“Jewe Restaurant!”

Maserati stopped in front of a luxuriously decorated restaurant. Duan Fei looked at the restaurant's sign and read it out gently.

"I heard you like steak very much?" Weisheng Ziyue smiled.

"It's okay." Duan Fei nodded.

"That's right, the steak here is the best I've ever had."

Weisheng Ziyue took the lead and led Ouyang Mansha and Duan Fei in.

The two doormen at the door bowed respectfully: "Welcome."

When you push the door in, the layout inside is very elegant and unique, with an exotic style.

"It's quite bright here."

Weisheng Ziyue occupied a table by the window and waved to the waiter.

“avez-vousbesoindeceservice?”

The waiter is a man of standard figure, wearing a straight horse clip and a pitch-black bow tie, full of style.

Duan Fei didn't understand his words and looked at Wei Sheng Ziyue.

"He asked you what service you need, in French." Ouyang Mansha next to her whispered.

Duan Fei nodded: "Where is the menu, I'll take a look."

The waiter looked at him with no answer.

Duan Fei frowned and emphasized his tone: "Where is the menu, I'll take a look."

“déso1é, dspas!”

The waiter still smiled and said in French.

Duan Fei had no choice but to continue looking at Ouyang Mansha with depression.

"He said he couldn't understand you!" Ouyang Mansha suppressed her smile and continued to translate.

"Don't understand?" Duan Fei looked at the waiter: "Are you a Chinese?"

“oui, m.maisonnepar1efran?aisrestaurant!”

The waiter spoke fluent French like spring flowers and flowing water, but unfortunately Duan Fei didn't understand a single sentence.

"He said he was Chinese, but he could only speak French during his work." Ouyang Mansha shook her head slightly.

Duan Fei's face darkened: "What do you mean? If you can't speak French, can't you come to have a meal?"

The waiter didn't say anything, but there was a hint of contempt in his eyes, and he obviously looked down on Duan Fei's style.

Weisheng Ziyue also frowned a little. When she came here before, Ouyang Mansha was by her side, she didn't feel anything. Now Duan Fei reminded her that she realized that this restaurant was very problematic.

“monsieur, déso1é,?ais!”

It's still fluent French, but the waiter's eyes look even more contemptuous.

"He said that this place is only for French-speaking people!" Ouyang Mansha whispered.

"Only serve people who speak French?" Duan Fei sneered: "This is the land of China, why don't you serve us?"

He pointed to the waiter: "Go, call your manager, I'm going to ask him."

The waiter nodded and turned around and left.

"Why don't you pretend you can't understand?"

Looking at the waiter's figure, Duan Fei sneered.

"If not, let's change the house," Weisheng Ziyue frowned and said, "Mantha had negotiated with them before, but I really didn't realize that this broken store had such a problem."

Ouyang Mansha said: "Sorry, I just know that the steak here is great and the atmosphere is good. I didn't realize that there is such a problem here."

The two looked at Duan Fei together to see if he left.

"Since you're here, let's ask clearly." Duan Fei said lightly.

Not long after, the waiter came over with a man in a suit. He was also a Chinese, but with the arrogance unique to foreigners, he walked with his head raised and nodded with his chin.

“monsieur, caré, excusez-moi, vousavezbesoindemesservices!”

It's still a standard French, but it sounds so harsh.

"Are you Chinese?" Duan Fei asked.

The manager smiled and said nothing.

"I asked you if you are from China?" Duan Fei emphasized his tone.

"monsieur, veui11ezpar1erfran?ais!" the manager said with his head raised and a little arrogant.

"He asked you to speak French!" Ouyang Mansha whispered.

The manager nodded slightly to Ouyang Mansha and expressed his appreciation.

Duan Fei sneered at it: "You can understand Chinese language, why do you pretend to be deaf?"

"monsieur, inettpourpar1erfran?ts!" the manager said calmly.

"He only provides services to French speakers!" Ouyang Mansha translated in unison.

"Fuck you!"

Duan Fei exploded and suddenly lifted the table upside down!

A clamor!

The noise was so loud that everyone here suddenly alarmed and looked at Duan Fei in surprise.

Ouyang Mansha didn't expect Duan Fei's reaction to be so intense. She was so scared that she covered her chest and her little face turned pale.

Weisheng Ziyue seemed to have expected this a long time ago, and hugged Ouyang Mansha and comforted her quietly.

"What are you doing?"

The manager was also startled and said angrily after reacting.

"Oh, you can speak Chinese as well. What kind of garlic you just pretended to be?" Duan Fei sneered.

"Vulgar! Unruly! It's someone like you who has lost our face in China!" The manager pointed at Duan Fei and said angrily.

"Bad!"

Duan Fei curled his lips contemptuously: "On the land of China, he refused to speak Chinese, and only provided services to French speakers, counting things that forget his ancestors! Who of us embarrasses China? Are you not a little bit of a tyrant?"

The manager was so angry that his whole body shook, and his lips trembled angrily said, "It's unreasonable!"

Then he angrily said to the waiter behind him, who was also shocked, "Call the police!"

The waiter nodded and left in a hurry.

Duan Fei stood up and moved his wrists, and walked towards the manager with a grim smile: "Very good, anyway, you have called the police, so I might as well beat you up again. This may lead to more days for me to be locked up, and you are happy to see it."

The manager looked at Duan Fei's hooligan look and his face turned pale: "You...what do you want to do, don't come over...will not come over!"

He said, and he stepped back.

"Scared?"

Duan Fei looked at the guy's face changing color and sneered: "Don't you speak French? Call your French father to come and save you! Call!"

Finally, he shouted loudly, and the manager was so scared that he sat on the ground with a thud, trembling and speechless.

"Duan Fei!"

Weisheng Ziyue called Duan Fei, who was trying to beat someone, and shook his head slightly: "Forget it."

Duan Fei could not really hit someone. After all, although this manager is hateful, there is no big evil, just scare him.

After spitting, Duan Fei said to Weisheng Ziyue: "For your sake, let it go."

The three of them stood up and were about to leave, but they saw a turn of the restaurant door and several policemen came in.

So efficient?

Duan Fei was stunned, and Weisheng Ziyue also frowned slightly. Just as she was about to say something, the manager on the ground seemed to have grabbed the life-saving straw and rushed over to hug the policeman's thigh: "Help! Save me!"

"I was so arrogant just now that I was just 20,000 or 50,000 yuan. I pretended not to understand Chinese language, but why are you holding the Chinese police's thighs now?" Duan Fei sneered and spat.

"It's the police you called, someone is making trouble here?"

The policeman pulled the manager up and asked.

The manager nodded repeatedly, pointed at Duan Fei just as he was about to say something, but suddenly he was speechless, as if he had thought of something incredible and stopped talking.

Everyone looked at him strangely, not knowing what the manager was doing.

Only Duan Fei could see that the cuckold girl was on the manager's head, flapping her wings and sprinkling a piece of colored powder.
Chapter completed!