Siheyuan: My Northeastern Farmhouse

Chapter 432 Action Scene

After getting the answer, Gu Weijun held a cigar in his mouth and motioned to the waiter with his chin, "Handsome guy, call the police for me."

After the conflict ended, the waiter slowly came over and timidly replied: "Sir, they are very capable!"

Then his eyes shone again, and his words were full of interest, "Sir, did you just use Chinese Kung Fu?"

"Ah, da~~" and simultaneously waving his arms wildly, imitating Bruce Lee's cry
Gu Weijun has a black line. If you don’t understand, don’t learn it randomly. You are a bastard boxer and you have insulted Chinese Kung Fu.
"Yes, it's Chinese Kung Fu, but it's not the same school as Bruce Lee's."

"Oh, my God, I finally saw Chinese Kung Fu for real. Oh, it's so great! Sir, what do you think of me?" The waiter raised his arms and bulged his biceps, "Can you learn it quickly? "

"Sir, please teach me!"

Gu Weijun was defeated by the foreigner's naivety. He pointed to the two people still wailing on the ground and said, "Go call the police."

"Oh, yes, sir."

The waiter immediately went to make a phone call energetically, and then immediately came back to pester Gu Weijun. Not only that, other people in the bar also gathered around and started asking about Chinese Kung Fu.

Gu Weijun, with the purpose of promoting Chinese culture, patiently answered each question one by one, and occasionally made two small gestures. Unfortunately, the waiter became the target of the gestures, but this dear friend actually enjoyed it.

After almost half an hour, two police officers, one tall, one short, one fat and one thin, pushed open the door of the bar with three shaking steps. "Who called the police just now?"

"Did anyone get hurt during the robbery? Was a gun used? The caller said it was very brutal?"

"By the way, did you call 120?"

After being reminded by the police, everyone in the bar suddenly realized, Oops, why did you forget to call 120 just now? But looking at the two tough guys on the ground, he didn't shout, so he shouldn't need to?
"Officer, it was me who called the police." The waiter had just experienced the sore feeling of being grabbed and his face was still twisted. When he heard the police's inquiry, he immediately raised his hand and asked from the crowd. Squeeze it out.

"Uh~~ Are you the victim?" The fat policeman looked him up and down, "You don't seem to be injured?"

"No, officer, I'm not the victim." The waiter waved his hand quickly, "The victim is here."

The police followed the waiter's finger and noticed the two tough guys lying on the ground, or maybe they just ignored it on purpose.
"That's it." The waiter danced and described the conflict that just occurred, "Ah, da~~~~"

"Right, that is it."

The fat policeman pulled him away impatiently, "Hey, brother, you are so talented, you should become an actor!"

The waiter froze on the spot, "Really?"

"I, Willis, am I really so talented?"

"Yes, I think so too!"

"However, I should change my name." The waiter looked back at Gu Weijun, who had taken some time to deal with the police interrogation, and an idea came to his mind, "Yes, that's right, it's called Bruce."

"My name will be Bruce Willis from now on!"

"Chinese or Japanese? It doesn't matter." The fat policeman rolled his eyes up and down, looked at Gu Weijun, took out a notebook, held a pen with his thick fingers, and was about to write a ticket on the spot, "You committed the crime of endangering public safety. A fine of $1000 is required.”

"In addition, you need to bear the medical expenses of these two gentlemen. Give me your driver's license."

"But this "just" policeman, it's a pity that you don't have the right to punish me." Gu Weijun took out another cigar from his pocket and lit it. I have to say that to show off, he had to smoke a cigar. " Before I came to the United States, I knew one thing.”

"There's only one kind of person in America who can't offend the rich."

Gu Weijun smiled politely and said, "It just so happens that I am."

"Mr. Impartial Police Officer, I want to inform you of something that makes you very regretful. You have no right to impose administrative penalties on me." Gu Weijun took out his diplomatic ID and waved it in front of his eyes, "I am a diplomat and I have diplomatic immunity. "

Seeing the stupefied look on the fat policeman's face, Gu Weijun blew cigar smoke into his face and glanced down at his police badge, "Also, Mr. "Just" policeman, I think you should consider your next job. "Work." "Because, I have reason to suspect that you have private transactions with gangsters in your country, have engaged in immoral behavior, and have violated U.S. laws, whether it is federal or Massachusetts. "

The fat policeman was dumbfounded and couldn't recover for a moment, standing there blankly.

Gu Weijun turned to the thin policeman, still smiling, "Mr. Policeman, can you now handle this security case fairly?"

"Furthermore, I also suspect that Howard in their mouth has more than one life on his hands and is a serious criminal."

"You lied!" The fat policeman suddenly woke up and shouted, then reached for his waist and tried to take out his pistol.

"George, don't be impulsive!" The thin policeman's face turned pale with fright, and he rushed forward and hugged the fat policeman, "Think about your family!"

Slowly, the fat policeman calmed down and released his hand from the holster on his waist.

Gu Weijun just watched the whole process with cold eyes, this damn fat guy wants to die! If the fat man did not receive the punishment he deserved, Gu Weijun would sneer in his heart.

Feeling that the fat policeman relaxed, the thin policeman let go of him and wiped the cold sweat from his head, "George, please go out and wait for me in the car."

After the fat policeman walked out of the bar lonely, the thin policeman quickly took notes, checked Gu Weijun's ID in detail, then detained the two strong men on the ground and dragged them out of the bar.

"Hey, Mr. Police, remember what I just said, please report it. If the fair police officer George does not receive the punishment that your country deserves, then I will lodge a protest with your country's Secretary of State."

"You know, I," Gu Weijun waved his diplomatic certificate again, "have this channel."

Gu Weijun's smile seemed like a devil in the eyes of the thin policeman, "I have memorized your police number."

The skinny policeman could only vent his anger on the two strong men, beating and kicking them and dragging them out of the bar.

There was silence in the bar, everyone was calmed down by Gu Weijun
Only the waiter who was named Bruce Willis didn't seem to realize anything. He ran up to Gu Weijun and said, "Liger, I have decided that I want to be an actor in Hollywood."

"I, Bruce Willis, will definitely become a great action actor!"

"Hmm~~" Gu Weijun was stunned for a moment when he heard the waiter shouting his name loudly, "What's your name?"

"Bruce Willis!"

"How about it? Liger, isn't this a great name? It's just as great as Bruce Lee!"

Is it such a coincidence? Such a funny person
"you sure?"

"I am sure!"

"Well, I wish you the best!" Gu Weijun picked up a napkin from a table, took out a pen, wrote a series of phone numbers on it, and handed it to Bruce Willis, "You can call this when you get to Hollywood. Telephone."

"I have a friend over there, well, you might know him too."

"Really?" Willis was very excited, "How come I didn't know I knew someone in Hollywood!"

"Oh, Elizabeth Taylor, do you know her?"

"Ty Taylor" Willis looked ashamed and stammered: "I know him." He was embarrassed to say the second part, but he didn't know him.

After a short while, Willis regained his fighting spirit, "Thank you, Liger!"

"By the way, you have been asking about Wang An's company before. Are you going to visit Wang An?"

"I have a friend who is a security guard there. He told me that Mr. Wang An will show up at the company door on time before 7 o'clock every morning."

(End of this chapter)