The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 27 Penguin
Diamond District, Canary Restaurant.

“Today’s pastry was calamari ravioli in lemongrass soup, roquefort and arugula Caesar salad, main course was swordfish pâté with onion marmalade, roasted quail breast half-cooked with blackberry sauce, baked pie with sorrel filling, fried Barbeque hare with chips, red silk fish with violets and pine nuts.”

The waiter in white uniform and black tie smiled and reported today's special meal with a modest smile. The background sound is the melodious violin playing live.

Looking around, under the soft light, the gentleman's suit and leather shoes, his hair was combed meticulously, and his watch was inadvertently exposed from his cuffs, showing to the outside world that he has the function of not only telling the time but also revealing his wealth.

As for the lady, she was charming and smiling, and took out a slender women's cigarette from the cigarette case through the black lace gloves. After lighting the cigarette, she flicked her hair back, revealing her slender and fair collarbone to the man.

Elizabeth and Isabella obviously couldn't adapt to this pretentious "upper class" atmosphere. They squirmed in their seats and pulled the cuffs of their casual clothes at the same time.

Elizabeth crushed the poor hare meat back and forth with a small fork, and said sullenly: "Compared with these seemingly insatiable things, I miss home-made Taco (Taco, that is, Mexican burritos). Good thing I added the Sichuan hot sauce from McDonald’s.”

"It's a pleasure to eat spicy food, chrysanthemum crematorium." Li Ang took the quail breast with a knife and fork to his mouth calmly, chewed and swallowed, and said, "And you were not very excited on the way here? Who kept saying 'golden'? Canary, omg I must post a photo of my meal on Facebook before eating!'”

He choked to imitate Elizabeth's voice, and the latter headbutted again in exasperation.

The meal is delicious, but it is not the point of tonight.Li Ang responded copiously to the conversation with the twins, and at the same time peeked out of the corner of his eye at the corner of the restaurant, behind the dining table, there was a middle-aged and elderly man surrounded by gang members.

He was wearing a tuxedo suit and a black top hat. He was obese and severely hunchbacked. His head was as thick as a melon. His extremely sharp aquiline nose almost pierced his lips, and he had a thin gold-rimmed monocle frame. on the bridge of the nose.

Penguin, Oswald Chesterfield Coppert, a born deformed child, was born in the gradually declining Coppert family. He started as an umbrella boy, intriguing, fighting openly and secretly, fighting against each other, stepping on his bones step by step Finally ascended to the position of gang leader, his level of inspiration can be called the Gotham version of Helen Keller.

After becoming the rule-maker of Gotham's underground world, Penguin did not stand still. He devoted himself to the business world and transformed the originally messy slums into a diamond district that symbolized high-end leisure and entertainment. —and this is just a cover for money laundering.

Later, Penguin devoted himself to the political world, relying on political means such as soliciting bribes, blackmail threats, and carefully packaged campaign slogans, he quickly won the election of the previous Gotham mayor.

However, the world changed, and Mr. Cobblepot, who was both vicious and majestic, still lost to Batman, was dragged off the mayor's throne, and was imprisoned in the Arkham Asylum.

After his subordinates figured out a way to get him out, Penguin, who felt that he was behind the times, gradually retired, no longer caring about gang affairs, just guarding his own one-acre three-point land for the elderly, and haunting his own territory every day , eat, listen to music.

At this moment, the gang leaders who appeared at the charity reception last night came into Li Ang's eyes again. They stood in front of the Penguin's dining table, trembling like elementary school students who made mistakes and did not dare to show their air.

Even the hapless Mr. Richard Sapa, who had apparently strangled his neck with a white brace under his neck.

Li Ang stared at Penguin's lips from the corner of his eye, simulating his words in his mind.

"Richard, I heard what happened to you last night. It was really sympathetic. You were stripped down to your underwear, um. It sounds very similar to your Italian men's tradition."

Richard smiled awkwardly and said, "You're joking."

"Then." The Penguin scratched his fat double chin, "Who is that 'waiter' who stripped you naked? Did you catch him?"

"I think it will be soon, and my men are making intensive preparations for the arrest operation."

"That's good. If a mafia leader is humiliated in this way, it would be too disgraceful if people escape in the end."

Penguin sarcastically watched Richard's facial expression gradually stiffen, completely forgetting the tragedy of being defeated by Batman at the beginning, "Everything goes to the Three Treasures Hall, why did you come to me together?"

Richard tidied up his words a bit, and said with eloquence: "You may already know that the Gotham Port reconstruction plan recently promoted by the Wayne Group is very detrimental to our business."

"So, you want to invite me to come forward and settle those who plan to embezzle Gotham's port?"

The Russian mob representative nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Penguin, we are in a difficult situation"

"Why?"

The penguin wiped his lips with a napkin, and interrupted indifferently, "I've already washed my hands, remember? Your activities have nothing to do with me."

Tian Gangyuan swallowed his saliva and said, "But you used to be our leader."

"Once, this is the key word. I am old, my temples are gradually turning white, my legs and feet are no longer agile, and I seldom even feed the pigeons in my favorite park." Penguin snapped his fingers and asked the waiter to bring champagne , while shaking the goblet, said in a pretentious manner, "Time is just like a master who is swaying. He only shakes hands with a guest who is leaving, but stretches out his arms to a new guest. Fei also Go over and hug him."

This sentence comes from the love narrative poem "Troilus and Cressida", Li Ang said silently in his heart, this penguin really likes to quote Shakespeare's quotations as the rumors describe.

Those gangsters obviously haven't studied literature well, and they can't catch up with Penguin. Richard Sapa coughed and said: "Mr. Penguin, if I need to remind you, 80.00% of your group's income comes from Our channels, if you lose our support, it may be difficult for you to live a comfortable and luxurious life like you do now."

Penguin narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flashed on the monocle, "Are you threatening me?"

(End of this chapter)