Zhang Jingdong said loudly: "I don't know about that, but I do know the consequences of offending your American father, they will send you some gifts, like Fat Man and Little Boy."
Asou Jiro was completely broken now!
He said in a deep voice, "Baka, I want a duel with you!"
"Duel?" Zhang Jingdong laughed: "You'd better call your father now and have him come here too. I'll beat up him as well!"
At this moment, Asou Jiro was almost furious, but he received so-called noble education as a child. In addition, the insulting words and logic of Japan and Europe and America are far inferior to those of Huaxia, so he really didn't know how to retaliate.
"You..."
At this point, the lounge manager saw that it was two Asian men arguing, and immediately came over.
"Gentlemen, could you please keep quiet? If you continue arguing, I'll have no choice but to ask you to leave!"
Zhang Jingdong then said: "How many bottles of this Romanee Conti do you have here?"
