Chapter 723: Mouth Cannon! (First Update!)

"Okay, okay, we are all Arabs, we all have the same ancestors, sit down first, if there is anything, let's talk among ourselves, don't make fun of others."

"Arabs? Damn, I am a noble Bedouin!"

"You are a noble Bedouin? If I didn't give you money, would you still be a noble Bedouin? Go back to the desert and lead a camel to eat hay!"

"First of all, let me make it clear that we Saudis are Sunnis, so Shiites are not the same ethnic group as us!"

"By the way...did the Brotherhood come?"

"They shouldn't dare to come?"

"But if they don't come, how can they have the right to speak in the future?"

"What's the use of their right to speak?"

"Can you all shut up? We are all Arabs, and we must unite against the outside world now, to deal with the Iranians and the Turks , and we have to deal with the blacks from Africa and the Greeks, so..."

"No, no, no, I think we should fight each other first, drive out all the noobs first, and then we can decide the first place ourselves."

"You damn Arabs, can you speak a little more quietly? The whole hotel is filled with your voices. Don't think you are the only ones in this world."

"Yo, yo, yo! So you are a professor from Tehran University. We don't have much else, but we Arabs are rich. If you really make me angry, I will buy this hotel and drive you out alone."

"Buy it, if you don't buy it, you are a grandson!"

"... A grandson is a grandson, and a real man can bend and stretch."

On the rooftop, Lin Yu, who had been busy all day, finally sat down and was about to ask about the visiting guests, but got a weird response from the hotel manager.

Then.

He was taken to the monitoring room and saw what happened in various places in the hotel through the monitoring.

According to his idea, the people who took the initiative to participate in the exchange meeting this time were at least knowledgeable intellectuals, and a large part of them should be rich or noble people.

Such a person, once he sits there, will definitely have a noble air.

When communicating, he will also quote classics, find loopholes in the other party's words, and then fight back.

But he never expected that these people would actually...

actually quarrel directly in the hotel lobby, corridor, garden, rooftop...

in these places, just like a shrew scolding in the street.

That is, their faces are red when they quarrel, which makes outsiders see the clues.

And Lin Yu sat in the monitoring room, listening to the few dirty words in Persian, Arabic, Pashto, and Pakistani, and didn't know what to say.

After thinking for a while, he still called Amul over.

Pointing at the person in the surveillance, he whispered to the man who was about to snatch the title of Sharif:

"You have to watch carefully. If you can't argue with the classics, you can just curse directly. I think they are also very happy to curse."

Unexpectedly, Amuler confidently folded his hands in front of his chest and said with disdain:

"When they curse, in my opinion, it's just a child acting coquettishly to adults. Mr. Lin, you don't have to worry at all."

"I think your most important task now is to read more books, find more loopholes, and then refute others."

"It's okay! Small problem!" Lin Yu leaned back in the chair calmly, and continued to look at the surveillance screen from the corner of his eyes, watching those people quarreling.

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was April 13th.

Early in the morning, the doors of the hotel's guest rooms slowly opened, and people dressed gorgeously walked out of the room one by one. In the corridor, they saw the person walking out of the door next door and looked at the other person's clothes that were almost as gorgeous as their own.

They all smiled disdainfully and cast a contemptuous look.

With their eyes full of disdain, these people came to the first floor of the hotel and prepared to draw lots.

The halls on the 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th floors of the hotel were completely cleared, and the original tables were replaced with carpets and low tables.

Lin Yu did not attend the banquet hall on the first floor. As the person behind the scenes, he felt that he was at least a boss. Even if he had to appear, he had to appear on the 5th floor.

In this way, he could be more pretentious.

The initiator of this exchange meeting was Amul.

Therefore, he deservedly became the host of the banquet hall on the first floor.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, he walked onto the stage in a navy blue traditional Arabic silk robe.

The air conditioner in the banquet hall blew a breeze at the right time, blowing his robes.

Holding the microphone in his hand, Amuler spoke slowly:

"As the initiator of this exchange meeting, in order to make our exchange meeting more meaningful, faster and more effective."

"I have specially formulated a rule."

"This hotel has 12345 floors. We are now on the first floor, which is the lottery hall."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand and pointed to the passage on the right.

There were two people standing there, also wearing navy blue robes.

From the overall appearance, it seemed to be a Pashtun.

It was not clear which country it was from, because Pashtuns were in Pakistan and Afghanistan, and some were in Iran and Kazakhstan.

When everyone looked up, Amuler explained slowly:

"Our exchange meeting lasted a total of 7 days. The first 4 days were individual exchanges."

"All the lottery drawers, as individuals, go to the second floor from this passage after drawing lots."

"There will be another draw on the second floor, and you will be matched with an opponent based on your number, a random opponent."

"You can get one point if you completely refute your opponent."

"Three games, two wins, as long as you win twice in three games, you can go to the third floor, and the losers go back to the first floor."

"The same mechanism applies to the third floor. If you win successfully, you can reach the fourth floor."

"The rules for the fourth floor, everyone has only one chance."

"The losers go downstairs, and the winners go to the fifth floor. I, as the organizer of this exchange meeting, will wait for you on the fifth floor."

After explaining the rules, Amuler gracefully bent down, like the most pious apprentice in the world.

Just as he bent down, a huge box was pushed over by the side, the box for drawing lots.

After exchanging positions with the box, Amuler stood beside holding the microphone, bowed to the lottery drawers standing in front of him again, and then announced the start of the lottery.

The first round of drawing lots was just to get a random number, so these people acted very quickly. In about an hour and a half, more than 300 people participating in the exchange meeting got their own numbers and followed the instructions to go to the second floor.

The layout of the second floor is a carpet with two cushions on both sides of the carpet and a line drawn in the middle of the carpet, a dividing line.

