Chapter 187 The Banquet and Cedric's Intuition

The fight between the two teenagers did not last long, as the guests who had been seated around them suddenly stood up and applauded at the same time.

At the same time, the band next to the dance floor played a stirring entrance music.

A handsome and well-dressed middle-aged man, the Democratic presidential candidate Clinton.

Accompanied by a group of black-clad bodyguards, he came to the podium in front of the dance floor.

He waved cordially to the guests present, and then unlike a traditional politician, he did not start by speaking about some obscure party manifesto.

He just joked with everyone with a smile on his face.

"Thank you all for coming to this banquet. Generally speaking, I need to say a few words before the banquet officially begins."

"But I don't think it's necessary, just like our campaign slogan, we don't have to be smart."

"You just have to choose to do the right thing, and I think the right thing to do right now is to give everyone here a good meal."

"After eating, everyone will have the energy to sign a check for me."

After the joke, he nodded cordially to everyone present, then walked off the stage and went to a table that had already been occupied.

After the protagonist took his seat, the music played by the band changed from the previous passionate music to soft and long music.

In Karl's eyes, eating is the most important part of the whole banquet, which is when the meal officially begins.

Waiters in tuxedos came in one after another, carrying dishes.

A moment later, the entire table was filled with various delicacies carefully prepared by the chefs, from fresh Boston lobster sashimi.

From filet mignon grilled in butter and rosemary to the soul of French cuisine, rich soups of various flavors.

Cedric was eating with his mouth full of oil. There were only him and Carl at his table, but the dishes were ordered for eight people per table.

So the guy took the steak knife in one hand, picked up the whole fillet steak, and tore the beef in a very rough manner.

With the other hand, he skillfully used chopsticks to stack slices of salmon and Boston lobster sashimi together.

Finally, dip the chopped garlic slices in the prepared spicy soy sauce, gently stroke the sashimi twice, and wait for the seasoning juice to seep deep into the crystal clear meat slices.

Then pick it up with chopsticks, swallow it in one gulp and feel the extreme freshness teasing your taste buds.

Looking at the "Taotie" in front of him, Carl could only awkwardly hold the crystal wine glass and shake it gently in front of his eyes.

Even though he was sitting with his back to everyone, he could still feel countless eyes focused on his back.

This made him turn his head awkwardly and smile awkwardly at the crowd looking at him.

Most of them responded with friendly smiles, and some of them even had genuinely happy looks in their eyes.

He even found that several elderly people who had poor appetite due to their old age seemed to become more interested in the food in front of them.

This is probably the reason why some old people in the countryside like to watch the pigs they raise eat. It really looks delicious.

There were also a few people whose eyes revealed a kind of blame, as if they were questioning Carl why he was so harsh on his companions.

Look at him, he looks like he hasn't eaten for 800 days.

Carl could only choose to accept this kind of accusatory look silently. After all, he couldn't explain it to everyone present.

My senior didn't go hungry because he was abused by me for a long time, he just had a lot of food.

At the same time, Carl also thought that this embarrassing situation would not last too long. After all, he was well aware of Cedric's eating speed.

Sure enough, it only took two glasses of red wine for Cedric to eat the last piece of sashimi.

The dining phase of the entire banquet was officially declared over.

Cedric touched his round belly with a satisfied smile on his face.

He didn't notice the unique looks from the people around him at all.

But with the rise of Mr. Clinton, people's attention shifted.

Clinton stood on an ornately decorated podium, his figure towering above the white spotlight.

Unlike those politicians in the Cold War era who often had serious expressions on their faces, this star politician has been labeled as young, smiling, and close to ordinary people since his debut.

From the moment he stepped onto the stage, the smile on his face never faded, and the rest of his speech was completely consistent with his appearance.

Unlike other politicians, whose opening remarks are as shocking as thunder, Clinton's opening was more like a talk show performance.

A few jokes with American humor made the whole audience laugh. His voice was deep and magnetic.

The speech was obviously carefully polished, and every word was carefully considered.

"What did you think of this speech?"

Carl suddenly asked halfway through his speech.

Cedric was obviously not prepared, but there was one thing he was sure of, that was that Karl must not have listened to the speech carefully.

Because no one will rest their head on their companion's shoulder while listening to a speech.

Cedric then coughed lightly and said in a serious tone.

"Very good. The theme of the speech was clear and the rhythm was well controlled. You can see that everyone present was laughing happily."

"From a certain perspective, this can even be considered a good motivational essay, which can motivate the audience to pursue higher goals."

"But." But at the end, Cedric suddenly changed the subject and said in confusion.

"But I always feel that his words are full of performance emotions, which is more like a pre-rehearsed performance."

"Rather than what he really wanted to say, my personal intuition told me that this was more like a lie."

"You still have this intuition." Carl, who was resting on Cedric's shoulder, looked up at the other's eyes and smiled.

"Then you are not a natural lie detector. Can you detect whether I have lied to you?"

Hearing this, Cedric was obviously stunned for a moment. He lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. Finally, he raised his head and touched his face and said awkwardly.

"I have always had this intuition, and it is very effective. I can often tell by the tone of my classmates' conversations in the academy."

"You can't tell if they stole my snacks or even lied to me, but this intuition doesn't work for you."

"Or rather, the intuition in my mind has been deceiving myself. It is trying to convince me that you would not lie to me."

This time it was Carl's turn to be stunned. He raised his head slightly and moved slightly away from Cedric's shoulder.

He stared into the other person's eyes for a long time, then silently leaned his head back and continued to listen to the speech in silence.

It was not until the end of the speech that he suddenly asked again.

"Now feel whether what he is going to say next is true or not."