When he heard that it was a Japanese, the God of Cookery's face changed, and his smile disappeared instantly. He said in a muffled voice: "I'm sorry, Director Wu, our store has a rule that we will not accept Japanese guests in the future."
"ah?"
Director Wu was dumbfounded.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Is there such a regulation?
There are many rules in the God of Cookery Restaurant, but everyone knows that this one is not one of them.
"Mr. Zhu? When was this rule established? How come we don't know about it? Besides, we have brought Japanese guests to dine here before!" Director Wu was anxious.
Fatty Zhu curled his lips and said, "The shop is mine, so naturally I make the rules. As for when the rules are made, it's now."
"Why, Mr. Zhu? I can't report back if you're like this. Besides, they're all here now. How can I tell them? They admire you so much! They admire you so much! Their first request when they came here was to see you!"
Minister Wu tried to persuade Fatty Zhu.
Fatty Zhu was a little impatient. He looked at Tang Xiaobao and said, "Brother, you should explain it to him."
"Damn, that's not fair!"
Tang Xiaobao cursed.
Only then did Director Wu notice Tang Xiaobao.
He is called brother by the God of Cookery and stands with Zhao Haiyang. Who is this person and why is he so awesome?
He immediately thought of someone and asked Fatty Zhu, "Mr. Zhu, who is this?"
"My brother, Tang Xiaobao." Fatty Zhu smiled at Tang Xiaobao.
Tang Xiaobao was so famous that Director Wu had naturally heard of him. He was so famous that he was shocked and quickly stretched out his hand to shake hands with Tang Xiaobao.
This guy probably deals with people from the East often, and some of his etiquette has been affected. When he shook hands, he naturally bent over as if he was going to bow.
Tang Xiaobao frowned, shook his hand unhappily, and said, "Do you know Japanese?"
"Yes, my job is mainly to receive visiting delegations from Japan." Director Wu smiled modestly.
Tang Xiaobao frowned even deeper: "Have you lived in Japan?"
"Yes, I studied there for a few years and worked there for a few years."
"No wonder he looks so much like a Japanese." Tang Xiaobao curled his lips and said in a bad tone.
Everyone around almost cheered.
It seems that everyone doesn't like Director Wu's behavior.
Director Wu also realized this and raised his eyebrows slightly. After all, he was here on behalf of the government, so he naturally had a sense of pride. He asked, "What do you mean, Mr. Tang?"
"I don't mean anything. I just don't like Japanese people, including all of their culture." Tang Xiaobao didn't give Director Wu any face at all. He looked at the Japanese people on the side. Someone there translated the situation here to them. Their faces looked a little excited and angry.
Tang Xiaobao said, "Have you read any news? I saw one story about a shop owner who opened a shop. He's an angry young man like me, so he put up a sign at the door saying, 'Japanese and dogs are not allowed in.' Lao Zhu is Chinese, so it's okay for him to have this rule for his shop, right?"
"There must be a problem. This is racial discrimination!" Director Wu was also angry and blurted out.
Tang Xiaobao snorted coldly, "Haven't you studied history? Didn't the Japanese do the same thing over seventy years ago? That's called ambition. If a person doesn't even have ambition in their life, they're no better than salted fish. You can like everything about the Japanese, but what right do you have to stop us from hating and boycotting it?"
Director Wu has certainly studied history.
He was also a top student back then, so he naturally knew that what Tang Xiaobao said was true.
That was a period of history that was too painful to recall, and it was the weakest period in the history of the Chinese nation.
Now that Tang Xiaobao brought it up, Director Wu saw that many people around him were looking at him with contempt, and he realized that he seemed to be almost forgetting this history.
Tang Xiaobao continued, "I admit I'm an angry young man. I can't forget this period of history. I believe all the Chinese people present here can't forget that painful period. We've long since shed the label of East Asia's sick man, but we must still be vigilant. I don't mean to incite you. As a government official, have you forgotten this history and still want to speak for the Japanese? Or have you been in Japan so long that, like some shameless celebrities, you've made it your second home?"
"Well said!"
"Mr. Tang, I support you!"
"Well done, Mr. Zhu!"
First of all, among Tang Xiaobao's employees, several young men stood up to respond. It is estimated that these people are also angry young people.
Then, passers-by who were watching the fun also cheered.
I don’t know who applauded first.
Then there was thunderous applause.
Director Wu blushed so much that he almost crawled into the ground with shame. The group of Japanese guests also had gloomy faces and wanted to go up and tear Tang Xiaobao's hands apart.
But they didn't dare.
Director Wu didn't dare either.
At this time, Director Wu was naturally angry.
He was just following orders to bring the Japanese guests to dinner, but ended up suffering an unexpected disaster. He had a good impression of the Japanese country, but it was definitely not as bad as Tang Xiaobao said.
He was furious and glared at Tang Xiaobao fiercely.
Only after the applause died down did he sternly say to Tang Xiaobao, "Don't think you're so great just because you have a few bucks. I'm representing the government and bringing international friends here to dine. You're undermining foreign policy. Aren't you afraid—"
"I'm not afraid of you!"
Tang Xiaobao interrupted Director Wu and sneered, "First of all, I do have money, but it's not dirty money; it's my legal income. Secondly, you can't represent the government, so don't flatter yourself. As for foreign policy, show me the evidence. My friend opened a shop and he said he doesn't accept Japanese customers. What's it to me? Don't make false accusations against me!"
Tang Xiaobao didn't take a small director seriously at all. What's more important is that he didn't think he had done anything wrong.
He is indeed an angry young man.
Seeing the two sides arguing, Fatty Zhu finally stood up and said unhappily, "Brother Tang is right. I own this shop and I can receive whoever I want. Director Wu, take these people away immediately and don't interfere with my business. Otherwise, I'll call and complain to you."
"You, you guys!"
Director Wu was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
But there was nothing he could do. He couldn't afford to offend Fatty Zhu, and even Tang Xiaobao was wary of him.
He was completely embarrassed today. He felt wronged, but had no way to appeal. He estimated that if he reported the matter, it would be of no use.
Even the head of state has to give face to the God of Food. If the leaders above knew about this, they would only blame him for his incompetence.
Forget it, if you can’t win, then just retreat.
Director Wu left angrily with a group of Japanese guests.
Thunderous applause rang out again.
Tang Xiaobao's action was unintentional, but it ended up receiving a lot of praise.
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