Which one is stronger in pretense technology? Zhao Jiaguanren is the most rascal...
Even though I'm full of shit! so big! But on the surface, he looks calm and breezy. My master, I have seen the big world. He is still pressing the crocodile leather jade belt with both hands, with his head facing upwards at forty-five degrees, and there is a hint of disdain in his proud eyes.
But Polaris Cruises is really big, with a total of sixteen guest decks. When he walked into the third deck, there was a huge atrium, and he could see the sixth deck when he looked up.
There are four sightseeing elevators on this floor, Michelin restaurants, duty-free shops, bars, cinemas, and casinos are all available, and most of the shops are open, and many well-dressed passengers are chatting and strolling. It is completely a shopping mall and hotel on the sea.
"Hello! You are the new Mr. Zhao..."
A petite girl with ponytails ran over, with an A9 hangtag with a picture on her neck, she bowed politely and said with a smile: "My name is Ma Beibei, a service staff in C community, you can contact me if you have any questions, you Just treat me as a member of the neighborhood committee!"
"Zhao Yunxuan! Just call me Brother Zhao..."
Zhao Guanren shook hands with her with a smile, just as Huabimei and the others walked in, and they hung Yishui's C5 tags with photos and personal barcodes on them, but Reporter Jin was taken away by a military officer and entered. The elevator goes straight upstairs.
"Why is there only C5, aren't you American..."
Zhao Guanren walked over in a strange way, and the flower-armed girl took the translator and said depressedly: "The cabin on the ship exploded, and it doesn't matter what nationality you are, unless you are a special expert or profession, you can get preferential treatment. We handed over almost everything to get it." Six people, how did you get C3?"
"It's just a tip, how is Kim Mi-hee..."
Zhao Guanren looked at the sightseeing elevator, and the flower arm girl said in a low voice: "She seems to have discovered the secrets of the US military, but they don't seem to care too much, so they gave her a C5 tag, and then took her to see her superiors, what else? Didn't say anything!"
"OK! Let's familiarize ourselves with the environment. See you in the cafeteria at twelve o'clock..."
Zhao Guanren nodded and took back the translator, but they didn't have a "little tour guide" to receive them. They had to ask Ma Beibei before they knew who to look for.
"Go! Take me to visit..."
Zhao Guanren handed two pieces of chocolate to Ma Beibei, and Ma Beibei walked up the stairs happily, and said, "Class C passengers are not allowed to use the emergency elevator, and the electricity will only be supplied for two hours at night. Smoking and naked flames are not allowed in the ship. Floor, with a balcony!"
"C3 is only a room for four people..."
Zhao Guanren asked noncommittally: "How many people from our country are there on board, and what is the highest level? Is my C3 a VIP?"
"There are no VIPs on board. C1, 2, and 3 represent military employees, such as doctors, engineers, and scientific researchers. You have free working meals. Those below C3 can only rely on themselves..."
Ma Beibei said: "There are more than 500 people on board in your country, the highest level is an A4 community deputy director, and most of the rest are ordinary passengers below C5, you have your own club, and the team meeting happens at noon today! "
"Our country? Where are you from..."
Zhao Guanren let him speak for a moment, Ma Beibei stopped and said: "I immigrated at the age of sixteen and became a naturalized South Korean. Of course I can't be counted as a person from your country. The more than 500 people I said don't include any immigrants. , there are people from 58 countries on board!"
"That's right! An immigrant is a foreigner..."
Zhao Guanren asked with a half-smile: "Are there any newcomers in the past two days? I have a female friend who got separated from me. She is an actress in our crew and she brought a knife similar to mine!"
"No! Haven't seen anyone new in months..."
Ma Beibei shook her head and continued to go up. When she passed by a shopping store, she introduced: "You have 100 credit points every month. Just scan the personal code on your tag, and you can spend it in places other than the A-level area. But every meal Work meals are also required
4 credit points, you have to arrange and use them reasonably! "
"Ha~ It seems that I only eat one meal a day, and I will be hungry for five days..."
Zhao Guanren visited the shopping street with his hands behind his back. The prices in the shops were frighteningly high. Just a pack of cigarettes cost 40 points, but there were all sorts of messy things, and there were a lot of things soaked in seawater, which were obviously picked up from the sea. floating materials.
"Why are white people fucking A or C2, where do they get so many credit points..."
Zhao Guanren soon discovered the trick. The bars and shopping malls were almost all whites, and a small part of them were blacks, but he didn't see a single person below the C2 level. They all drank a little wine and chatted happily. There are also those who hug the girl and kiss each other.
"Those who have the ability to consume are the management, and the level is of course higher..."
Ma Beibei shrugged and said: "This activity area is mainly composed of white people. Turning around, it is within the range of our Koreans. Other ethnic groups basically have no spending power. They all gather on the top of the boat and in the activity room. You want to go to the club in your country to see it." see?"
"Let's see!"
Zhao Guanren came to the range of activities of Koreans, but most of them were ordinary people, and their childhood was far less chic than that of white people. Many people saw him in ancient clothes, and held up their mobile phones to take pictures of him, thinking that he was wearing South Korea. Costume.
"Yo~ The environment of our club is not bad..."
Zhao Guanren walked into a viewing restaurant curiously. A row of glass windows faced the sea. Turning his head, he saw hundreds of men and women gathered in front of the small stage. ——American Chinese Society Winter Team Building Conference!
"Head Zhang! You have a new fellow here..."
Ma Beibei walked over and shouted, and more than 500 people turned around in surprise. On the podium stood a rich woman with heavy make-up who smelled like a pyramid scheme, and she was also surprised: "Oh! This is a Jinyiwei, my compatriots Hurry up and applaud!"
