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"yes."

The Japanese devil was carried away, and the hall was only a little lively. However, everyone looked at He Zhenzhong from time to time, and obviously they were whispering about what had just happened. Anyway, they all felt it was worth it. The banquet was very lively and interesting.

The other Japanese devils looked ashamed, buried their heads, like dogs with their tails, huddled in the corner, and they always felt that everyone present was laughing at them. This made them look at He Zhenzhong with resentment, and they had the urge to kill He Zhenzhong immediately. However, they had this heart, but they didn't have the courage, nor the strength.

The senior officials of the Swiss government also looked at He Zhenzhong with helpless expressions. As expected, they were indeed the god of death. Wherever they went, something was bound to happen. This made them feel headache. When they thought that the banquet had not started, their heads hurt even more.

Seeing the faces of those guys, He Zhenzhong knew what they were thinking, and instantly put away the smile on his face and said in a deep voice: "We in China have always been people who do not offend me. I will not offend others. If people bully me, they will give back ten times. Which one is right and who is wrong? You should see clearly. Of course, if you don't welcome you, we will leave immediately."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the Swiss senior officials changed and became anxious. The main purpose of this banquet was to welcome He Zhenzhong and establish a good relationship with China. If He Zhenzhong was gone, who would know whether it would cause China's disgust? It would be nothing if it was replaced by the past. However, China is like a hedgehog now. No one can anger their dignity, otherwise it would be bloody.

The people around him also looked at He Zhenzhong in surprise, but they all looked admiring in their eyes. Even they had to sigh that this was a real soldier, and he always put the country first. They knew that politicians would ignore these things, and only soldiers who defended their country would do so.

"God, General, we don't mean that." A guy smiled bitterly and turned sideways, making a gesture of invitation, "General, please, in order to welcome the general, this banquet is all arranged according to the tradition of China."

He Zhenzhong nodded and walked into it with Jiang Xiaoyu and others. Everyone's waist was as straight as a mark. Death had won face for China, so they naturally could not fall into China's majesty.

Many people sigh that the rise of China seems to be inevitable. In the past, the banquets were all Western-style buffets, and basically no Chinese things were visible, but now they have become Chinese. However, many people are also very happy. Although they like to eat raw salads, they are all for the sake of high quality. In fact, they are also more interested in various snacks and hot pot in China.

"General, you might as well preside over this opening sentence."

Hearing this, He Zhenzhong nodded, and then, under the guidance of Swiss officials, came to the rostrum. The lights in the entire venue suddenly dimmed, and a beam of light enveloped He Zhenzhong.

Everyone's eyes fell on He Zhenzhong.

"First of all, thank you for the Swiss government for this welcome banquet." He Zhenzhong had a warm smile on his face, like a perfect gentleman, completely different from his previous strength. "I would like to express my gratitude to you for your welcome."

Many people sigh that they are both powerful countries in the East, and the Japanese and Chinese are really far apart. Look at the performance of the Japanese before and the performance of the Chinese general now.

"My Chinese delegation came to this city called the capital of peace with sincerity. Our China has never been a warlike country. Whether it is the Indonesian War or the Vietnam War, we were unable to bear it and were forced to send troops. I think that everyone can understand these things through some channels. So, this time, we came to the four-sided talks with peace." He Zhenzhong said, paused, and then continued: "But this does not mean that we China can be bullied. If anyone wants to attack China secretly, then I hope he can think more about whether he has done a good job of enduring the anger of an ancient civilization with a history of 5,000 years and a population of 1.3 billion."

As soon as the words came out, the expressions of representatives of many countries changed. This is Chilulu's first-hand peace and war, which is so similar to the United States back then. Is China really not ready to continue to endure and rise strongly?

Especially the United States and Russia's representatives' expressions were even more difficult to see. They always felt that the last sentence was directed at them.

"Okay, I think everyone is hungry, so I won't waste everyone's time." He Zhenzhong smiled slightly, "So...."

Dingdeng.

The representative of Russia suddenly stepped out. Looking at He Zhenzhong, he said with a smile: "I heard that the generals in China are both civil and military, and the calligraphy and calligraphy of China are even more unique in the world. I wonder if the general can perform on the spot to open everyone's eyes?"

Sure enough, trouble came.

Although Chinese calligraphy and calligraphy are famous all over the world, they are all written by everyone, and they can only be learned after decades of practice. Is He Zhenzhong so young, so he has that kind of heat? Many people think in their hearts.

He Zhenzhong glanced at the guy and raised his hand, "Paper and pen, today I will open your eyes. How much is the distance between you and the ancient civilization."

The guy's face changed suddenly, and he didn't even hesitate for a moment. His heart hangs. Moreover, this guy's words are indeed annoying. Is this despising them that Russia has no strong history?

The people from the Swiss government were helpless and had to send someone to search for it urgently. Finally, they bought a set of four treasures in a Chinatown.

Twenty minutes later.

Crash.

A roll of white rice paper was thrown away by He Zhenzhong, and rolled forward along the pieced together table with a rush and spread out.

Huhu.

He Zhenzhong reached out, grabbed the thick brush, and waved it several times. He came from a military family and practiced martial arts and traditional culture since he was a child. This brush calligraphy is no problem.

call.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes slightly, and the sharp aura on his body surged out again.

There has always been an old saying in China that the words are like the person. A person’s words can somewhat reflect a person’s character. This is true. The words represent a person’s mood.

Crash.

He Zhenzhong pinched the thick brush and slid it into the ink, wrapping around it.

Dong.

The tip of the pen suddenly fell on the rice paper, paused, and then pulled it down with a bang. He Zhenzhong's footsteps moved with the flow, keeping his right hand steady, writing constantly, then turned around, waved his right hand, and the brush was a little bit from the ink box again.

grace.

The elegance reached its peak. At this moment, the audience became quiet. The needle fell and everyone was watching He Zhenzhong. He was like dancing an elegant dance, giving people a pleasing feeling. However, this elegance also had a faint sense of killing golden swords. This was what He Zhenzhong's momentum was integrated into the pen and ink.

In less than a minute, a powerful and powerful word that reveals a sharp murderous aura appeared.

"Those who offend our China will be punished even if they are far away."

The murderous intent, coupled with the sharp brushstrokes, made everyone feel anger and chill, and once again clearly felt the domineering aura of He Zhenzhong.

"Hahaha."

A laugh suddenly sounded, breaking the silence of the venue.

It's that Russian.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, he walked forward calmly with his hands on his back and looked at He Zhenzhong disdainfully, "Is the general's Chinese taught by the physical education teacher?"

Jiang Xiaoyu and others were immediately angry.

He Zhenzhong waved his hand and smiled slightly, "What?"

"I have also learned Chinese. Although I am not proficient in it, the general has written a word wrong." The guy said proudly.

The smile on He Zhenzhong's face stopped and became serious, and he snorted coldly: "You are talking about this black word."

When Jiang Xiaoyu and others saw it, their faces changed drastically. This was the habit of leaving a name for calligraphy works, such as XX, XX, XX, etc., but He Zhenzhong wrote in black characters, this...

"Yes, there is less soil below." He Zhenzhong stared at the Russian and said bluntly: "Because, in the future, when facing you, I will not give up any land in China, even if it is just a word."

boom.

Don't give up any inch of land?

Jiang Xiaoyu and others only felt that the blood in their bodies boiled in an instant.

The Russian's face was extremely gloomy, and his fists had already clenched, and it was loud and loud.
Chapter completed!