Back to the private room-

When Song Zhichao saw that Yan Tong and Suguwala looked wrong, he asked them what had happened outside.

Before Sugwala could speak, Yan Tong rushed to say, "It's okay, I met Sugwala's competitor, the MP named Usoma, and I quarreled a few times because of a little conflict."

He also said, "I originally wanted to calm down, but Suguwala couldn't swallow this and insisted on fighting with the other party. I held him to the death and didn't start!" He shook his head and continued, "Young man, he just couldn't calm down and needed to be tempered."

Suguvara next to her was very depressed when she heard it. The old man said anything, and she couldn't even say anything back.

Who is Song Zhichao, he knows Yan Tong very well, and of course he knows what kind of "personality" this old man has - when he was the Inspector of China in Hong Kong, he didn't know how many people had died.

But whoever made him Yan Susu’s father-in-law really his cheap father-in-law. Even if he wanted to criticize him, he wouldn’t be able to speak out.

"Okay, let's not talk about those bad things - the snake meat here is really good. Achao, do you really not try it anymore?" Yan Tong picked up the chopsticks and pointed to the newly cooked snake meat.

"No, you'll enjoy it slowly." Song Zhichao smiled.

"Then I'm not polite - I'm old and it's rare to encounter a dish that I like. Don't laugh at me!" Yan Tong started to move his hands again and feasted.

Just then, I heard a mess outside-

"Is this room? Do you tell me it's right?" But it was the voice of Usoma just now.

"Mr. Wu, no, don't go in! If anyone offends you, I will apologize to you!" This was the voice of the boss's wife.

"I have to make him apologize today! Don't think that being the mayor can cover up the sky!"

"By the way, there is that bad old man. I don't care who he is. Today he won't admit his mistake to me. Even if it's King of Hell, I'm not afraid!" The Usoma Congressman shouted loudly, looking very angry.

Before Yan Tong and Suguwala could come to their senses in the room, they heard the door kicking open with a slam, and then they saw the Usoma breaking in with alcohol, with three or four people following him, like his friends.

It turned out that after Usoma returned to his room, he became more and more angry. Originally, he lost to the damn Suguvara in the campaign. Now that Suguvara and an old man ignored him and insulted him, how could he swallow this tone?

So Usoma took a few sips of wine, thinking that his family background was better than that of Suguwala, so why did he do it?

If you admit defeat this time, how can you still be in politics in the future?

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, the more angry he became. So he ignored the dissuasion of his friends and the obstruction of the hotel owner, and rushed in.

Those friends were afraid that something would happen to him and would really hurt someone, so they followed him.

At this moment, in the private room—

Usoma, who broke in, looked at Song Zhichao, then looked at Sugvara, and Yan Tong, who was picking up snake meat with chopsticks to eat, immediately reached out and overturned the cooking pot to the ground.

With a bang, the cooking pot fell to the ground, and snake meat and soup sprinkled all over the floor. Fortunately, the soup was not very hot after being left for a long time. Even so, some of it still splashed on Song Zhichao's trouser legs, and the soup spread to his feet.

Song Zhichao frowned, a trace of light appeared in his eyes, and he looked at the angry Usoma.

Usoma was already angry, stepping on a chair with one foot and pointing at Sugvara's nose with the other. She was about to scold her, but suddenly she was stared at by Song Zhichao and couldn't help but feel cold all over.

Then he looked at Song Zhichao carefully, and then his expression changed drastically.

Why?

Because he knew Song Zhichao - to be precise, he recognized Song Zhichao.

During this period, Song Zhichao was very popular in the upper class of Thailand. Anyone with a little face is proud to know Song Zhichao.

What's more, the main reason why Usoma lost to Suguwala this time was that Song Zhichao helped.

Usoma heard that Song Zhichao called many MPs who had voting advice and asked them to vote for Sugovara, and mobilized many wealthy people to help Sugovara carry out publicity, so that Usoma lost a lot of badly.

Therefore, it can be said that Usoma actually lost to Song Zhichao, and Song Zhichao defeated him just easily made a call.

Usoma hated Song Zhichao to the core, but he also knew Song Zhichao's energy - it was not an exaggeration to say that he turned his hands into clouds and turned his hands into rain.

Taking a deep breath, Usoma tried hard to hold back the anger in his heart, because he knew that he could not afford to offend Song Zhichao. It could even be said that few people in Thailand could offend Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao is the "savior" of Thailand. Whether it is the Thai people or the upper class in Thailand, they have a very good impression of Song Zhichao. It can even be said that Song Zhichao's reputation in Thailand is enough to match many Thai big names.

"Sorry, I went to the wrong room." Usoma said, turning his head and about to leave the room.

The group of friends and the proprietress who came with him were stunned. They didn't understand what happened to Usoma. They were angry just now, so why did they become timid immediately?

Before everyone could come back to their senses, Song Zhichao said lightly behind Usoma: "Just leave like this? The soup made my pants dirty."

Usoma's body was motionless as if he had been cast in a fixed spell.

Turning back, Usoma looked at Song Zhichao and tried hard to squeeze out a smile: "Mr. Song, I didn't mean it."

All the friends who came with him were shocked. First, they were surprised by Usoma's humble voice, and then they heard the three words "Mr. Song". Suddenly, one of them seemed to understand something, and his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly whispered a few words to the people around him.

Suddenly, the people were all shocked. When they looked at Song Zhichao again, their originally surprised gaze turned into fear.

Song Zhichao stretched out his finger, flipped the stains on his legs of the elastic pants contemptuously and said, "I like others to stain my pants the most!"

Usoma's face turned blue and white, and after a long time, he said, "I'm sorry, I'll help you!"

After saying that, he walked to Song Zhichao, picked up the napkin placed on the table, and then gritted his teeth and bent down to wipe the legs of Song Zhichao's pants.

Song Zhichao frowned: "Just like this?"

Usoma: "…"

Song Zhichao glanced at his knee and said nothing.

Usoma: "…"

Let him kneel?

This is simply a bare humiliation.

But--

But Usoma knew clearly that if he did not surrender, the other party would likely use all his energy to suppress himself, or even his family.

Yes, this terrible Chinese has this ability!

Especially in the current environment in Thailand, if someone wants to suppress you, no one will help you. On the contrary, many people will take the blame.

Thinking of this, four words popped up in Usoma's mind: "Hold on humiliation!"

So, in full view of everyone, Usoma slowly bent her legs and was about to kneel down to wipe the legs of Song Zhichao's pants.

Next to them, their friends were bound to be sad about the death of the rabbit and the fox.

Usually, everyone is in charge of showing off their strength and power. With the wealth and power of the family, they have always bullied others, and no one dares to touch a hair, but now-

All of my friends closed their eyes and couldn't bear to look at them again.

But just as Usoma was about to kneel down, Song Zhichao suddenly said, "Okay, I'm talking to you!"

Usoma: "…"

Others: "…"

They all looked at Song Zhichao stupidly.

Song Zhichao stood up, reached out and pulled Usoma up and said, "Your name is Usoma, right? Actually, I know your dad!"

Usoma: "…"

He was in his thirties or forties. At this moment, he was looked at by Song Zhichao in his early twenties with such care, and felt uncomfortable all over his body. Especially when Song Zhichao even said, "I know your dad", the strange feeling became even stronger.

Looking at Usoma's frustrated look, wanting to laugh but unable to laugh, Song Zhichao was very pleased.

"Getting together" with the Thai people has always been Song Zhichao's loftiest ideal. It is also his usual behavior to accept a few more children and nephews and juniors.

For Song Zhichao, even if you are gray-haired, I don’t mind being your uncle!
Chapter completed!