Qin Hao looked at Wu Zicong in amusement." I haven't been officially crowned yet, and you're not my subject. You don't have to kneel."”
The people in the private room did not laugh along with his words. They were all silent.
Luo Yaxin's eyebrows were twisted together, but she remained silent.
"Even if you don't want our help, you don't have to use such a low-level excuse to fool us, do you?" Wu Zicong was a little angry.”
"Even if you say that you're going abroad to seek refuge with your relatives, I'll believe you. Do you think my IQ is low?"
"I knew you wouldn't believe me!"
Qin Hao took out a passport from his pocket.
The passport was a combination of English and East African, with a stamp and a water mark.
Wu Zicong looked at it for a while." It's quite real. Did you spend a lot of money?”
The other students had the same expression.
Why don't you believe me!
Qin Hao shook his head helplessly. Qin Hao-Staley. My country is on an island 100 nautical miles away from East Eritrea. It's called the Stali Kingdom."
"Why haven't I heard of it before?" Lin Miaomiao asked suspiciously.”
Qin Hao shrugged." Because the country is too small. The population is only 220,000, and the economy is not developed. Their geographical location was rather awkward, and they rarely communicated with the outside world. Therefore, it was not well-known internationally. There were many countries like this in Africa. There were still many independent tribes with only a few thousand people.”
The Kingdom of Stali did not exist on Earth. Other than that, there were many illogical settings. However, considering that it was a parallel world, everything made sense.
Luo Yaxin seemed to recall something." It sounds familiar. Is there someone visiting China today?"”
"That's right!" Qin Hao nodded. The visitor is Nobans Staley, my Minister of the Home Affairs.”
"Then your skin color…" Lin Miaomiao asked, unwilling to give up.
"Yes, why is your skin color yellow? You must be lying to us, right? You're afraid that we'll worry about you, but you don't want us to help you!”Wu Zicong's mind was filled with thoughts.
She had always forgotten to mention Qin Hao's personal image.
He was about 1.78 meters tall. If he wore a pair of thick-soled shoes, he would be 1.8 meters tall! His skin was fair, so fair that even the young ladies were envious. However, he did not have white hair, black hair, and black eyes like the Caucasians.
This was the origin of the Stali Kingdom.
Africa was a war-torn region, and many countries were currently at war. It was common for a regime to be overthrown the next day.
The Kingdom of Stali was a paradise for people to escape the flames of war. Countless people fled to that island and developed until now. It only had its own regime a hundred years ago.
The implementation of the constitution of the monarch was similar to the country where the sun never sets. The royal power was a very noble thing.
In history, this island belonged to the Staley tribe. It was the Staley tribe that took in the refugees of the later generations.
The simple and honest people of Africa were very grateful to the Staley tribe. In addition, they had a strong sense of tribe. Therefore, although there were 220,000 people of all skin colors, those with the surname Staley had a higher status.
"My country, Staley, is a mixed race country. There are white, black, and yellow people! There were not only black people in Africa! There are also other races."
Qin Hao explained patiently. At the same time, he thought," Actually, I'm also a descendant of the Yellow Emperor, but I can't tell you this.
"I can't accept this!" Wu Zicong gasped.”
The other students also found it hard to accept.
One day, a classmate in class would tell you that I am the king of a certain country!
Do you believe me?
Whoever believed him would be an idiot, alright?
Ding! Ding! Ding!
His phone rang. Qin Hao looked at the caller ID and saw that it was the manager of the agency. He deliberately turned on the speaker.
"Hello, Mr. Qin! The house payment had already been transferred over. It was a total of 137.8 million! Please check!"
"Alright, I'll have to trouble you!"”
Luo Yaxin was speechless.
Wu Zicong: /(o)/~~
Lin Miaomiao was speechless.
All the students were speechless!
Looking at the group of students who were in a daze, Qin Hao opened the text message and showed it to everyone.
He wasn't showing off. He mainly wanted to make his classmates believe that he wouldn't short-circuit himself because he lacked money.
"I sold my temporary residence in Dadong yesterday.”
Wu Zicong looked at the ceiling, his face turning green and red!
F * ck! I still want to help him? He's countless times richer than me, okay?
It was true that Wu Zicong was a second-generation heir, but his father was rich, not him! He had a very strict upbringing and was hoping that his father would give him money to have fun. Hehe, could he have a million yuan?
Qin Hao sold a house for more than 100 million yuan. Oh right, they called the house a palace!
Cruel Malevolence! Do you want me to die of shame?
A few students buried their heads under the table.
Even the calm Luo Yaxin couldn't help but feel embarrassed and angry. Thinking of the 'Save Qin' event that she personally led, this broad-minded girl couldn't help but feel hot.
Until now, most of the students had believed Qin Hao's words. A house cost 100 million yuan. If he wasn't a king, he was a tycoon.
Dong dong dong ~!
There was a knock on the door. Ah Ji, who looked like an iron tower, bowed to Qin Hao."Your Majesty, Commander Norbanz has arrived and is waiting for you outside.”
"Let him come over!" Qin Hao nodded.”
Not long after, a thin old man walked in and spoke in half-baked Chinese,"Greetings to my dear Emperor and his classmates!”
Looking at the old man in strange clothes and the diplomatic officials accompanying him, the students lowered their heads even more.
Wu Zicong fell to the ground, and Luo Yaxin covered her face, blushing.
Rich second-generation heirs, second-generation government officials, daughters of academicians…They were all weak!
Qin Wu had killed everyone instantly!
A real king!
No matter how small the population was or how low the economy was, he was still a king! The leader of a country and a regime.
This kind of status could not be measured by money.
Qin Hao was the real big boss. Who dared to be unconvinced?
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