"Prime Minister Mo, the grassland people all admire the Chinese martial arts." After the meeting, Mo Qiangqiang and the President of Kazakhstan came to the courtyard of the villa and had a family dinner in the small pavilion on the grass.
The entourage was far away from the two people, but the president's words did not escape Chen Qingyun's ears. He laughed secretly: Prime Minister Mo will encounter another challenge.
Of course, Mo Qiangqiang understood the meaning of the president's words and refused to show weakness: "Chinese martial arts is profound and profound. If the president wants to appreciate it, we might as well make an appointment."
"It's better to choose a day than to hit it. Since the prime minister is so determined, there is a Tatar wrestling master among my entourage. He is usually arrogant, so I just asked a Chinese master to dampen his spirit." It seems that the president came well prepared.
Mo Jianqiang was about to select one of the guards when Chen Qingyun's clear voice sounded in his ears: "Prime Minister, let me go."
Yes, last time at Fulong University in Luo State, Chen Qingyun was in the limelight. Today's opportunity is better than last time.
In fact, Mo Qiangqiang has no confidence in his own guards. Tatar wrestling is world-famous, and his own guards are good at firearms and free fighting.
When the President of Kazakhstan saw Mo Jianqiang waving to Chen Qingyun, he frowned and said, "Prime Minister Mo, you have no good friends. This little brother, do you have confidence?"
Mo Jianqiang smiled faintly and said: "Your Excellency, President, people should not be judged by their appearance. Chinese martial arts cannot be judged by their appearance. If your entourage wins, I will promise you a condition."
The president felt a little slighted: "Okay, if your subordinates can win the joint development of the oil fields, I can let China hold a controlling stake."
Mo Qiangqiang pointed at Yu Ya: "Chairman Yu is on the board of directors of Huaxia Liquan Group. If Director Chen loses, Liquan Group has products that will satisfy Kazakhstan first."
Kazakhstan is a landlocked grassland country with rich agricultural resources, but it focuses on animal husbandry, and food processing cannot meet domestic demand at all.
Liquan Group's food has a high reputation in the international market. Mo Jianqiang's words are in line with the wishes of the President of Kazakhstan.
"Chairman Yu, Kazakhstan is waiting for you to come." The president's words were full of confidence.
Yu Ya smiled sweetly: "Your Excellency, whether your country's warriors can prevail or not, Yu Ya must pay a visit to Kazakhstan."
"Ha, ha, ha, Chairman Yu is really considerate. I will clean up the mess when I get back." The president was very happy. This was an unexpected gain.
Everyone on the grass laughed with the president, but Chen Qingyun felt a little uncomfortable when he heard this: Yu Ya is my wife, why should I let you sweep her away?
The warriors from the Kingdom of Ha came on stage, and the contempt in their hearts was all written on their faces. The guards around Mo Qiangqiang looked at the two people confronting each other excitedly: It's been a long time since I saw Chen Qingyun show off his skills.
Mo Jianqiang's entourage, including the director of the National Development and Reform Commission, all had worried looks on their faces; on the Kazakh side, everyone had a relaxed look on their faces: If I had known that we were dealing with a Chinese bastard, we could have just sent a random samurai.
The director of the National Development and Reform Commission came to Yu Ya's side: "Chairman Yu, can you do it, Director Chen?"
Yu Ya smiled and said: "Don't worry, director, Qingyun won't make the other party look too ugly."
The director was speechless: Does Chen Qingyun have the ability to make the other party look bad?
"Little brother, my hands and feet are too heavy. If I hurt you, it will not look good on everyone. Let's do this, you attack and I defend, and I will try not to hurt you."
Chen Qingyun sensed the goodwill of the other party and developed a good impression of this prairie man: "I was about to make this suggestion, but you brought it up, what should I do?"
"Wrestling is not about talking nonsense. Looking at your small body, I really can't bear it." Seeing Chen Qingyun's lack of knowledge, the big man was a little unhappy.
Chen Qingyun smiled and said: "Thank you, brother. How about this? Let's perform a show first as a warm-up, and then decide who will take the lead."
"Okay." The big man roared: "I'll go first." He meant to show some real skills so that Chen Qingyun could retreat in spite of the difficulties.
The big man performed wrestling hooks, hooks, tangles, kicks, splits, forks, rinses, twists and other movements. The muscles in his body fully demonstrated his strength and his body was flexible. Finally, he finished with more than a dozen backflips, which won bursts of applause.
It was Chen Qingyun's turn, but he just made a gesture that made everyone present stunned.
After this competition, Chen Qingyun left a deep impression on the people of Kazakhstan that even he could not imagine, and it would have a profound impact on future events.
Chen Qingyun lifted up his figure, soared two meters into the air, with his head down and his feet up, his right hand lightly reaching out, and his index finger pointing to the ground. His body was frozen like a straight tree trunk.
Everyone, including Mo Jianqiang and the president, were dumbfounded. Mo Qiangqiang, the leader of the guards, whispered: "Oh my God, one-finger Zen."
