Salute To The General
Chapter 1995

Chapter 1995

Bang!

Freddy slammed a fist onto the table, jolting all the utensils and dishes on it.

Smoke nearly coming out of his ears, he shouted, "Who do you think you are? How dare you accuse me of serving fake wine?

"You're just a lowly guard dog, how could you have drunk such high-class wine before? I'll have someone rip your throat out if you keep spouting nonsense!"

"I don't know what sense of superiority you think you have, but you've only worked in Brimmopolis for a few years. Does that somehow give you the right to look down upon people from places other than Brimmopolis?" Nathan asked nonchalantly.

"Besides, this is fake wine. Am I not allowed to tell the truth for what it is?"

Freddy was completely enraged at this point.

He pointed a finger right at Nathan, roaring, "Which department in Channing are you from?

Did you know that I can have you fired with just a single phone call? You won't even be a guard dog anymore, you'll just be a stray!"

The corners of Nathan's mouth turned up into a casual smile. "All bark and no bite. A single phone call can get me fired, huh?

"Sure. I'll call my office right now. I'd like to see you try."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, dialing the number for the Headquarters of the Chief Military Governor.

Sage Tomlinson, a cadre major general and the director of the governor's office, picked up the call.

Upon recognizing the number as the Chief Military Governor's personal number, he nearly jumped out of his skin as he picked up the phone.

Hearing the 'click' of the call going through, Nathan handed the phone to Freddy straightaway. “Go on. Ask what department I work in. Try and get me fired."

Freddy wasn't afraid. With his social standing and high position, he was fully confident that he had the power to make a lowly security guard lose his job through a single phone call.

With a cold huff, he took the phone and said "hello" to the receiver.

On the other side of the phone, Sage had a perplexed expression.

That's not the Chief Military Governors voice.

His eyebrows furrowing slightly, Sage asked, "Who is this?"

"It doesn't matter who I am," Freddy sniffed. "I don't have the patience to talk with a receptionist. Put the highest man in the office on.

Sage felt rage flare up within him.

But he was still completely clueless as to what was going on, so he could only suppress his anger as he replied, "I'm sorry, the highest man in office is not here today. Even if he was, you have no right to talk to him directly."

Freddy's eyes widened in mock offense. "Oh, be careful there, young man. You're going to rock the boat.

Which director in little Channing is so arrogant that he thinks my call is not worth taking?"

"You must be mistaken, sir," Sage answered coldly. "This is the Brimmopolis department, not the Channing department. Again, who is speaking?" The Brimmopolis department!

Freddy's expression changed abruptly but subtly, frantic as he introduced himself. "This is Freddy I_oran of the Ministry of Education... Which department am I speaking to, exactly?"

"This is the Grand Council's

Headquarters of the Chief Military Governor, and I am the director of the General Office here!" Sage blew up. "You have some nerve, Freddy Lorant How dare you try to threaten the governor's office, as well as try tooforce the Chief Military Governor himself to answer your call!"

Huh?

Chills ran up Freddy's spine, the phone nearly slipping from his hands.

He glanced over scornfully at Nathan, his throat closing up as if he was about to burst into tears right there and then.

Didn't they say he was a security guard from some random Channing department? Why is he suddenly working at the Headquarters of the Chief Military Governor?

Everyone knew that the Chief Military Governor was not someone to be trifled with and that anyone who had a job at the Headquarters of the Chief Military Governor was no commoner.

Sweat dripped down Freddy's forehead as he bowed repeatedly, even though the person on the other end couldn't see him. "General Tomlinson, I'm so sorry. This is all just a misunderstanding..."

"Could you care to explain to me what the misunderstanding is?" Sage inquired flatly. "Is the Chief Military Governor someone you can make the butt of your jokes? Do you have a death wish?"

Freddy honestly wished that he could drop dead right there and then.

If he had known that Nathan worked for the Headquarters of the Chief Military Governor, he would have never dared to demand to speak to the highest person in command at Nathan's office.

"No, please! This is all just a misunderstanding,"

Freddy choked out.

Sage, having caught on that Freddy was a person of some importance, went on to ask, "How did you get this phone? Where is the owner of the phone? And what is your reason for calling?"

Sneaking a pained look at Nathan,

Freddy had no choice but to explain himself further. "The owner of the phone is right next to me. He was the one who made the call and gave ong me the phone because I wanted to

know what department he worked for."

Realization finally dawned upon Sage. "I think you're leaving some important details out. Tell me everything from start to finish."

After all, the man had not only caused trouble for Headquarters of the Chief Military Governor, he had also indirectly offended the Chief Military

Governor himself.

Freddy knew there was no backing out of this one, and he knew that he couldn't possibly lie to Sage.

So, he had no choice but to tell Sage everything that had happened.

He was nearly bawling by the end of his story. "General Tomlinson, this is all just a mistake. I never intended to offend the Headquarters of the Chief

Military Governor and the EP

Military Governor, I swear. The punk just-accused my wine of being a knock-off, and I..."

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"If the owner of this phone says your wine is a knock-off, then it is a knock-off," Sage told him dispassionately.

Freddy's jaws dropped. “But that's impossible!"

"Well, should I bring the National Guard over to publicly announce that your wine is a cheap imitation?"

That jolted Freddy back to reality.

"No, no!"

"Then you'll just have to admit that your wine is fake, as well as apologize to the owner of the phone. If you do not earn his forgiveness, I can guarantee you that your days are numbered."