Wu Dajin had a strong sense of superiority and said to Qin Jun, "brother, I suggest you go out for a walk. If you are in your twenties, if you haven't even been abroad, you really haven't seen much of the world."

Just now, the king of Qin gave Wu Da Jin a hard time, so whenever he had a chance, Wu Da Jin naturally wanted to find a place from the king of Qin.

With these words, a waiter came over, dressed in a very beautiful and delicate British style. He came to their dining table and spoke a few words of English. Then he brought us the newly disinfected tableware and hot towel for hand cleaning.

Wu Dajin said with a faint smile, "many restaurants in foreign countries have such service, which is of a very high standard. However, many foreign countries have the habit of tipping, so I like to carry a few dollars of change with me. When I encounter this kind of service, I will give it a little."

With that, Wu took out a ten dollar bill from his pocket.

In many countries, it's almost enough to give a dollar for consumption. Some more generous guests will give five dollars, and Wu Dajin gives ten dollars, mainly for the sake of pretending in front of everyone.

Ten dollars is in the waiter's dining car.

Suddenly, the waiter's face changed slightly and frowned. He looked a little unhappy at Wu Dajin. Without speaking, he pushed the car and left.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and they were all a little puzzled.

"It's rude of the waiter, isn't it? What's the attitude of tipping? Don't you say thank you? "

"That's right. Ten dollars is seventy-eight dollars. I don't appreciate it."

"We sit in the style of which country, complain about them!"

“……”

Wu Dajin was also angry. He snorted coldly, "maybe the guests are too used to them. Ten tips are too little. Normally, it's good to give five dollars abroad. They really don't know how to praise them."

Qin Jun in the narrator heard a strong shake his head, very speechless.

Wu Dajin frowned and asked, "what are you shaking your head? Do you think she's ok? "

Wu Da Jin looks at Qin Jun ironically. He has been to so many countries and knows a lot about all kinds of customs. What does Qin Jun know?

Qin Jun pointed to the tableware on the table and said.

"Look at the location of the tableware, plus the Malay language on the tableware, it's obvious that our location is Singapore style."

"Tipping is not popular in Singapore. Tipping is even insulting. If you think her service is good, just thank you."

"Haven't you been around the world? Are you sure you didn't get a bad eye when you were in Singapore?"

Qin Jun said, we first a Leng, and then a few people immediately lowered their heads and began to check the mobile phone.

Everyone started to search with their mobile phones. Can Singapore tip or not.

The results are very consistent, Singapore can not tip, tipping is an insulting behavior, will be looked down upon.

Suddenly, the expression on people's faces became very interesting.

You really can't give it?

Wu Dajin is also very interesting. His passport is full of the visa seals of various countries. As a result, Singapore can't tip. He even says that the waiters are not qualified. He is the one who is not qualified!

Wu Dajin's face was a little bit embarrassed, and he laughed awkwardly.

"Ah, ha ha, it's Singaporean style. I just started to read the Malay, but I thought it was Malaysia. Ha ha..."