Chapter 692: Chapter 347: David Assassinated and Killed?
“Good day, Mr. Richie…”
After a round of cordial greetings, several individuals gradually took their seats on stage, marking the official start of today’s speech event.
Since David was the main character in today’s event, he spent the following ti talking about recent developnts in taxation, as well as outlining future policies to the students in attendance.
Naturally, what the students cared most about was whether the IRS would move against Wall Street, the cradle of finance, now that the Silicon Valley tax audits had been deed successful.
Given Wall Street’s impact on the global economy, David did not imdiately provide a definitive response but told the students that decisions would be made according to future developnts.
With David continuously speaking and Clent and others supplenting, several hours quickly passed, and it was nearing 12 o’clock noon.
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After a photo-op and handshake session with selected students, Mayor Richie announced the conclusion of today’s lecture event.
“Inspector David, we have arranged a private dining room at the Danube River Restaurant to share lunch together. Please do honor us with your presence…”
“Mayor Richie, since that’s the case, I’ll comply with the arrangent.”
“Haha, then let’s go.”
Under the escort of security, the group exited the school gates, took their respective vehicles, and headed towards the Danube River Restaurant.
The Danube River Restaurant was located by a river in the eastern part of Salem District.
Of course, this wasn’t the actual Danube River, which is the second-longest river in Europe, runner-up only to the Volga River.
The restaurant’s choice to bear the na of the Danube was likely just a gimmick to attract attention.
“Mayor Richie, Chief Clent, and our illustrious Chief Inspector David, welco to our restaurant.”
The restaurant’s owner was a woman in her thirties with a certain charm. Upon David’s arrival, she greeted them with a coquettish smile, waiting once again.
“Inspector David, this is Ms. Lawrence, a leading entrepreneur in our city and this restaurant is part of their business portfolio.”
Listening to Richie’s introduction, David reached out his hand and said, “Ms. Lawrence, good day.”
“Please, this way inside.”
Ms. Lawrence led David and the others into the restaurant, beyond the main hall, and into a private dining room decorated in a European style.
Barely a minute after sitting down, the servers brought in dish after dish.
There were dishes like French foie gras, caviar, and tuna sashimi… among other top-tier culinary delights from around the world.
“Chief Inspector David, this is your first visit to our restaurant. Please try our specialties and I hope you’ll enjoy them…”
“Mm.”
Having spoken for a good part of the morning, David truly was rather hungry and did not bother with pleasantries. He picked up his fork and knife and began to eat.
However, after only a few bites, his expression changed slightly.
“Is there sothing wrong, Inspector David? Do these dishes not suit your palate?”
Ms. Lawrence seed to notice sothing and couldn’t help but ask.
“No, it’s just that the flavors of these specialties are quite novel to .”
Although David kept a nonchalant facade, to speak frankly, he had always found Western cuisine quite unpalatable and didn’t quite understand the Western predilection for so-called Borscht, foie gras, and the like.
In his view, these so-called delicacies were rely about prestige, and regarding the actual taste, none were as delightful as Huaxia’s Mapo tofu.
He didn’t understand why those Westerners who had once coveted everything in Huaxia hadn’t bothered to take any recipes?
…
In the ti that followed, the attendees did more than just eat. They opened a few bottles of ’83 wine and the toasting began.
David had always thought the culture of drinking at banquets was unique to Huaxia, but to his surprise, it was not uncommon in Arica either. Under the relentless toasting from Clent and Mayor Richie, he found himself sowhat intoxicated.
Of course, he did not forget the serious issues he was about to face. After 3 p.m., he excused himself from the table, admitting he could not handle any more alcohol, and took his leave.
But the mont he got into his vehicle, the man who had seed sowhat blurred suddenly had a sharp glint in his eyes.
“The real show is about to start.”
The corners of David’s mouth lifted.
…
At the La Quinta Hotel, on the fifth floor of the building across from it.
At this mont, the man wearing a peaked cap and holding a cigarette focused intently on the entrance of the hotel opposite him.
The arrival of a Chevrolet prompted his expression to tighten instantly, and upon seeing the man who got out of the car, he pressed his earpiece and whispered: “The target has returned to the hotel, I repeat, the target has returned to the hotel!”
And almost simultaneously, receiving this ssage, many individuals from the Salem City Police Departnt, Freemasonry, Illuminati, Ansa Group, the military, the Departnt of Justice, and the FBI started to get anxious.
In room 5012 on the fifth floor of the hotel.
The two inconspicuous n who had appeared earlier were inside, their gaze glued to a laptop. The screen showed David stepping into the hotel elevator.
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