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Chapter 408: Putting on a Show 9 More

"I heard that Michael Leone is dead."

Wang Weiguo said as he ran.

Zhao Gangjun was not surprised that Wang Weiguo knew this news. As the prime minister of a country, his news coverage was much wider than that of a little shrimp like himself.

"Yes." Zhao Gangjun nodded and looked around.

Europeans generally like to exercise, so there were already many individuals running along the river bank at this time.

The early sun seemed to take away some of the coldness. Wang Weiguo was running with sweat on his head.

"I heard that you came to Milan this time to get engaged to Michael Leone's daughter." Wang Weiguo asked again.

"Yes." Zhao Gangjun nodded again. Zhao Gangjun really didn't dare to say much to the person in front of him.

"good."

Wang Weiguo smiled and said these two words, and then stopped talking.

Zhao Gangjun didn't know what Wang Weiguo meant when he said it was good. Was it good that he and Brother Niu came here to get engaged, or was it good that Michael Corion died?

After running about three kilometers, Wang Weiguo finally stopped out of breath.

"Alas, as this man gets older, his physical strength loses weight."

Wang Weiguo gasped and said, "When I was at the grassroots level, I could run ten kilometers a day, and I was still full of energy when I went back to work."

"Prime Minister, your physical strength is quite good." Zhao Gangjun said with a smile, "You can run so far and so fast in one breath, you are much better than the Chairman."

"Hahaha, Lao Zhao has more and more complicated work than me, so naturally he doesn't have time to exercise." Wang Weiguo said as he walked to a mobile breakfast spot nearby.

A group of people were waiting in line to buy breakfast. Wang Weiguo wiped the sweat from his head and stood at the end of the queue, as if waiting to buy breakfast.

"Prime Minister, let me line up." Zhao Gangrong said in a low voice.

"No, you need me to do this." Wang Weiguo responded with a smile.

Zhao Gangjun was slightly startled, and then he felt the sound of a shutter being pressed around him.

Zhao Gangrong squinted his eyes and looked around.

I saw someone taking pictures not far away.

Zhao Gangjun instinctively wanted to catch the two people, but Wang Weiguo smiled and said, "Ignore them."

Zhao Gangjun understood Wang Weiguo's thoughts instantly.

Zhao Gangjun had often seen news like this in the past. For example, during a visit to China, a high-ranking foreign official went to a certain place for a private visit incognito. He ate a simple meal and asked for sex. In the news, these

High-ranking foreign officials are praised to the heavens, and everyone is bragging about how simple and simple they are, without any official airs or anything like that. And what Wang Weiguo is doing now is probably just such a thing!

Zhao Gangjun was right. On the headlines of major newspapers in Milan that afternoon, there were photos of Wang Weiguo queuing up to buy breakfast.

Nowadays, diplomacy is the top priority, and how to establish a good image of a country in diplomacy requires relying on each individual's ability. Today, Wang Weiguo went out for a run and queued up to buy cheap breakfast. This is undoubtedly the best tribute to the Chinese government.

What a publicity.

You see, even though he is the Prime Minister, he can still get up in the morning and continue to exercise, and he does not put on official airs and buys breakfast with ordinary people. With such honest and self-disciplined officials leading him, the Chinese government and the Chinese country must be extraordinary.

These are all simple diplomatic methods, such as the last time the US President braved the rain to express condolences to the people affected by the storm. To put it bluntly, they are all for show.

Wang Weiguo not only bought a breakfast for himself, but also bought a breakfast for Zhao Gangjun. Of course, this scene was also taken by reporters. The title of the photo was that the Chinese Prime Minister bought breakfast for the Chinese people on the roadside.

Anyway, it’s about being close to the people. Now is the xx anniversary of diplomatic relations between the two countries. This kind of positive news is very encouraged by the Italian government.

"This is the best breakfast stall in Italy." Wang Weiguo didn't care whether the food he was eating might be poisoned. He just saw him eating the sandwich and said, "I came to Italy many years ago.

I had eaten at this stall when I was young, but I didn’t expect that he would still be here this time.”

"I guess I'm waiting for the Prime Minister to come back." Zhao Gangrong smiled and took a bite of the sandwich. It tasted really good.

"Hurry up and finish your meal. You have to run back. This is just to replenish your strength first." Wang Weiguo finished the sandwich in two bites and then walked quickly back to the hotel.

By the time we got back to the hotel, it was already half past seven in the morning.

Wang Weiguo had some more formal breakfast, then washed up, dressed up and went out.

The person who was going to talk to Wang Weiguo this time was the Italian Minister of Foreign Affairs.

The talks on anti-dumping and anti-counterfeiting were carried out in a friendly and warm atmosphere.

After finishing the meeting with the Italian Foreign Minister, it was already close to ten o'clock. The place where Wang Weiguo was going to go next was the holy land of the entire city of Milan.

Stotaya Cathedral.

As we all know, Italy is a Catholic country, and Catholicism is prevalent in the country, and the Stottaia Cathedral is one of the best cathedrals in the city of Milan and even in the whole of Italy.

It is said that the body of a certain saint is enshrined in the church, so the entire church welcomes many Catholics from all over the world every day.

Since you are in the country, you have to follow the local customs. Although Wang Weiguo is a Buddhist, he wanted to go to Stotaya Cathedral this time.

Accompanying Wang Weiguo was Stamps, the mayor of Milan.

The convoy slowly drove into the parking lot not far from Stotaya Cathedral. The surroundings were already on alert. After all, there had been an explosion not long ago. Who can guarantee that those **** wouldn't have fun?

A big one?

There were already police officers standing around the church.

Every policeman has a stern look on his face.

Wang Weiguo got out of the car and walked towards the cathedral while chatting and laughing with Stamps. Zhao Gangjun followed beside him.

At this time, an inconspicuous person also squeezed out of the crowd. He looked at Zhao Gangjun with curious eyes.

This man followed the crowd and Wang Weiguo and others towards Stotaya Cathedral.

Many people in Milan have never seen this prime minister from China. It is said that he is one of the best figures in the entire China. He has more than one billion people under his command. Does such a person have three heads and six arms or something?

Many people want to take a closer look.

Wang Weiguo and Stamps walked into the cathedral together. The inconspicuous person, somehow, squeezed his way to the front of the crowd.

There was a smile on his face, and he seemed very happy that his city could welcome such a powerful figure!

(I wonder why some people always worry about the time span of the story. In fact, it is very simple to write the time span. For example, I wrote about Wang Weiguo's visit in the past few days. I wrote it half a month later, and then wrote that Zhao Gangjun was in

I stayed in Milan for half a month, which is a matter of dozens of words. Is the focus of your reading the book on how long it has been since this incident and how long it has been since that incident? I can stretch out the story that has happened in minutes.

If it lasts up to three years, it's just a few more strokes of work. Does it have any impact on the article? I asked Gang Jun to go back to school for two months before going to Italy. This is compared to Gang Jun going to Italy directly.

Is there any difference? I suddenly thought of a joke: Wukong told Tang Seng that I hacked back and forth from Nantianmen to Penglai East Road for three days and three nights without blinking an eye. But Tang Seng asked, "My eyes are not open."

Blink, isn’t it sour?)


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