chapter 48 highest decency

"General-in-chief? So far in our country, the number of in-chiefs is no more than 10, and General-in-chief is the most supreme title among them. It has been vacant for so many years. What kind of person is qualified to get such a supreme title?" Sharon said with great emotion. Wilson also had a look of reverence on his face, "I don't know about this. This is top secret. If I have a chance, I want to see what the General-in-chief looks like, but I'm afraid it won't be possible in this life." Several people began to chat about the general-in-chief, their faces full of reverence and yearning. Horacio didn't say a word from beginning to end. He just ate and drank slowly. "Haven't you heard of general-in-chief, Mr. Yoxall?" Wilson saw that Horacio did not participate in their chat and said with a smile, "But, as the president, Mr. Yoxall must be busy with everything. How can he have the time to understand these things?" “Come on, Mr. Yoxall, let's toast!” Wilson smiled and picked up the wine glass. Although his words were polite, there was a hint of ridicule in his words. Sharon quickly smiled at Horacio and said, "Mr. Yoxall, Wilson is like me. He usually doesn't like drinking. This time he drinks with you. This is an exception. Mr. Yoxall must have a full glass of wine." As he said this, Sharon picked up the wine bottle and filled Horacio's glass, but there was only a little red wine in Wilson's glass. "Come on, Mr. Yoxall, let's toast!" Wilson smiled and handed the glass over, clinking it with Horacio's cup. However, it was unknown whether it was intentional or unintentional, but the rim of Wilson’s glass was much higher than that of Horacio's. The height of the rim of the glass was very particular at the table. Generally, the rims of both sides when clinking glasses were about the same height, which represented equality. Only elders, bosses, or people with superiority would raise the rim of the glass higher than the other person when drinking. At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the window, mixed with a piercing siren. "What's going on?" Zenon, who was closest to the window, suddenly exclaimed when he saw the situation downstairs. Wilson quickly put down his wine glass, walked over, looked down, and was immediately dumbfounded! He saw a group of heavily armed guards downstairs. They jumped out of the truck and put the surrounding area under martial law in a matter of seconds. Then three military officers in military uniforms got out of the camouflage green jeep. Next to them, there was even a guard of honor standing upright. Seeing these three people, Wilson looked horrified and exclaimed. "The commander-in-chief of the Junclein First Battle Group, Janko!" "The commander-in-chief of the Junclein Second Battle Group, Aldrich!" "The commander-in-chief of Junclein's Third Battle Group, Tristan!" "The top commanders of the three battle groups in Junclein are all here!" Wilson was so horrified that he even saw his die-hard brother in the crowd. However, his brother was only the deputy commander-in-chief and was just a follower next to the three of them. "What the hell? Why is there such a big movement?" Zenon exclaimed, and several people around him were also frightened. Wilson swallowed excitedly. "And not only that, their etiquette this time is of the highest level!" "Even if the highest official from the provincial capital comes, he is not qualified to enjoy such high-level etiquette!" "Sharon, please quickly check the dining situation in the restaurant. There must be a super important person with a huge background in the restaurant!" Sharon quickly got someone to pass her the report of what was going on in the restaurant. "Nothing?" Sharon frowned and said, "The people who came to dine today are all old customers. They are basically businessmen. There are no big shots. Is there a mistake?" Wilson shook his head and said, "Impossible, how could such a thing go wrong? Take a closer look at the dining situation to see if you missed anything." After Sharon repeatedly confirmed the information, she affirmed, "There is no problem with the information. Except for our private room, the information for all private rooms is here." "What's going on?" Just when everyone was extremely confused, the door of the private room was suddenly pushed open, and a team of honor guards lined up neatly in two rows and walked in uniform steps. Wilson and others were stunned on the spot for an instant. Before they could react, the top commanders of the three Junclein battle groups, Janko, Aldrich, and Tristan also walked in with their heads held high. Snapped! The three of them fought together and gave a standard salute with a sonorous force. Janko took a step forward and said loudly, "The top commanders of Junclein First Battle Group, Second Battle Group, and Third Battle Group, Janko, Aldrich, and Tristan are here to report, please give instructions!" This time, Wilson and others broke into a cold sweat. "Three officers, have you made a mistake? Here..." As soon as Wilson said half a sentence, two guards immediately put the black muzzles of their guns on his forehead and yelled, "Shut up and back off!" Wilson trembled in fright and quickly stepped aside while trembling. However, he was very anxious in his heart, not knowing what these big guys wanted to do. Looking again, I suddenly found that Horacio was still sitting on the chair, slowly shaking a glass of red wine, with his back to the three officers, without even looking back. Wilson became anxious, "Come here quickly!" He was not concerned about Horacio, but worried about whether Horacio's rude behavior would also implicate them. Burchard, Zenon, and Sharon were also frightened. They thought that Horacio was still a little too young. Although he was the president of Golden Banner Bank and his status was extremely noble, they were from the war department! No matter how rich you were, no matter how awesome you were, in the eyes of the War Department, you were just a businessman. This time, Mr. Yoxall might suffer. "Put your things down and leave. I don't like others disturbing my meal." However, Horacio suddenly spoke calmly. Although these words were said calmly, to Wilson and others, it was as shocking as a thunderbolt. You were indeed awesome, and you were indeed rich, but you couldn’t be so self-aggrandizing! Just when a few people were secretly sweating, the three combat officers suddenly said respectfully, "Yes, Mr. Yoxall!" Then, they placed a red box with the War Department logo respectfully next to Horacio. "Mr. Yoxall, the items have been delivered, please give instructions!" The three combat officers spoke loudly again. "Well, please leave and go do your work." Horacio spoke calmly but still didn't look back. The three combat officers gave a standard salute before turning and leaving. Soon, calm returned to the hotel entrance. Horacio was still eating slowly as if nothing had happened. However, Wilson and others next to him were dripping with cold sweat. Who was Mr. Yoxall? The top commanders of the three battle groups treated him with respect and even used the highest etiquette of the war department. His status was simply unimaginable! Especially, Wilson. His legs began to tremble uncontrollably, like sifting through chaff. "Why are you standing here? I haven't finished the wine just yet. Keep drinking." Horacio gently raised the glass. Wilson reacted and hurriedly stepped forward. Just as he was about to pick up the glass, he suddenly remembered something. He quickly filled the wine with trembling hands and clinked the cup with Horacio tremblingly. This time, the rim of his cup was placed very low, almost touching the bottom of Horacio's glass. Horacio smiled lightly. "Mr. Coleman, aren't you allergic to alcohol? Besides, you are my big brother, so the rim of the cup should be placed higher than me like before."