave?"
Paul asked again, ¡°If it¡¯s not about the food¡then it¡¯s out of disgust for me?¡±
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Hanal¡¯s fork fell from his hand and hit the plate with a screeching noise.
Isabella, who was eating a leg of lamb, finally stopped eating and couldn't help but raise her head and look at this scene. She instinctively felt that there seemed to be something not good in the airHanal, he seemed to be afraid of Paul?
He is the mayor. Even if he needs Paul's support, he doesn't have to be so humble. How did such a person become the mayor?
"Of course not! Dear Mr. Paul! I always admire you!"
Hanal hurriedly explained, "I just have some official business to deal with!"
"Yeah?"
Paul smiled, "What kind of official business is it? Let me guess, like how to steal my goods?"
"How dare I!"
Hanal shook his head quickly, "Sir, Mr. Paul, your goods are safe and sound. They are all placed in the warehouse! I haven't touched them, really not!"
¡°Oh, I see you are so anxious that you are sweating all over.¡±
Paul stretched out his hand and said, "Wipe him, don't let his sweat stain my beautiful tablecloth."
A maid came forward and wiped Hanal¡¯s face with a towel.
"Hanal, I have always believed in you and regarded you as my friend."
Paul sighed, "But you shouldn't betray me and become a dog to the Americans."
As soon as he finished speaking, the towel suddenly tightened around Hanal's neck. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com