MMB Chapter 1554 Let them all wait, let's eat first.
Chapter 1554 Let them all wait, let's eat first.
The sun is just right, the breeze is not dry.
Chen Jun led Ya Jie'er into a rather elegant-looking restaurant. The restaurant was not large, but it was decorated with great taste. The walls were adorned with batik paintings with local characteristics, which were colorful yet elegant. In the corner, there were several pots of lush green plants, whose large leaves shone with a glossy sheen in the sunlight. The air was filled with a faint aroma of spices mixed with the fragrance of curry, which whetted one's appetite.
It was lunchtime, and the restaurant was quite crowded, mostly with locals, with a few tourists sitting in a corner chatting quietly.
"Have you heard? The law enforcers were all killed by the Yan people."
"This is Indonesia's territory, how dare they kill people here?"
"Wasn't it said that Yan Kingdom was tolerant?"
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The two found a seat by the window and pretended not to see the conversation. The waiter handed them the menu, and Chen Jun casually flipped through it, ordered a few signature dishes, and recommended a special soup that he had tried before to Ya Jie'er.
"The curry here is good, much more authentic than the modified versions back home." Chen Jun handed the menu back to the waiter, leaned back in his chair, and looked as relaxed as if he were on vacation. He showed no signs that he was about to have a life-or-death negotiation with a head of state, nor did he show any signs that he was the murderer those people were talking about.
Ya Jie looked at him and couldn't help but laugh. This man, who had just been fighting a bloodbath at the dock, was now sitting in the restaurant with a faint smile on his face, speaking in a relaxed tone as if he were chatting about everyday things.
"Director Chen, I truly admire your attitude." Ya Jie'er picked up her teacup, took a small sip, and looked at him with admiration. "There's a whole room of people waiting for you to negotiate, with their guns pointed at them, and you, instead, bring me here to eat. They're probably going crazy waiting."
Chen Jun waved his hand dismissively and said, "Let them wait. What's the rush? Negotiating on an empty stomach is easy to lose. Let's eat first. At the negotiating table, whoever gets impatient first loses."
Ya Jie'er smiled and shook her head, her eyes filled with appreciation and admiration. She put down her teacup, tapped the table lightly with her fingers, and suddenly remembered something, a mischievous smile appearing on her face.
"By the way, Director, you just said you'd share your experience with childbirth. You can't go back on your word. I've taken it all to heart. Don't try to fool me."
Chen Jun paused for a moment, then laughed: "That's simple. First, you have to get Zhan Ge's body in good shape. He suffered a lot on the border all those years, and his body was severely depleted. Deserts, cold, and plateaus—those places may look impressive, but they're actually the most damaging to the body."
Ya Jie'er pulled out a small notebook from somewhere and started taking notes very seriously. She lowered her head and wrote stroke by stroke, her focused expression suggesting she was recording some important military intelligence.
"Anything else?" She looked up at Chen Jun, her eyes sparkling.
"And..." Chen Jun thought for a moment, picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks, "Relax. Don't think about tasks and pressure all day long, and rest when you need to. If you two have a good relationship, this will naturally happen. You can't rush things. Look at An Ran and me, we didn't deliberately ask for it, and what was meant to happen naturally came."
Ya Jie nodded, quickly jotted down a few more notes, looked up, and saw the half-smile on Chen Jun's face. Her face flushed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.
"What are you laughing at? This is serious business. You have no idea how much my mother-in-law is pressuring me. She asks every time she calls, and I'm embarrassed to go home."
"I wasn't laughing, I wasn't laughing." Chen Jun quickly waved his hand, but the curve of his lips betrayed him. "But seriously, don't spoil Zhan Ge too much. Let him rest when he needs to, don't push him so hard all the time. You people from the Trial Bureau are all workaholics."
Ya Jie sighed, picked up her teacup and took a sip: "You should tell him that. It won't make a difference if I say it."
The dishes were served one after another, filling the table with curry crab, grilled fish, satay skewers, coconut rice, and the special soup recommended by Chen Jun. The two ate and chatted, the atmosphere relaxed like a gathering of old friends. Before they knew it, the meal had lasted for nearly two hours.
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Meanwhile, in Indonesia's capital.
The atmosphere in the spacious hall was so heavy it seemed ready to drip water. A group of officials sat or stood, each with a different expression. A huge national emblem hung on the wall, gleaming golden under the lights, but it couldn't illuminate the gloom on their faces. Outside the windows, the sun shone brightly, but the atmosphere inside the hall was as somber as if it were about to rain.
