Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 483: God is with me
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"What do you Mexicans come to see me for?" Major Harding leaned on a high chair with his legs on the desk and sneered at Rubin who had come to visit him. The sarcasm and contempt in the words came out. .
Usually Rubin comes out to work, and all kinds of anxiety and care are indispensable. Because the uncle of ‘Enclave’ has all the resources in the city, an accidental offense can be very troublesome. Only today he found the manager of ‘Enclave’ stationed in the port of Progreso, but his expression was a little more natural.
"Mr. Harding, our Excellency Governor invites you tonight ..." Rubin tried to make his smile reflect a low-spirited attitude, but the "Enclave" staff still let him in the past few months. Subconsciously bent down.
Even so respectful, Major Harding, who has the power of port management, interrupted immediately: "I received the invitation from you. But sorry, I ’m not available."
His mouth said ‘sorry’, but Harding ’s face did n’t mean a little ‘sorry’. Instead, he ridiculed and said, "The governor who told you, be honest in his governor's house, don't think about what you shouldn't think. We all know what he wants to do, but he won't succeed Of.
Our ‘Enclave’ has always been generous and will keep him a little decent. But ... his offense against Lord Lula has caused us resentment and anger. I know he persuaded the headquarters to send a patrol team to Mérida to investigate, but I would say his little cleverness is ridiculous.
Although Lula ’s management style is a little rough, I still agree with his ability. So I think Alfonso is better not to mess up, otherwise ... it is not a big deal to change the Governor. Anyway, any Mexican under my hand can do better than him. dont you agree? Ha Ha Ha ... "
Lieutenant Colonel Harding did n’t even look at Rubin who bowed his head when he was talking. He was manicuring a nail clipper in his hand. After he finished speaking, he waved casually, indicating that his attitude was like this. At the end, he said a little to Rubin, "Tell me your governor, you can get away."
In the face of this arrogant and unreasonable attitude, Rubin couldn't help but feel angry. In the past, he could only silently swallow his lips and quietly left, because he was just a weak Mexican, eating and drinking Lhasa all depended on ‘Enclave’ for charity, and his waist bar could n’t harden at all. But now the situation is different ...
"Mr. Harding, I actually sent you some gifts for our governor this time. Our governor said, whether you come to the party tomorrow or not, these gifts are his friendly attitude to you. "Rubin was too lazy to chew on his words, and he decided to go directly to the killer.
"Gift? Ha Ha Ha ..., what kind of gift can a guy who is trapped in the governor ’s palace and can only serve as a puppet give me? Should he give me his woman?
Boy, you need to know that I am the port manager of Progreso. The transportation of materials throughout the Yucatán area needs to pass through me. I don't think anything can be given to me by your governor. In terms of abundant materials, I am the king here. "
Major Harding ’s position is very important. The port management power he holds is an excellent location for fishing. He did not control the life and death of the entire Yucatan region like Lula, but he controlled the fate of everyone in the entire region from another perspective.
Listening to Rubin ’s gift for the Governor of Alfonso, Major Major laughed and laughed, and his voice echoed throughout the office. Even the guards behind him looked at Rubin with disdain. The ridiculous sound didn't last long. Suddenly a few throaty swallowing sounds came from the guards.
It sounds like the greedy insect has discovered a long-cherished good thing, encouraging the master's strong demand and possessive desire. The sound was so loud that even the laughter of Major Harding could not be concealed and clearly heard.
"Is the gift special? What is it?" Harding first looked back strangely at the guard behind him, and then at Rubin, who bowed in front. He leaned his feet against the chair, and even looking up, he couldn't see the area blocked by the desk. And just under that area, Rubin seemed to be carrying something out of a box.
The sound of the tinkling bell sounds like the glass bottle is colliding slightly, and Harding immediately recalled his familiar scene-the bartender in the bar carrying the bottle and pouring the wine. This scene was common in the past, but Now almost extinct. At least not in Mexico.
Westerners have a strong bar culture. Going to the bar for a drink during leisure is a social activity for men, women and children.
Wine is a necessity for Westerners. However, Wasteland is difficult to even have a full stomach. Drinking alcohol is already an extremely luxurious behavior for many people. The point is that it is difficult to get wine even if you have status and power.
In the past few months, ‘Enclave’ desperately searched for Mexico ’s living resources, and various materials were being shipped to the United States. In the early days Major Harding could still see things like rum from the shipping list, but now wine has long disappeared.
The nuclear winter weather is cold, and ‘a drink’ is a stronger demand for Westerners. It is the best way to eliminate sorrow, reduce stress, and even mediate the mind and body-but the problem is that there is no wine!
Hading's own throat knot twitched. In just a second or two, many thoughts recurred in his mind-is it really wine? impossible? It is impossible to have wine in the hands of Alfonso waste. Maybe it ’s something like canned food, but I ’m not short of canned food. Impossible is wine, absolutely impossible!
But ...
Boom ... two large wine bottles were placed on the desk following Rubin's movements. He expressed his full tantrum through this action, which was mixed with unhappiness, anger, pride and mockery. He waited to see the self-proclaimed noble Major Harding fall down in front of a bottle of wine.
The whisky brought by Zhou Qingfeng did not disappoint Rubin, its power is huge enough.
The moment the speculation was revealed, Major Harding ’s speculation and doubt quickly disappeared. His original pride was that the smoke disappeared, and the idea of "drinking a cup" came out like a thunder, and the strong alcohol addiction urged him to take a sip.
For a group of people who are accustomed to drinking, it ’s a hell-like torment for a few months without drinking. Major Harding felt that he had been forced to quit drinking, and the demand for alcohol had gradually faded. But now he knew that it was not desalination, but waiting for a fierce outbreak after accumulating to a certain extent.
"'Supreme' brand whiskey, I have never heard of this brand." Major Harding disregarded his manners. He jumped from the chair and grabbed a bottle of wine, glanced at the bottle. , Without saying anything, open the cap with a corkscrew, and Gudong made a big sip into his mouth.
Ah ...!
After filling, Harding happily burped his wine and stared at the bottle with incredible eyes, as if he was still sure he was drinking whiskey. He followed his head and laughed three times, shouting with cheers: "This wine is awesome, I feel that my soul is going to heaven, and God is with me." (To be continued.)