The little devil was carried away, and the hall became a little lively again, but everyone glanced at He Zhenzhong from time to time, and they were obviously talking in low voices about what just happened. Anyway, they all felt that this time it was worth it. The banquet was very lively and interesting.
The other little devils all looked ashamed, with their heads buried, like dogs with their tails pinned, huddled in the corner, always feeling as if everyone present was laughing at them, which made them look at He Zhenzhong with eyes filled with resentment. They have the urge to kill He Zhenzhong immediately. However, they have the intention, but they don’t have the courage or the strength.
The senior officials of the Swiss government also looked at He Zhenzhong with helpless expressions. He was indeed the God of Death. Something would happen wherever he went. This gave them a headache. When they thought that the banquet had not even started, their heads hurt even more.
Seeing the faces of those guys, He Zhenzhong also knew what they were thinking. He instantly put away the smile on his face and said in a deep voice: "We in China have always been people who don't offend me, and I don't offend others. If someone bullies me, it will be ten times worse." You should be able to see clearly whether you are right or wrong in return. Of course, if you do not welcome us, we will leave immediately."
Hearing this, the expressions of those senior Swiss officials changed. They were anxious. The main purpose of this banquet was to clean up He Zhenzhong and establish a good relationship with China. If He Zhenzhong left, who knows whether it would cause resentment in China. , of course it was nothing before, but now China is like a hedgehog, no one can offend their dignity, otherwise they will be pricked with blood.
The people around him also looked at He Zhenzhong in astonishment, but there was a look of admiration in their eyes. Even they had to sigh, this is a real soldier, no matter what he says, he always puts the country first. They know , politicians will not pay attention to this, and only soldiers who protect their homeland and country will do so.
"General, forgive me, we didn't mean that." A guy smiled bitterly, turned sideways, and made a gesture of invitation, "General, please, in order to welcome the general, this banquet is all arranged according to Chinese traditions."
He Zhenzhong nodded and strode inside with Jiang Xiaoyu and others. Everyone's waist was as straight as a standard. The God of Death had won face for Huaxia, so naturally they could not lose the prestige of Huaxia.
Many people are lamenting that the rise of China seems inevitable. In the past, banquets were all Western-style buffets, and basically nothing Chinese could be seen, but now, they have become Chinese-style. However, many people also I'm very happy, although they like to eat raw salads and the like, but that's just to keep themselves high. In fact, they are also more interested in various Chinese snacks and hot pot.
"General, why don't you preside over this opening speech?"
Hearing this, He Zhenzhong nodded, and then, led by Swiss officials, he 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, I would like to thank the Swiss government for organizing this welcome banquet." He Zhenzhong had a warm smile on his face, like a perfect gentleman, which was completely different from the previous strong one. "I would also like to express my gratitude to everyone for your welcome. "
Many people are lamenting that they are both powerful countries in the East, but the Japanese and the Chinese are really far apart. Look at the performance of the little devil before and the performance of the Chinese general now. There is a world of difference.
"My Chinese delegation came to this city called the City of Peace with sincerity. We, China, have never been a warlike country. Whether it was the Indonesian War or the Vietnam War, we were intolerable and were forced to send troops.
, I think everyone can understand these through some channels. Therefore, this time, we came to the Four-Party Talks with the determination of peace." He Zhenzhong said, paused, and then continued: "
However, this does not mean that we in China can be bullied by others. If someone wants to attack China secretly, then I hope he can think more about whether he is ready to bear a country with a history of 5,000 years and a population of 1.3 billion.
The anger of the ancient civilization of its people.”
As soon as the words came out, the expressions of representatives from many countries changed. This is Chi Lulu's peace on one hand and war on the other. It is so similar to the United States back then. Is it true that China is no longer prepared to continue to tolerate it and is about to rise strongly?
?
Especially the representatives from the United States and Russia looked extremely ugly. They always felt that the last sentence was aimed at them.