The leader sat in the main seat, glancing at the wall clock every now and then, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper, the wrinkles on his forehead deep enough to trap a fly.
"Not here yet?" he couldn't help but ask his secretary, his voice already tinged with impatience.
The secretary wiped the sweat from his brow; the sweat seemed endless. He whispered, his voice barely audible, "Not yet, Your Excellency. Our men have been keeping an eye on him..."
He hesitated, not daring to continue.
The leader, sensing something amiss, pressed him, his eyes fixed on him: "What's wrong with him? Tell me!"
The secretary swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice trembling: "He...he went to eat."
"what?!"
The hall erupted in chaos.
"Eat? Eat at this hour?!"
"With so many of us waiting here, he went off to eat?!"
"This is outrageous! This is utterly outrageous! This is a blatant insult!"
An officer, his face flushed, jumped to his feet, his chair slamming back several feet. His voice was filled with rage, veins bulging on his neck: "Sir! He killed so many of our policemen, dozens of lives! And now he's humiliating us like this! Are we supposed to tolerate this?! We've already lost all face during the day!"
The leader raised his hand, signaling him to be quiet. The movement was subtle, yet carried an undeniable authority.
The officer sat down reluctantly, his chest heaving violently, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his knuckles turning white. Several people nearby quickly pulled him back, whispering words of comfort.
The leader gazed out the window, silent for a long while, his eyes piercing the glass to the distant blue sea. There, the Yan Kingdom's warships lay silently anchored, their cannons pointed in their direction. He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but clear to everyone:
"He slaughtered all the law enforcement officers, dozens of them, leaving no one alive. His cannon is still pointed in our direction. Tell me, what does this mean?"
No one answered.
The leader continued, his voice filled with deep helplessness: "His meaning is that if we disagree, we'll open fire immediately. There will be no compromise, no tolerance. Do you think we can stop him?"
The officer who had been furious lowered his head and remained silent. The others also fell silent; some stared at the floor, some looked out the window, and some closed their eyes.
A deathly silence fell over the hall. Everyone was silent, their faces filled with frustration and helplessness, but the leader was right; they couldn't stop them. The cannons, the warships, the ruthless general—all of this told them one thing: this time, Yan Kingdom was serious, not bluffing, not just diplomatic rhetoric; they really would open fire.
So they could only continue to wait.
One hour, two hours...
Some people's stomachs were growling with hunger, but they dared not leave; some people were tired of standing and quietly leaned against the wall. Some people kept looking at their watches, wishing they could speed up the hands.
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At 3 p.m., a black sedan slowly drove into Indonesia's capital.
Chen Jun got out of the car, a satisfied look on his face, and even let out a loud burp that echoed in the quiet square. He straightened his collar, his expression as composed as if he were there for tea. Ya Jie'er followed behind him, a faint smile on her lips, holding the small notebook in her hand.
The leader, accompanied by a group of people, came out to greet them, his expression extremely complex. There was helplessness, anger, resentment, and an inexplicable sense of awe. He stopped in front of Chen Jun, forcing a smile, but it was more like a grimace; the muscles in his face were twitching.
"General Chen, you've finally arrived." He tried to keep his voice calm, but anyone could hear the suppressed anger in it. "None of us have eaten since noon, and we've been waiting for you with empty stomachs."
This sentence contains a complaint, a show of weakness, a test, and a hint of humble flattery.
Chen Jun glanced at him, a slight, cold smile playing on his lips. The smile was devoid of warmth, filled only with sarcasm, like a chilling winter wind.
"You're eating air, aren't you full already?"
The leader's expression froze, his smile stuck on his face.
An officer nearby finally couldn't hold back any longer. He stepped forward, his voice filled with rage, almost shouting, "General Chen! Aren't you going too far?! You've killed so many of our policemen, and now you're acting like this?! What do you take us for?!"
Chen Jun ignored him, not even glancing at him, his gaze calmly passing over him and looking into the depths of the hall.
Another official stepped forward, his tone aggressive and his hands trembling: "Yes! What exactly does Yan Kingdom mean? You're pointing your cannons at us, do you want war?! Don't forget, this is our territory!"
Chen Jun finally turned his head and looked at them.
Then, he let out a burp.
The burp was exceptionally loud in the silent hall, as if mocking everyone's tension and anger, like a slap in the face to everyone.
Chen Jun spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet everyone heard him clearly, each word like a nail driven into their hearts: "Justice exists only within firing range. What do you think?"