A huge scoreboard is placed near the window on the second floor.

LED screen scoreboard.

Below the scoreboard is a smaller screen with two numbers on the left and right of the screen.

When everyone looked over, the screen began to scroll and the numbers on the left and right began to emerge.

After a few seconds of flashing, two new numbers appeared on it.

099:217

Looking at the two numbers, the staff next to the screen picked up the microphone and shouted loudly:

"Please contestants No. 099 and No. 217, go to the No. 1 discussion platform and sit down."

In the crowd, two people holding No. 099 and No. 217 walked out slowly and walked towards the so-called No. 1 discussion platform.

That is the carpet with the sign No. 1 next to it.

The two people sat down next to the carpet, and the people around them surrounded them with a playful look on their faces.

They were ready to see what they wanted to say.

After the two sat for a while, they saw the staff holding a box approaching. The box was opened, and inside was the question they needed to debate.

[Who should be the caliph? ]

It was a very simple sentence, very short.

But when the people present saw this question, they couldn't help but take a breath.

A long time ago, it was because of this sentence that the Islamic sect was divided into Sunni and Shia.

The Shia believed that the caliph should be a direct descendant of Muhammad, and everyone else should get out.

The Sunni believed that Muhammad's elders and successors could all be caliphs, but the final caliph still needed to be produced through competition.

It was because of this that the Sunni and Shia separated, and finally, they simply hated each other.

At this moment, they put away their contempt for Amul and couldn't help but secretly give that guy a thumbs up.

What a good trick to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

Look at the two people in front of them...

The two people on the carpet felt the gazes of the people around them, and they subconsciously closed their eyes and began to take deep breaths.

After several rounds of deep breathing, the two introduced their identities.

"Abdul Morzabi! Egyptian, Sunni."

"Raja Inor! Iraqi, Shia!"

After introducing their identities, the two were silent again.

After a while of silence, Abdul spoke first: "I think the caliphate should be exclusive to talented people. Sorry, I don't agree with the idea of ​​blood relatives in your mouth."

He spoke leisurely, told his problem, and then sat there, looking at the person opposite with interest, ready to wait for the other party's response.

However, he did not wait for the other party's calm answer.

La Jia, who was sitting opposite him, had been taking deep breaths after listening to the words, but his body was shaking all the time. His thick fists clenched and relaxed, and the joints of his hands were clenched white with force.

He seemed to be trying to control his emotions.

But the next second, he swooped forward:

"You fucked up!"

The people here started fighting, but the people watching seemed extremely excited. They kept shouting and cheering, and it was not a big deal to watch the excitement.

Fortunately, Lin Yu arranged security in advance. As soon as the two punched each other twice, they were pulled away by the security personnel, dragged aside, and forced out.

After they were out, the medical staff who had been waiting nearby came forward, checked their injuries, and then applied lotion.

The sound of the two people fighting attracted the attention of people in the hall, but others did not pay attention for long, because as the screen flashed, more people were selected and sat on their respective carpets to compete with their opponents. comminicate.

However, with the experience of two people fighting here, the communication between the people behind them became much more relaxed.

Even though the two sides had different ideas, they just clenched their fists and took deep breaths. They only chose to swing their fists when they couldn't argue anymore, instead of starting to swing their fists right away.

But even so, the sound of fighting could still be heard from time to time in the entire hall.

In the monitoring room, Amuler spread his hands calmly and asked Lin Yu with a smile:

"How is it? How about my borrowing a knife to kill someone?"

"Who of those who can come here to participate in the exchange meeting is not a person who thinks highly of himself?"

"They all have their own tempers. If they are challenged by others, they will definitely find ways to refute them. If they can't refute them, they can only use fists."

"Wait until they finish talking and fighting, and throw him out with one vote."

"They are out."

"Just fight two more rounds like this, and by the fifth round, there will be few people standing in front of me."

"I just need to concentrate on dealing with those few people."

"I am simply a genius!"

Faced with this guy's self-praise, Lin Yu acted very calm. He was not the main planner of this event. If he was, he would not arrange security personnel at all.

Have you not heard that if you hear the truth in the morning, you can die in the evening? Since it is an exchange meeting, then communicate well and see the truth.

The truth has been seen. If you don't die, it will be disrespectful to heaven and earth.

That will reduce more trouble.

But the problem is that this exchange meeting was held in Shanghai. When I borrowed the venue, Shanghai wanted to make it lively and make a big event.

But I politely refused.

And Shanghai did not continue to pester me.

People in Shanghai know etiquette, so I can't be a villain.

If this exchange meeting was held in Saudi Arabia or Iran, I would definitely make a bloody storm.

After staring at the monitoring screen for a while, Lin Yu stood up and patted his butt and walked towards the door. Standing at the door, he looked back at Amul:

"Anyway, you control it yourself. I just want a result."

"You plant good causes and reap good results, then you will benefit."

After saying this, he walked into the corridor without looking back, took the elevator upstairs, and returned to his room.

Leaving two people guarding the door, he walked into the inner room of the suite alone, took out a map from a password-locked box, posted it on the wall, and took out a laptop from the box, put it next to it and connected it to the network.

He started a software on the computer, and after a while, a brand new monitoring screen appeared on the computer screen.

It was a perspective from a high altitude, a very high altitude.

The picture in the surveillance camera was between a snowy mountain and a jungle.

He dragged the mouse to switch the picture, stared at it for a while, took out the last earphone in the box, put it on his head, connected it to the computer, and finally dragged the mouse again, clicked on the monitoring page, and saw a microphone symbol in the lower right corner. He cleared his throat and asked:

"Hello, can you hear me?"

After he asked this question, two voices came from the earphones.

One in Mandarin.

One in English.

The second and third updates were both in the afternoon. The temperature dropped and I had a cold.