"Cut~ I'm still wearing ancient costumes here, poor national pride..."
A discordant mocking sound rang out, which was particularly harsh amidst the applause. Zhao Guanren turned his attention to a young man in a suit. Sitting beside him was a very fashionable beauty in a short skirt. He also sneered with disdain, and turned over big white eyes.
"What are you talking about? Please speak louder, I'm hard of hearing..."
Zhao Guanren went straight to the guy in the suit, and the guy also jumped up and said arrogantly: "I said you are pretending, you want to rebel against the Qing Dynasty when you dress like this, you cling to the feudal dross all day long, your poor self-esteem is like glass, admitting that someone is excellent Is it that difficult?"
"Wang Zixun!"
An old man stood up and said angrily: "You are willing to be a traitor and a running dog, that is your freedom, but you can't slander our culture. Although this guy is not dressed properly, his clothes represent your ancestors. You scold him You are scolding your ancestors!"
"I pooh~"
Wang Zixun raised his C2-level tag and said loudly: "I achieved C2 by my own ability, not by being a traitor. You have to think before you speak. Who cares about your nation? What do you think?" Don't want to be a traitor!"
"you… "
The uncle blushed with anger, but there was no one present to speak for him, as if he had nothing to do with himself.
"I agree with Wang Shao's words, put away your poor national pride..."
A tattooed man got up and sneered: "People don't care about you at all, what else can you do besides bragging and self-indulgence, I just came to tell you today, I quit the group and joined the Korean group, I won't play with you idiots anymore! "
"Hey, hey~ It's amazing, he is a fake foreign devil, you are a fake stick..."
Zhao Guanren smiled strangely and said: "You two, just keep your eyes open for me, sir, I am wearing a prince's dragon robe, not a flying fish suit, not to mention what clothes I wear, does it have anything to do with you? Could it be that you were excited when you saw your ancestor?"
"Who the hell are you calling a fake stick
Kind of you say it again..."
The man with the tattoo rushed over furiously, and several people from the society also stood up, but Zhao Guanren made a big mouth with his backhand, and directly slapped him to the ground, sneering, "I'll scold whoever speaks up, I didn't scold you Even if I am a dog, I am qualified!"
"I will kill you..."
The tattooed man jumped up like a mad dog, and more than a dozen of his companions also rushed up. The others hid aside in alarm, and Wang Zixun yelled: "Close the door! Beat him to death, kill this unknown man!" Life and death!"
"Don't fight! We are all compatriots, don't lose face in front of foreigners..."
Fu Po Zhang stomped her feet anxiously on the stage, but before she finished her words, she heard a series of screams. More than a dozen strong men fell to the ground one after another, and the tattooed man even fell to the ground with nosebleeds, which made everyone stupid. At first glance, Wang Zixun was too dazed to believe it.
"Who is a compatriot with him, he is a stickman..."
Zhao Guanren grabbed the tattooed man's hair and dragged him up the aisle. The tattooed man was a bit bloody, roared with red eyes, and suddenly pulled out a dagger and stabbed him, but Zhao Guanren grabbed his arm and stood beside him chair.
"Ka~"
Zhao Guanren suddenly stomped his foot on his arm, and everyone's hairs stood on end. The arm of the tattooed man was like dry wood, and it was cut off from the middle of the arm bone with a "click", and then let out a miserable howl like a pig , The arm is like a soft stick.
"you you you… "
Wang Zixun backed away in horror. Everyone present was dumbfounded. They were not afraid of Zhao Guanren's combat power, but because of his cruelty. The tattooed man must be disabled, and he might even have to amputate his limbs.
"Who said closing the door will kill you..."
Zhao Guanren kicked the tattooed man unconscious, and looked at Wang Zixun with a smirk. Wang Zixun's woman swished and hid under the table, and he also ran towards the side door in fright, but Zhao Guanren picked up a chair and slammed it. slammed at him.
"Boom~"
"ah… "
Wang Zixun screamed and fell to the ground, the chair fell apart on his back, but he still crawled forward in horror, spitting blood from his mouth while crying for mercy.
"Huh? That's weird..."
Zhao Guanren walked over unhurriedly, stepped on his face and said with a smile: "Isn't your self-esteem as strong as iron? Why did you suddenly start begging for mercy? Isn't it so difficult for a father to say that you are an excellent father? Don't Learn from other people's glass heart!"
"Police! He beats people and kills people, arrest him quickly..."
Wang Zixun's woman suddenly jumped up and yelled, only to see two Korean policemen running in, Zhao Guanren immediately stepped aside and took out a translator, and said with a smile: "Officer! They fought, and I was going to treat them. It's a doctor!"
"What happened?"
Two policemen walked over with their pistols pressed, and suddenly saw a dozen wailing people lying on the ground, and they were also taken aback.
"I do not see it… "
Ma Beibei retreated to the side and did not help each other, but the leader of the rich woman pointed at Zhao Guanren and said in Korean: "This person is lying, these people were all injured by him, and he provoked my members as soon as he came in. The knife on the ground is his." The murder weapon!"
"Yes! He was the one who was looking for trouble and injured our deputy head..."
Many people also followed suit, all of them were filled with righteous indignation, only a small number of people held their noses and did not speak.
"OK!"
Zhao Guanren patted the tag suddenly, and said, "I ask to meet Colonel Vincent, and he will clear me up. I'm the expert he hired!"
"You come with us, the others call the doctor quickly..."
The two policemen turned around impatiently and left. Unexpectedly, Zhao Guanren kicked Wang Zixun in the face suddenly, knocking him out. A cigarette swung away.