In Zhang Xueming's eyes, the so-called Western European powers were no different from chickens in a pot.
Moreover, they were on their own territory. Was there a need to save face?
If it wasn't for the fact that they were too far away, they would have flown the plane to blow them up.
Don't ask why.
She asked because she was bored and wanted to blow up.
"Drag-"
Without waiting for Zhang Xueming to finish, Lu Xiaoya, who was dressed in a formal dress, quickly held Zhang Xueming's hand.
Her beautiful eyes seemed to be saying,"If you kill them all, who else do you want me to quarrel with?" It was his first time playing, so he should at least practice before killing, right?
Zhang Xueming thought about it and agreed. He continued eating his noodles.
During this period of time in the grasslands, he had been thinking about the pickled vegetables and shredded pork noodles from his hometown.
"Dear reporters, my surname is Lu, and I am the Deputy Director of the Foreign Affairs Department of the three provinces of Guandong. You can ask me if you have any questions.”
After following Zhang Xueming to Fengtian, Lu Xiaoya still did as she pleased.
Her family was extremely anxious, but she didn't take it seriously at all. She really became Zhang Xueming's diplomat.
If she knew that Zhang Xueming had only asked her for an important position because he didn't understand foreign language, her expression would probably be very interesting.
" Answer your question."
"War is never about treating people to a meal, but about life and death. It is meaningless to discuss how soldiers died. Just like how your country used poison gas bombs in the recent war, I'm afraid you are not qualified to discuss human branches with us.”
Initially, the reporters did not dare to say anything because of Zhang Xueming's iron-blooded methods.
Who wouldn't be afraid to beat someone half to death and feed them to the dogs when they were unhappy?
It was best to ask a delicate girl.
However, his words made the reporters cry out in alarm.
This way of answering questions was like stabbing a westerner's lungs. It was more lethal than a bullet.
After all, it was not honorable to use poison gas bombs, so everyone tacitly kept quiet about it.
After being singled out in front of everyone, John's reporters wished they could find a hole to hide in and did not dare to say anything else.
"Miss Lu, according to unofficial statistics, the people have raised about 30 million yuan for the 8th Brigade. Isn't such a huge sum a little too much for a brigade? May I know what to do with this money?"
The questions were trickier than the last.
Even the amount of money donated by the people was investigated.
Indeed, for a brigade, 30 million was too much.
However, Lu Xiaoya's answer was still flawless.
"According to the results of the Paris Peace Conference, the Hans country will have to pay an incalculable amount of compensation to your country. If we calculate it on a per person basis, I'm afraid this money will be even more for your country, right? How much of this money will be distributed to the families of the deceased?”
What was diplomatic rhetoric?
He was smiling on the surface, but using words to make you speechless, causing your blood pressure to soar.
The reporter from Gaul almost fainted from foaming at the mouth.
Everyone knew that at the Paris Peace Conference, the victorious countries exploited the defeated countries more ruthlessly than plucking feathers.
Just the amount of compensation that the Hans Kingdom needed to pay was not enough to cover it even if they ate chaff and wild vegetables for a hundred years.
Zhang Xueming grinned from the side.
It turned out that the eldest daughter of a scholarly family was also extraordinary when she was full of energy.
It seemed that using her as a vase was the best.
He was good-looking and capable.
"May I ask if General Zhang's previous message claimed to be a soldier of Yan Huang. Does this mean that the Feng army is still under the jurisdiction of the North Manor regime? Would it be possible for them to return to the throne peacefully?”
This question caused Lu Xiaoya's confident smile to freeze slightly.
She had no choice. It was related to the future development of the Feng army. She did not know at all.
Whether they wanted to fight to the death with President Duan or think of a way to unify the country peacefully was unknown.
Lu Xiaoya didn't answer for a long time.
The reporters immediately became excited. Using this as a starting point, they began to make trouble.
