Colonel Rango didn't want to discuss the details here, and besides, it was already noon and he should rest.
Their routine is to eat lunch at noon, take a nap, talk about work for a while, have afternoon tea, chat for a bit more, and then rest again when it's time to leave work. As for work, they can just postpone it until tomorrow.
But today he met his match, and he couldn't even interrupt the process.
He said he needed to go back and read it slowly, and Battalion Commander Zhao immediately said, "There are only a few points in total, let me explain them to you."
Then, pointing with his pen, he began to explain the terms.
He clearly said there were only a few points, but he turned page after page, explaining one point after another. Twenty minutes passed before he finished explaining. Colonel Lango put his hands on the table and tried to get up, but he was pressed back down by Lango's "Colonel." Then he turned another page and continued talking non-stop, and there were even more points.
When the lieutenant colonels saw that the colonel was being held up and couldn't leave, one of them took a document and was about to say something when Battalion Commander Zhao looked up and immediately said, "Xiao Li, go and explain to that lieutenant colonel."
Turning around, he began to speak eloquently to Colonel Rango again.
This is called the "bombing tactic," and it's all about stalling. If you want to leave, no way.
The men that Battalion Commander Zhao brought were all elite soldiers. Although their English was not as good as Battalion Commander Zhao's, they could all speak it.
It wasn't just his subordinate, Xiao Li. Since the lieutenant colonels had all received the documents, each of them was keeping an eye on one person. They could talk nonsense, but it was all just an explanation. Their attitude was always the same: to force you to agree.
If you disagree, that's fine, you can express it, but I can still try, so we can continue talking.
In short, they kept the British troops occupied, preventing them from calling a halt or ending the operation.
Sir Ding was very old, yet there wasn't even a glass of water in the place. He glanced at the Chief Justice.
The Supreme Court judge, still angry with Colonel Rango, ignored him.
He looked at Chen Rou again, and Chen Rou, fearing that the old man would not be able to hold on, said in a low voice, "How about I take you to the rest room?"
But just then, Yue Zhongqi suddenly appeared and handed over a cup of hot tea.
Of course, it wasn't just Sir Ding who had one; he also handed a glass to Chen Rou and the Chief Justice.
The two people who came with him were indeed professors, and they were the same ones Chen Rou had just talked to Battalion Commander Zhao: Commander Shi Lu and a professor from the National Defense University. However, they would be retiring in the future, so Chen Rou didn't recognize them.
It was already 12:40 PM, and the negotiations were still going on at the table, so a group of referees simply sat down together.
Of course, only Chief Justice Edward looked unhappy; everyone else just watched with amusement.
Sir Ding recognized Yue Zhongqi and subconsciously said, "I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."
Yue Zhongqi said, "I am a police officer and I was in charge of Zhang Ziqiang's case."
No wonder, Sir Ding remembered that Zhang Ziqiang's photo had been published in the newspapers when he was executed.
Even though the Lord Chancellor was right next to him, Sir Dante still had to say, "That young man is quite remarkable."
He was getting older and could read people's faces. The first time he met Battalion Commander Zhao, he thought he was impressive.
Yue Zhongqi nodded and said, "To be stationed in Hong Kong and protect citizens as respected as you, he must be outstanding."
He was a master of hospitality, and he even remembered to greet the Chief Justice with broken English: "Have some tea."
At the negotiating table, not to mention Colonel Rango was almost driven crazy by the noise, a group of lieutenant colonels were also exhausted. Some couldn't stand the nagging and were so eager to end the negotiations that they nodded in a daze.
But some people felt there was a problem and disagreed, so let's continue the discussion. After all, what mainland soldiers are best at is protracted warfare.
Unable to wait any longer, they could only drink tea. Sir Ding took a sip and said, "Hmm, this tea is quite good."
Yue Zhongqi immediately said, "It was issued by my workplace. I brought a can with me. If you like it, you can take it home and drink it."
A short while later, he brought the tea leaves.
Moreover, not only was a can given to Sir Ding, but also to the Chief Justice.
The tea was indeed provided by the company, and those in the know understand that the tea from their company is the best tea available.
Yue Zhongqi's brilliance lies in the fact that he can befriend all sorts of people, including his enemies.
He gave him a can of tea, and the Chief Justice was very polite to him, even saying "Thank you" in Mandarin.
While he was at the pole, Yue Zhongqi left the Grand Justice's phone number so they could contact each other if needed.
If nothing unexpected had happened, today's results could have been even better, but suddenly, Yue Zhongqi discovered something unexpected.
He darted over, reached out to help a lieutenant colonel, and gestured for everyone to be quiet.
Upon seeing this, Battalion Commander Zhao hurriedly asked the lieutenant colonel, "What's wrong with you?"
If he were in the mainland army, he would have low blood sugar, and he wouldn't be able to come to a place like Hong Kong. Everyone who comes here is in excellent physical condition.
However, on the British side, because they were considered a retirement unit, the soldiers were generally not in good physical condition.
It was already 1:20 PM, past lunchtime. One of the lieutenant colonels hadn't eaten lunch, suffered from low blood sugar, and fainted.
Yue Zhongqi looked at Battalion Commander Zhao and tentatively asked, "Then let's come down and discuss it again?"
But Battalion Commander Zhao quickly crossed out the paper with his pen and signed his name neatly, then pushed the document to Colonel Lango: "We will concede the rest unconditionally. The work is urgent. Let's sign and get started."
Yue Zhongqi was unaware of the internal situation and thought he could continue to entangle them.
But Battalion Commander Zhao knew that Colonel Lango, that old scoundrel, was good at hiding.
If you want him to escape, just put a wall between you and him. He can pretend to be sick every day, with diarrhea today and headaches tomorrow, and then you won't be able to see him.
Of course, don't be fooled by the fact that he's drawing blindfolded, even though he looks very generous.
But in fact, he had been memorizing those terms over and over for five months, and he knew them by heart. The ones he crossed out were all unimportant.
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