Only Yu Ya could see the way out: Chen Qingyun's clothes and trousers clung tightly to his body without sagging at all: "This guy just likes to show off."
Of course, no one heard Yu Ya talking to herself.
"Let's start. I'll stand here without moving. As long as you can move me half a step or knock me down, you will win."
There was no referee. Judging from everyone's eyes, everyone thought Chen Qingyun won, and Chen Qingyun was not polite.
With a light backflip, Chen Qingyun stood on the grass, calm and composed, and challenged the big man.
Only then did the big man put away his relaxed mind, roared, and rushed towards Chen Qingyun. He reached out and grabbed Chen Qingyun's shoulders, hooked his right foot on Chen Qingyun's calf, and threw it hard.
Chen Qingyun's body swayed slightly, and the big man felt that his strength was exhausted, and his feet went weak. Chen Qingyun did not move, but the big man stood unsteadily and rushed forward.
"It's evil." The big man whispered, and reached out to pat Chen Qingyun's right shoulder. Unexpectedly, Chen Qingyun's shoulder was not strong at all. The big man's palm failed, his body was unstable, and he almost fell to the ground.
At this time, everyone could see that the big man was no match for Chen Qingyun. It was just that the big man's huge palm slapped Chen Qingyun on the shoulder. Why was Chen Qingyun fine and the big man fell down on his own?
The big man's face was red from holding back, and he used all kinds of actions such as hooking, tying, wrapping, kicking, breaking, forking, rinsing, and twisting. Chen Qingyun's feet always stood firmly in place, and his upper body only occasionally shook a few times.
Others don't know it, but Yu Yake understands it very well. She knows that Chen Qingyun has a crush on the big man, but she just used the technique of offloading force. Otherwise, the big man would have been injured and fell to the ground long ago.
At this time, Chen Qingyun became very mysterious in everyone's eyes. This time, Mo Qiangqiang led many entourages, and they all looked at Chen Qingyun's performance. Many people recalled Chen Qingyun's experience of treating veteran cadres.
, even more incredible.
"Okay, admit defeat, that's it for today." The president didn't say anything, and no one dared to stop, even though everyone knew that the big man was no match for Chen Qingyun.
The big man was already wet all over and his breathing was rapid. After hearing the president's words, he glanced at Chen Qingyun unwillingly: "Little brother, what a skill."
"It's just a trick, the eldest brother is the real master."
"You said I am very skilled?" The big man was very excited when he heard this.
"Stop talking, go down and rest." It seems that the big man is simple-minded. If he continues, he will be more embarrassed: "Prime Minister Mo, this little brother?"
"Chen Qingyun, Director of Foreign Trade of the Ministry of Commerce."
"Government officials also have such skills. Chinese martial arts seem to be very popular." The president sighed very much: "Director Chen, you are welcome to come to Kazakhstan at any time. I think we will become good friends."
"Thank you, President. Qingyun also wants to study in Kazakhstan."
The words became a prophecy. In the future, Chen Qingyun went to Kazakhstan and worked for a long time. It can be seen that he should not express his position easily when encountering problems.
China won. At noon, the president could only listen to Mo Jianqiang. Before the banquet started, Mo Jianqiang, the leader of the guards, was pestering Chen Qingyun.
"Director Chen, the kung fu you just performed should belong to the internal martial arts." On the leader's face, besides admiration, there was also hope: "What you used was the legendary Eighteen Falls of Zhanyi, or the four-liang move of a thousand catties."
"I have read too many martial arts novels, but the force-relieving technique in Qigong is not very difficult." Chen Qingyun said casually, just trying to get over it.
The leader did not let go of Chen Qingyun: "Director Chen, can I become your disciple? The military fighting skills I learned in the army are not related to the family."
"If you want to practice One Finger Zen, you must be a boy. When we have some free time, let's compare and compete on the moves."
Chen Qingyun is not lying. His acquired skills are indeed those of a boy. It’s just that the leader is too utilitarian and is not suitable for practicing Qingwei Jue.
The leader was very disappointed: "I yearn for Neijiaquan. It's a pity that I missed the good time."
After the summit, Mo Qiangqiang took a tour of neighboring countries, which was all arranged in advance. Chen Qingyun and Yu Ya stayed with Mo Qiangqiang until half a month later, before returning to Yanjing.
"Qingyun, the other party has taken the bait." When Zhou Weihong saw Chen Qingyun, the first words he blurted out in excitement.
When he reached the provincial and ministerial level, he was very good at cultivating Qi, and there were few things that could stimulate him, such as touching, angry, and hating things. Zhou Weihong's performance showed that he cared very much.
Chen Qingyun had known this result for a long time. On the surface, he could only follow Zhou Weihong's emotions: "It's great, I finally have a reaction."
Huli Company obtained financing from Baiyun Investment Company. After the agreement was signed, the funds were not used. A few days before Chen Qingyun returned to Yanjing, Quzhi told him that the expansion of Huli Company had been officially launched.
"I just didn't expect that there is really a mole in the ministry, and there may be more than one."