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Chapter 212 Blue and White Porcelain Altar?

Hirata Ichiro gave a deeply sensational speech in the hall, and the translator next to him was doing the translation.

The surrounding Japanese and puppet soldiers listened carefully to Ichiro Hirata's lectures. They laughed for a while, and cried and snotted for a while.

Li Yunlong cast a glance at Ichiro Hirata who was speaking, and curiously asked Lin Xiao who was sitting opposite.

"Brother Lin, don't you understand Japanese? Hirata Ichiro, a son of a bitch, is snotting and wiping away tears. What did you say just now?"

Lin Xiao took a sip of wine, put down his glass, and said, "Ichiro Hirata seems to be saying he misses his mother."

Li Yunlong was drinking a little wine, and muttered cursingly: "He's a bitch and a mother, I thought these little devils were all tortoises and bastards."

"This little devil is the same. He eats when he should eat, drinks when he should drink, and talks about his mother's eggs. It's so sensational..."

The monk muttered something in a low voice, and he picked up the plate and ate hungrily.

Li Yunlong was unhappy when he saw Monk Wei grabbing his peanuts and gobbling them up.

Of course, as the head of the regiment, he was too embarrassed to grab food from Monk Wei in front of Lin Xiao, as it would damage his image after all.

Seeing Monk Wei eating so fast, Li Yunlong became impatient.

"I said monk, you motherfuckers should eat slowly, save some for me anyway, this is a banquet, you should eat more politely, everyone is watching you eat, how embarrassing..."

Li Yunlong put down the chopsticks in his hand, and quickly snatched back half a plate of peanuts from the monk.

Lin Xiao couldn't help laughing when he saw the scene in front of him.

"Brother Yunlong, you still said Brother Monk's food is not good, I don't think your food is much better..."

"Yes."

The monk echoed, and soon, he used his hands to tear the roast duck on the table again.

"Monk, you fucking saved some roast duck for me. The political commissar and I haven't eaten yet!"

When Li Yunlong got excited, he couldn't help but slap Wei Dayong on the brain.

"Snapped!"

The force of Li Yunlong's slap was not strong, but Monk Wei's head was bald, so the sound was very loud.

The hall was quite quiet, and the surrounding Japanese and puppet soldiers all looked sideways after hearing the sound.

"Baga, Red Deer Yelang!"

A ghost captain stood up angrily, scolding Lin Xiao and the others in a vicious tone.

Li Yunlong continued to drink, and said nonchalantly: "Brother Lin, what are you scolding this bastard little devil?"

"He called you and the monk are sons of bitches, and he also greeted your eighteen generations of ancestors..." Lin Xiao explained casually holding back a smirk.

Monk Wei is a straight-tempered person, how could he be so angry.

When Monk Wei heard that the little devil scolded his ancestors for eighteen generations, he stood up on the spot and cursed back.

"You little devil, who the hell are you scolding?!"

Monk Wei stiffened his neck and glared at the cursing little devil.

If it wasn't for Li Yunlong who was next to him to grab him, Monk Wei would have rushed over to have sex with the little devil.

Lin Xiao smiled coldly, and then said in a deliberately sarcastic tone: "Brother Monk, the little devil has always been devoid of conscience, and he does everything from murder to arson."

"Although the little devil is ill-bred and swears at others, you can't learn from these short-legged bastards. Are you Brother Yunlong?"

"Yes, yes, brother Lin is right."

Li Yunlong nodded and grinned sarcastically.

Chu Yunfei and Sun Ming, who were sitting upstairs, couldn't help laughing when they saw Lin Xiao playing with the little devil in public.

The interpreter wearing glasses immediately translated Lin Xiao's sarcastic words to Ichiro Hirata.

After listening to the translation, Hirata Ichiro's expression of anger was fully revealed.

"idiot!"

Just as Hirata Ichiro was about to get angry, a man with a strange face who gave gifts suddenly came to the door of the restaurant.

The gift from the man was covered with a piece of red cloth, which seemed to be a very expensive gift.

The man who came suddenly was a coffin shop clerk.

"What kind of work do you do? Who asked you to bring gifts?"

The devil guard at the door questioned the man in front of him.

The coffin shop clerk replied: "Reporting to Taijun, it is an uncle surnamed Lin who asked me to give this gift to Taijun Pingtian for appreciation."

"What's in the red cloth?"

The devil guards are afraid of danger, so they are very cautious.

"Report to the prince, it's just a jar!"

"earthen jar?"

The devil guards looked at each other suspiciously, and then they lifted the red cloth.

The ghost guards lifted the cloth, revealing a blue-and-white porcelain altar tens of centimeters high. The shape of the porcelain altar was imitated from the Song Dynasty.

The devils checked the jar carefully, and there were no other dangerous objects.

As a result, the devil guards relaxed their vigilance.

"Okay, the gift will be delivered here, you can drop it back!"

"Yes, my lord."

The coffin shop clerk left Juxianlou in a hurry.

The ghost guards were holding the ashes altar as if they had found a treasure. They thought it was a priceless antique.

Soon, the ghost guards sent the "treasure" they had just received to Ichiro Hirata.

"Report to Captain Hirata, we just received a porcelain altar."

Lin Xiao glanced at the gift, and said with a smile, "His Excellency Hirata, we were drunk just now, please forgive me for the verbal offense between me and my subordinates."

"Your Excellency Hirata Taijun, this porcelain altar was sent by a small messenger. This is a priceless blue and white porcelain altar from the Song Dynasty. The value of the porcelain altar can buy several airplanes. Let us make you an apology."

Lin Xiao talked nonsense in a serious manner, fooling Hirata Ichiro and other little devils.

Originally, Hirata Ichiro, who was furious and angry, planned to arrest Lin Xiao and the others and bring them to the gendarmerie for a beating.

However, since Lin Xiao sent an expensive gift to make amends, he can only let them go temporarily.

"Yoxi, you have good intentions."

Hirata Ichiro turned his anger into joy, and a gleam of joy appeared on his cold face.

Hirata Ichiro was worried that the porcelain altar would be damaged, so he carefully picked up the porcelain altar to appreciate it.

After all, this priceless porcelain altar is worth several planes in his heart.

(End of this chapter)