lcionline Chapter 1313 There are always some clueless people
Chapter 1313 There are always some clueless people
The commotion at the auction was completely over, and the five-stringed zither became Niu Niu's favorite. Coincidentally, there was a self-combed woman from Huidong who had studied the pipa since childhood and was quite skilled at it. She would take time every day to teach the young lady, and in just a few days, little Niu Niu was playing quite well.
The day of Arthur and Susanna's engagement has arrived, and Da Bao is definitely going to attend. Engagement ceremonies in English high society are simply cocktail parties, where dignitaries are invited to chat, dance, and drink.
The British are traditional and inflexible, and they don't come up with any new ideas.
Zuo Mingyue couldn't attend; she had already checked into St. John's Hospital. Qin Qingyou and Lu Xiu'e, along with Nuannuan and Niuniu, accompanied her. Da Bao, who came to attend the engagement ceremony, was also distracted.
Da Bao's suit was somewhat unconventional, resembling the double-breasted style worn by fashionable young people in later generations, with a V-neck shirt underneath. Unlike the older guests attending the engagement ceremony, who were either wearing Italian bespoke suits with neatly tied ties and bow ties, Da Bao's attire was quite different.
They either wear black tailcoats, gloves on their hands, and of course, top hats. Da Bao can't help but laugh when he sees them dressed like this; they look especially like Charlie Chaplin's Modern Times.
Those attending today's reception are all high-ranking officials and dignitaries. Almost everyone in Parliament, except for the opposing side, is present; even the Prime Minister has sent a special envoy.
The purpose of these dignitaries attending the party was mainly for social obligations; only Da Bao genuinely came to congratulate Arthur and Susanna.
Among the more than one hundred people at the party, there was only one Asian face, which truly made him stand out from the crowd.
Da Bao stood at the buffet table, picked up a glass of champagne and a small cake, and slowly ate them. Several arrogant gentlemen came to the buffet table together to pour their drinks.
There aren't any waiters like those who carry a tray with wine on it, like vendors on a train, weaving through the crowd, and anyone who wants a drink has to pour it for themselves at the counter.
Da Bao ate his cake as if no one else was around, while the gentlemen stroked their spiky beards and looked at Da Bao with disdain.
“Victor, who hired this Asian pig? It has absolutely no manners.”
“Yes, Alexander Andrew, that's very rude.”
"To be at the same party as someone like that, oh dear, the Winnie family has completely lost face."
Da Bao listened while scoffing, "What's so great about you? Aren't you just a member of the Winnie the Pooh family? And you say I'm ill-mannered and rude? Just wait, I'll teach you poor bastards a lesson."
Seeing Da Bao's unmoved expression, the gentlemen assumed he couldn't understand English and became even more brazen.
“The pigs of Asia, on my farm, are only fit to sleep with cattle and horses; they are even inferior to my servants.”
“Oh Alexander Andrew, how could you let those swine sleep with your most prized horses? Are they worthy?”
"As far as we are concerned, Asians are only fit to lick the soles of my shoes. Back in 1951, on the peninsula, I kicked their president's ass."
"Oh my god, is their president's ass as hard as a plank?"
“Oh, dear Victor, how did you know? I have to wear my riding boots when I kick their asses, otherwise I can’t kick them properly.”
Da Bao couldn't hold back any longer. These hillbillies, if he didn't teach them a lesson, they wouldn't know they were above the law.
"Alexander Andrew? I think I've heard that name before. You're the commander of the 7th Regiment of the British 29th Brigade, right? Back in 1951, our Chinese People's Volunteer Army annihilated the British 29th Brigade's Gloucester Regiment."
This is the first time in thirty years that a British army unit has been wiped out as a whole. That battalion was under your command, wasn't it? I really don't understand, a defeated general, spouting such nonsense here. Who gave you the audacity?
Alexander Andrew's beard leaped in anger, but he was powerless to refute the statement, for his Gloucestershire battalion had indeed been wiped out, and he had been dismissed from his post, recalled to the country, and now served as a minor official in the Water Resources Department.
Today is Duke Arthur's engagement. He used all his connections to get an invitation, wore the tailcoat he made last year, and even got his beard trimmed at the barbershop. He hoped to meet some dignitaries at the party, and that's why he mocked Da Bao so much in order to show off.
Unexpectedly, Da Bao was so blunt, revealing all his secrets in one go. Alexander Andrew was somewhat embarrassed and angry, and he pointed at Da Bao and shouted.
"You Asian, dressed so inappropriately, how did you even get into this party? Someone like you should be working in a mine, how dare you stand with us?"
His roar attracted the vast majority of dignitaries and nobles, who all gathered around to watch the spectacle.
Da Bao held a champagne glass and looked at Alexander Andrew with disdain.
These men and women, officials and noblewomen, all pointed and whispered about Da Bao. Da Bao didn't even need to listen carefully; he knew they were just spouting nonsense.
The man named Victor was a minor official in the London City Council. Birds of a feather flock together, and only someone like him was worthy of standing with Alexander Andrew.
He always spoke with a beaming smile and a fawning demeanor, but when he looked at Da Bao, he glared at him and loudly rebuked him.
“Asian pigs, Mr. Andrew is right. How dare people like you sneak into a party like this? Security, where is security?”
Two Indian men ran in through the door, carrying sticks. They approached Victor and spoke respectfully.
"Sir, what can I do for you?"
Victor pointed smugly at Da Bao.
"Get this lowlife out of here."
"Yes, sir."
They turned to look at Da Bao, whose expression turned cold. They held their sticks but dared not approach.
Suddenly a lazy voice rang out.
"A bunch of blind fools, daring to call a duke a lowly person? What a joke!"
With the sound, Henry Macmillan parted the crowd and walked in. He walked up to Da Bao, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed deeply.
"Your Grace, we meet again."
Dabao snorted.
"Henry, you're really meddling. If this weren't Arthur's engagement ceremony, do you think those guys would still be alive?"
Alexander Andrew cried out in surprise.
"What? This Asian man is a duke? Are you kidding me? Which tiny country bestowed that title upon him?"
Henry Macmillan gave him a disdainful look.
"This gentleman is a Duke of Denmark and the Grand Master of the Royal Knights. What? Do you have any questions?"