"Okay, I think everyone is hungry, so I won't waste everyone's time." He Zhenzhong smiled slightly, "Then..."
Deng Deng.
The representative of Russia suddenly came out. Looking at He Zhenzhong, he said with a smile: "I heard that the generals of China are both civil and military, and the calligraphy and painting of China are unrivaled in the world. I wonder if the general can perform live.
, to open everyone’s eyes?”
Sure enough, the troublemaker came.
Although Chinese calligraphy and painting are famous in the world, they are all written by masters of calligraphy, and it takes decades to practice. And He Zhenzhong is so young, does he have that kind of enthusiasm? Many people are thinking.
He Zhenzhong glanced at the guy and raised his hand, "Paper and pen, today I will open your eyes to how far you are from the ancient civilization."
The guy's expression suddenly changed. He didn't even hesitate. His heart was in suspense. Moreover, this guy's words were really irritating. Was he looking down on them because Russia didn't have a strong history?
The Swiss government had no choice but to send people to find him urgently, and finally bought a study room with four treasures in a Chinatown.
Twenty minutes later.
Wow.
A roll of white rice paper was thrown away by He Zhenzhong, and rolled forward with a crash along the patchwork table and spread out.
Whoosh.
He Zhenzhong reached out, grabbed the thick brush, and waved it a few times. He was born in a military family and had practiced martial arts and traditional culture since he was a child. This brush calligraphy was no problem.
call.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes slightly, and the fierce aura from his body surged out again.
There has always been an old saying in China that words are like people. A person's words can reflect a person's character to some extent. This is true. Words represent a person's state of mind.
Wow.
He Zhenzhong held the thick brush, put a little bit in the ink, and circled it.
Boom.
The tip of the pen suddenly fell on the rice paper, paused, and then pulled downwards with a squeaking sound. He Zhenzhong's footsteps moved along with the trend, his right hand remained steady, and he kept writing. Then he turned around, waved his right hand, and the brush again came out of the ink box.
a little.
grace.
The elegance reached the extreme. At this moment, the whole place fell silent. You could hear a pin drop. Everyone was looking at He Zhenzhong. He was like dancing an elegant dance, giving people a pleasing feeling. However,
This kind of elegance also carries a faint sense of killing with a golden sword, which is the result of He Zhenzhong's momentum being integrated into his writing.
In less than a minute, a picture of vigorous and powerful words, revealing a murderous aura, appeared.
"Those who offend China will be punished no matter how far away they are."
The words full of murderous intent, coupled with the fierce gestures of the pen, actually made everyone feel angry and chilled in their hearts. Once again, they could clearly feel the domineering power of He Zhenzhong.
"Hahaha."
A laugh suddenly rang out, breaking the silence of the venue.
It's that old guy.
Amid everyone's astonished gazes, he put his hands behind his back, stepped forward calmly, and looked at He Zhenzhong with disdain, "Did the general's Chinese language come from a physical education teacher?"
Jiang Xiaoyu and others immediately became angry.
He Zhenzhong waved his hand and smiled slightly, "What?"
"I have also studied Chinese. Although I am not proficient in it, the general must have written a wrong word." The guy said proudly.
The smile on He Zhenzhong's face faded and became serious, snorting coldly: "Is that the black word you are talking about?"
When Jiang Xiaoyu and others saw it, their expressions suddenly changed. This is the habit of leaving names on calligraphy works, such as so-and-so's work, so-and-so's ink, etc., but He Zhenzhong wrote it in black characters, this...
"That's right, there is a piece of soil missing down there." He Zhenzhong stared at the old man and said unceremoniously: "Because, from now on, when I face you, I, the Chinese, will not give up an inch of soil, not even a word."
boom.
Not giving in an inch of ground?
Jiang Xiaoyu and others felt that the blood in their bodies was boiling instantly.
The old man's face was extremely gloomy, and his fists were clenched tightly, making a clicking sound.
The people around were dumbfounded and shocked. This Chinese God of Death was so paranoid. It was just a word. Is that all?