Although Lu Xiaoya was full of thoughts, she still did not know the answer to the question. Seeing this group of foreign reporters forcing her step by step, she found it difficult to resist.
Dada Dada--
There were rapid gunshots and the sound of the chandelier shattering.
The reporters, who had been on stimulants just now, all ran away like rats with their hands over their heads. They were so scared that they peed and shit.
Zhang Xueming slowly put down the submachine gun and burped.
"You're giving birth to a child and eating melon seeds. If anyone has any more questions, come to the North Camp and find me alone.”
Then, he grabbed Lu Xiaoya's wrist and walked out of the meeting room.
He did not care about the countless reporters who were injured by the water glass.
Alone?
Pull the poor down!
Hand in your resignation immediately after returning to the embassy!
Condemnation from the country?
Mao Xiong's representative was like a dog when he signed the contract. Even if he doubted the authenticity of the Battle of Cullen, the men in the country would rather believe it than not believe it and pretend that nothing had happened.
In the corridor, Zhang Xueming patted Lu Xiaoya's shoulder.
Holding such a press conference was completely Old Zhang's request.
It meant that not only did he want to let the villages know how powerful Feng Jun was, but he also wanted to let the world know.
Zhang Xueming scoffed.
If they could really communicate with the Western barbarians through words, then there would be no point in the existence of guns.
"It's inevitable that you'll be unfamiliar with it the first time. Whether it's fast or slow, deep or shallow, you'll be familiar with it after a few more times. Don't misunderstand. I'm talking about the art of language.”
Lu Xiaoya wanted to flare up, but she couldn't.
There was indeed nothing wrong with his words.
Moreover, Zhang Xueming had just used an extremely overbearing method to help him out, so it was inevitable that her heart would feel a little sweet and at ease.
"You know that I'm the director of the foreign affairs department in name only. You'll still be in charge of all the affairs. I don't have any other requests. Just don't suffer any losses.”
Zhang Xueming did not like press conferences.
He was completely looking for trouble.
If he had the time, he might as well go to Anshan Military Industry Park.
The old sinners were already thirsty.
Gordian and Lommel had brought a whole ship full of gifts for Tank No. 2.
Although it was a local specialty, it was actually a treasure that had been stolen from the Manqi period.
But very coincidentally, the two of them encountered another wave of great injustice.
John's delegation was preparing to purchase a foreign trade J-1 fighter jet.
When the enemies met, their eyes turned red.
Moreover, everyone had the same bad idea.
.....
The situation in Western Europe could be described as complicated or simple.
For hundreds of years, it was either John and Gaul fighting each other.
Or the two of them would gang up on Hans.
Most of the disputes were caused by these three enemies.
Therefore, there was no need to incite hatred and hostility between them. Once they met, they would naturally enter into a mutual mode.
Just like in the Anshan Military Industry Park.
John's Dowding saw a group of people walking over from the opposite side, speaking the most annoying language, and knew that something was wrong.
Gordian and Lomel's hearts skipped a beat.
Everyone understood.
They were definitely not here for a picnic.
Other than the Military Fire, it was still the Military Fire.
The exchange between the members of the two parties was probably like this.
John: Oh, isn't this that little guy from that house? Why is he so pooped after not seeing him for a few days? If he didn't work hard to earn a small amount of money to pay off his debts, how could he still be in the mood to go abroad?
Hans pretended to look up at the sky, wondering who was peeing nearby. The smell was really stinky. Even his poop smelled like a villain who had gained power. Sooner or later, he would fall into the pit and choke to death.
John wanted to be angry but had to maintain his image.
Hans blew a rogue whistle and thought, No matter how noble you are, you have to be Feng Jun's escort. Everyone was buying firearms. Who was more noble than who?
They exchanged saliva.
The officers leading the way were anxious.
She thought to herself, are all foreigners so soft when they quarrel?
This wasn't Western Europe, so who cared if they fired? No one would spread the news anyway.
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