Chapter 612 How Is It Going?

Pu Renyong was very sad, because he couldn't control his urge in front of the representatives of more than a dozen countries. In the end ~bu~'s life, he was very comfortable, and everyone was uncomfortable. Yellow traces slowly smudged through his trousers, and then the smell of ammonia began to slowly permeate the air.

Smith, who was still standing next to Park In-yong, was now more than 30 meters away from him. In an instant, he seemed to have become a master of light kung fu. And all the other diplomatic representatives also backed off quite a bit. Jiang Hua directly covered his nose and withdrew. Originally, she was still yelling at Park In-yong that she felt dissatisfied, but now she is full of sympathy for Park In-yong.

Because at this moment, Jiang Hua understood that Park In-yong's diplomatic career would be ruined. After all, this was no longer a simple matter of yelling, it was already a complete insult to the state. After all, have you ever seen that diplomatic representative who can't hold back his shit in public? In fact, this all requires training. Many diplomatic representatives do not eat for eight hours before attending formal diplomatic occasions, and do not drink water for the first three hours. Just to avoid such indecent phenomenon from appearing.

So it can't be all blamed on Zhang Tong, Park Renyong himself has a big problem. If he followed the law of not eating and drinking, even if Zhang Tong wanted to do this to him, it would not come out. After all, how can a gun fire without bullets?

In the end, the old diplomat told Mr. Park Renyong very kindly: "Mr. Park, the bathroom is over there. Do you need to prepare a new set of clothes?"

What else can Park In-yong say now? He could only run away blushing.

Smith was secretly annoyed: South Koreans are really unreliable, even if you ask him to do some simple things, he can still make mistakes.

But Jiang Hua took advantage of the situation and said to other representatives: "Mr. Park may still need a little time. Are you waiting for Mr. Park here, or go to visit first?"

Who wants to wait for an idiot who doesn't take off his trousers in a large size? Everyone said: "Let's take a tour and wait for Mr. Park." The words are very polite, but some people have already begun to brew in their stomachs. Bad water, when I'm ready to go back, I will make some bad things about the South Korean representative.

After this little episode, everyone is not so concerned about whether the Chinese side has made a grand welcome. Everyone lined up in a square formation according to Jiang Hua's instructions.

There are as many visiting delegations as there are from each country, and as few as one representative come to visit, and as many as the American delegation, Smith brought more than ten people from different industries to visit and study together.

The old Chinese diplomat who was in charge of leading the team saw an oriental face in the American team. He thought that people from Jianghua had mixed in, so he walked up to that person quickly and said, "Don't talk to the diplomatic team first. Mix it all up, stand by and make presentations."

However, the oriental face he was talking about, who looked like a Chinese, frowned: "I'm not Chinese."

"Uh..." The old diplomat was momentarily at a loss for words.

Smith stood up and explained at this time: "This is the representative of my diplomatic corps. He is in charge of commercial projects. His name is Peter Wang."

The old diplomat gave a lot of people named Peter Wang a few times, and this man really didn't miss the Chinese very much. There is an indescribable but weird taste, if I have to describe it, the temperament is a bit out of date. The temperament of the East is inclusive and subtle, while the West is used to showing its sharpness. In this Peter King there are both contradictory qualities. It's like an awl that wants to get ahead, but is hesitant to pierce the cloth pocket.

Peter Wang tidied up his suit and said in an authentic New York accent: "I am a decent American."

"Oh." The old diplomat walked away without saying anything after oh. In the distance, Zhang Tong looked away after looking at Peter Wang. He didn't have time to pay attention to such a small role. If it wasn't for supporting Jiang Hua's work, he wouldn't be bothered to come here.

Jiang Hua also glanced at the Chinese-American Peter Wang, and she only said: "Everyone line up, and I will show you around the Hive New City. Old Zhang." Jiang Hua said to Zhang Tong from a distance, Zhang Tong nodded, and then called Lao Bai who had been prepared.

In the next moment, two large flying swords cut through the sky and fell from the sky.

"Everyone, please, this is the most fashionable means of transportation for Hive now. It is also the means of transportation that we will vigorously develop in the future." Jiang Hua introduced to everyone with a smile.

Everyone has heard about the flying sword of the Hive City. This is definitely a specialty of the hive, and can be used as a solo flying device or as a large public transportation device. It was the first time for all diplomatic representatives to witness such a means of transportation with their own eyes. Although they had seen it in the news before, it was still a very novel experience to actually set foot on such a flying sword and be taken to fly.

As the president of the Homecoming Association, Zhang Tong introduced the scenery of various beehives all the way during the flight, and also introduced the development of the Homecoming Mutual Aid Association.

"In the future, not only returnees, but we will also absorb more abilities awakened, and let them contribute to building a harmonious society."

Under the introduction of Zhang Tong, the recent work carried out by the returnees, especially the waste sorting circle that is going to cover the whole Huaihai, has attracted the attention of many people.

"So, how do you solve the problem of awakened people? Why are they willing to work like this?" After listening to Zhang Tong's introduction, a representative from Europe couldn't help but raise his hand to ask: "As far as I know , Many power awakeners are more inclined to use their abilities to commit various crimes to gain profits, rather than work hard."

Zhang Tong smiled: "The solution? It's actually very simple, that is to open an upward channel for the returnees and the awakened abilities. Whether it is the returnees or the awakened abilities, our ability can create A new and bigger cake, so we will ask for the right to share the cake at the table. Instead of us making the cake, we can only get some leftovers. This is the main reason for the hard work of the homecoming and the awakened The reason. Because they have hope."

What Zhang Tong said was as simple as possible. If you use an old Chinese saying to sum it up, it would be: Do princes and generals have kindness?

However, what seems normal in China made many representatives of European and American countries frown. Let those with vested interests take the initiative to let go of their current interests, and let those who have awakened abilities come on stage to share their meals? How can it be! The oligarchs are trying to swallow everything, so how can they voluntarily give up everything they have? Especially those in power and political families, most of them are powerful families who have stood for hundreds of years. Every time a new clan rises, it will be a bloodbath. Do you still expect them to open the way?

While everyone else was thinking about what Zhang Tong said, the American named Peter Wang was quietly texting someone in the last row of the Feijian bus [How is your progress in the hive now? up? 】

ps; Tuesday, still tickets~