Four in the afternoon.
After stretching his back.
Looking at the work that had been done on the desk, Anton smiled with satisfaction. Then he got up and walked out of the office.
"Young Master, it's four o'clock. Are we going back now?”Polina, who was waiting at the door, quietly walked over and said.
"Okay, let's go back." Anton nodded.
"Young Master, there will be many media reporters squatting at the entrance of the diplomatic office. Do you want me to get the guards to chase them away?”
"No need. Just do what you have to do. Otherwise, these people will label you as a barbarian tomorrow.”
Looking through the window at the foreign reporters waiting outside the diplomatic office, Anton smiled.
He knew all too well the tactics of these foreign reporters.
Regardless of whether he accepted their interview or not, they would always find a reason to attack him.
In that case…
Then why did he have to take the initiative to send his face over for them to slap?
He had to leave them hanging.
Let them entertain themselves like fools.
As long as he did not accept interviews or respond to them, they would never know what he was thinking.
At this moment.
At the entrance of the diplomatic office.
More than a dozen foreign reporters were already prepared.
He calculated the time.
It was time for the diplomatic office to get off work.
At the same time, it was also the best time for Anton Lie to be interviewed.
"As soon as Anton Lie's convoy appears, we will stop them from leaving. This way, Anton Lie will have to accept our interview.”
"Yes, let's do that. We'll stop him from going back. According to the temper of these second-generation heirs, they'll definitely accept our interview.”
"Even if he doesn't accept our interview, he'll definitely curse. That's not bad either. It just fits the label we set for him as a good-for-nothing second generation heir.”
"Although that's the case, what if Anton doesn't accept the interview, doesn't scold anyone, and just leaves? After all, his guards were all armed with real weapons. Don't forget, this was the Far East, his territory.”
Just as these foreign reporters were immersed in their own small world.
The young reporter at the side poured a bucket of cold water on everyone.
As soon as he finished speaking.
The scene was instantly silent.
That's right.
They seemed to have forgotten that this was the Far East region of Mao Xiong, the territory that the Ivanov family had cultivated for decades.
Not to mention the Far East Foreign Affairs Office.
Even in the military's territory, Anton Lie's convoy could come and go freely.
It was no exaggeration to say that.
They didn't even need to go through the guards 'search to directly bring weapons into the residence of the high-ranking military personnel.
Think about it.
If they had really trapped Anton in the Far East Foreign Affairs Office and refused to let him go…
What if this master's temper went berserk?
Would everyone present be invited to tea in the next second?
As for the reason for capturing them…
Wasn't that just a story that he could make up?
Thinking of this…
At the venue, the reporters looked at each other and could not help but mutter in their hearts.
If the reporters followed the same routine as before, could they really force Anton Lie to accept their interview?
However…
Before they could figure it out.
From afar, they could see that Anton Lie was getting into the bulletproof car that he had come in today and was about to leave.
"Coming, coming, get ready.”
"What's there to be afraid of? Even if this is the Far East, don't we have to follow the law? Don't forget, we are exercising our rights as journalists. This is a right given to us by international law.”
"Yes, we have the support of international law. We don't have to be afraid of him. Let's go and stop his motorcade. This way, we'll have the material for tomorrow's news.”
Under the instigation of a few reporters.
The reporters, who were initially hesitant, also became hot-headed.
He pulled his cameraman to form a human wall at the entrance, trying to stop Anton Lie's convoy from leaving.
Seeing this scene, the captain of the guards immediately asked through the voice chat system in the car,
"Young Master, these reporters want to stop you from leaving. You... Do you want to accept their interview?"
"I don't want to be interviewed, but don't make any big news for me.”
"Yes."
After hearing such a reply.
The captain of the guards immediately nodded and said,
"Just give these reporters a little deterrence. Young Master doesn't want to make big news.”
"Yes."
As soon as he finished speaking.
The window of the armored vehicle leading the convoy was suddenly opened.
Then, a guard leaned out of the car window and looked at the reporters blocking the door in fluent English.
"All personnel who attempt to steal the secrets of the Far East Foreign Affairs Office will be dealt with according to the local laws of the Far East.”
After saying that.
The guard held the machine gun on the roof of the armored car and looked at everyone coldly.
Apart from that.
The other cars in the convoy also shone their infrared rays on the reporters.
Seeing this scene.
The reporters were stunned.
All of them could not help but gulp nervously, as if 10,000 grass mud horses were galloping through their hearts.
F * ck!
What was the meaning of this?
They were directly accused of being spies?
No, it wasn't.
They were reporters, reporters, reporters.
If you don't believe me, you still have a reporter's pass.
How can you make up a crime for us?
As expected.
Their tried-and-tested moves were nothing but a joke on Anton Lie.
If they didn't want to accept your interview, there were ten thousand ways to reject you.
This was one of them.
Yet, you have no way at all.
After all.
At this moment, apart from being the only heir of the Ivanov family, Anton's identity was also very important.
He was also the deputy director and diplomat of the Far East Foreign Affairs Office.
In other words.
He was an official of the Far East.
If they were to stop Anton Lie.
The other party could indeed use the excuse of trying to steal the secrets of the Far East countries to arrest them.
He even sent them directly to see Jesus.
"I... What should we do now?"
"What do you mean? How would I know? Who knew that he wouldn't play by the rules and directly point a machine gun barrel as thick as an arm at you? This is simply unreasonable.”
"I... I don't want to be invited to tea. I haven't married yet.”
"Yes, it's fine if you're invited to tea. The most important thing is whether you can walk out of there.”
"Let's go, let's go. I can't afford to offend this guy. I don't want this hot news anymore. I'm going home to eat.”
"Let's go, let's go. I won't come to this place again. It's too scary. I won't come no matter how much money you give me.”
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