eurekapd Chapter 1150 He is a more terrible lunatic
Chapter 1150 He is a more terrible lunatic
"Ah," Su Zhengyang cut the last piece of steak gracefully and put it into his mouth to savor it carefully, "This dinner is really pleasant."
He picked up the napkin and gently wiped the corner of his mouth, then picked up the glass of dark red Burgundy wine: "Everyone, how about we toast tonight's gathering?"
Several envoys mechanically raised their glasses, their hands trembling slightly. This dinner party was actually an invisible contest, and they were all obviously defeated.
"Actually," Su Zhengyang said in a gentle voice, like a sincere host, "I prefer such occasions. Good wine and delicious food can make people forget those unpleasant things."
He looked around, scanning everyone's face: "For example, those cold terms on the negotiation table, those unbearable scenes in the conference room..."
The last sentence made everyone shudder, and Romanov's screams seemed to ring in their ears again.
"So," Su Zhengyang raised his glass, "I hope we can have more opportunities like this in the future, sitting at the table like friends, chatting and laughing. Instead of..."
He paused meaningfully: "Rather than being on the negotiating table with a tense situation like today."
These words were said mildly, but they sent a chill down everyone's spine. This was clearly a warning - either sit down peacefully at the table like today, or settle the matter at the negotiation table.
"Come on," Su Zhengyang said with a smile, "Cheers."
"Cheers..." Everyone murmured in agreement and swallowed the last sip of wine with difficulty.
"Let's end the dinner here," Su Zhengyang stood up gracefully, "I believe you are all tired. Secretary Zhang will arrange for someone to take you back."
Seeing Su Zhengyang leaving, the envoys all breathed a sigh of relief. This seemingly peaceful dinner was actually more exhausting than any negotiation.
Because they know that starting from tonight, the Far East has completely changed. And this man who can chat and laugh at the dinner table, but also thunder and lightning at the negotiation table, will be the leader of this new era.
Late at night, inside the British Embassy.
Wilson, Du Bois, Chesterfield and Silva sat around the fireplace, each with an extremely solemn expression.
"I just went to see Romanov," DuBois said, his voice trembling, and he spilled a few drops of brandy. "He...his hands..."
She paused, as if trying to calm down: "I was almost smashed into a meat pie. The doctor said that even if I could save my life, my hands would be useless."
"Oh my God..." Silva gasped.
"That madman," Du Bois gritted his teeth, "hit me again and again with a hammer..."
She didn't finish her words, but everyone present shuddered involuntarily. They recalled Su Zhengyang's elegant manners at the dinner party and thought of his cruel methods against Romanov. The contrast was chilling.
"Romanov is now half dead," Dubois poured himself a glass of wine tremblingly, "He has been talking nonsense, and the doctor said it may be due to great mental stimulation."
"This Su Zhengyang..." Chesterfield wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "He is simply a devil."
"No," Wilson shook his head, "He is more terrible than the devil. The devil is only cruel, but he..."
"She was able to talk and laugh with us after the brutality," Silva said, "as if nothing had happened."
The room fell into a deathly silence. The fire in the fireplace crackled softly, casting flickering shadows on the wall.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Wilson said solemnly, "we must report to our respective governments immediately. China...is no longer a target we can easily provoke."
No one objected. They all remembered Su Zhengyang's last warning clearly - either they could just chat and laugh at the dinner table, or they could settle the matter at the negotiation table.
Romanov's fate was the price of choosing the latter.
"He's like Hitler," Du Bois said, taking a sip of brandy, his voice trembling, "that crazy brutality, that chilling coldness..."
"But not completely," she continued, "Hidler is a lunatic, a complete lunatic. And Su Zhengyang..."
She paused, as if looking for the right words: "He has a special charm, an irresistible attraction. When he talks about the world situation, his wisdom and foresight even make people forget his cruelty."
"No," Wilson suddenly said in a deep voice, "He is much more terrible than Hidler."
Everyone's eyes were focused on him.
"Hiedler is a madman, that's true," Wilson said, rising and walking to the fireplace, "but his madness is naked and his ambition is obvious. He will loudly proclaim his racial theories and openly express his desire for conquest."
The firelight reflected on his face, casting a deep shadow: "But Su Zhengyang is different. His madness is carefully calculated, and his brutality is calm and rational. He knows when to show grace and when to show his fangs."
"Like tonight," Wilson turned, "he can have dinner with us after brutally torturing Romanov. He can eat delicious food and talk about how to control the Far East. This kind of person... "
He took a deep breath and said, "This kind of person is ten or even a hundred times more terrible than Hidler."
"Why?" Silva couldn't help asking.
"Because he's a real madman," Wilson's voice became unusually heavy, "a madman in the guise of rationality. He doesn't act impulsively like Hidler, and every step he takes is carefully considered. He knows when to advance and when to retreat."
"The most terrifying thing is," Wilson continued, "he understands exactly how we think. He knows our weaknesses and our fears. He can threaten us in the most civilized way and humiliate us in the most elegant way."
The room fell into deathly silence.
"And," Wilson's voice almost dropped to a whisper, "he has something that Hidler doesn't have - patience. He won't rush to conquer the world like Hidler did. He will wait, lie dormant, until the right time."
"Just as he did today," Chesterfield murmured, "when we get burned out in Europe..."
"That's right," Wilson sat back in his chair heavily, "This is the most terrifying thing. A person with the ambition of a madman but the wisdom of a strategist. Such a person is the real threat."