Johnsen laughed heartily and said, "The whole world knows about the unique characteristic of our parliant; it's ti to test Mr. President."
Liu Zhizhong could only chuckle, "Alright, young people must face many trials and tribulations, so let your country's parliant co on even stronger! A civil storm, I love it!"
The last sentence truly resonated, and the room erupted in applause.
People from all over the world were genuinely impressed. The young president of the Wale Republic, although young, is truly a master of grand occasions! Wise beyond his years, a hero of a generation, and a blessing for the Wale Republic!
Liu Zhizhong received endless praise, yet so were grinding their teeth in envy!
The civil storm will beco even fiercer.
And the anti-civil storm will also grow stronger.
The world is united in contradictions; without them, there would be no world, and there's nothing wrong with that!
Next was a pleasant banquet for both parties. Not overly extravagant, with an English flavor, quite authentic indeed.
Guests were delighted, reminiscing over drinks and conversations, complenting each other.
The night passed with no further words. The next morning, Liu Zhizhong delivered a speech at the British Parliant, broadcast live to the world, straightforward and bold, engaging in a brilliant debate with the parliant mbers. Fluent in English, with professional expertise, a humorous style, and solid political skills, he won loud cheers from the audience.
So people step onto the world stage with a bang, a shining debut — that speaks of President Chi Zhongshui.
In the afternoon following the parliantary speech, and throughout the next day, Pri Minister Johnson and his entourage accompanied Liu Zhizhong's party to visit museums and archives, with the Pri Minister personally acting as the guide, doing his job remarkably well.
Such diplomatic activities were still broadcasted to the world. However, so countries decided not to air them, and even online information was harmonized — those in the know will understand.
During these visits, Liu Zhizhong did indeed see many historical artifacts and nurous precious original historical treaties, overwheld with emotion. Of course, the museum authorities allowed him to take photos, showing great generosity. Regarding conditions and rules, the British are open and not secretive.
Furthermore, the museum specially held a temporary hearing, unanimously agreeing to gift a batch of precious artifacts from the ancient East to the Wale Republic, as the crown jewels for the forthcoming Wale Republic Museum.
Take a look at them?
Take a look at Liu Zhizhong?
No fierce verbal battles were needed; the artifacts were acquired!
The news of Liu Zhizhong acquiring the artifacts will certainly leak out, reaching so countries — well, it might cause trouble again, but that's a worry for another ti?
Indeed, originally Liu Zhizhong planned to visit the British King Charles III, but due to his age and a COVID-19 infection, he is recuperating in the Sumr Palace, so there's no possibility of a eting.
However, the two still had a video call. Liu Zhizhong was courteous and earned the king's appreciation. Yet, the king was weak, his voice small and feeble, so the conversation didn't last long.
In the following days, after completing the two museum tours, Pri Minister John ng had to leave England due to his scheduled international visits, heading to the United States, Canada, and so South Arican countries.
Liu Zhizhong's party was free to continue visiting universities and conversing with professional professors. This was during the day, while the evening was free ti.
In the evening, Liu Zhizhong disguises himself first and foremost to find his wife, Zhao Yan!
Zhao Yan had long graduated from the Royal Dance Academy with a master's degree and was now pursuing her doctorate.
The location of her villa residence in England, Liu Zhizhong learned from Ye Bingyu.
Thus, disguised, no one could recognize Liu Zhizhong. He slipped out of the hotel and hailed a taxi straight to his wife's ho.
Three years!
A full three years!
Liu Zhizhong was also admiring himself!
Three years without seeing his wife, what would she look like now?
Would Zhao Yan recognize him upon eting?
Would Ye Bingyu recognize him upon eting?
Honestly, sotis Liu Zhizhong looked at himself in the mirror and didn't recognize himself.
The subtropical climate of the Wale Republic had turned his fair skin into a healthy tan.
The scars on his face had further altered his appearance, making it difficult to imagine this was once the handso, elegant young man — now, he was a resolute and stable president!
People change, hearts change, but his innate attitude towards emotions has steadfastly remained unchanged.
He still loves Zhao Yan, not only because he hasn't yet won her heart.
Although Zhao Yan is aloof, at her core she is a principled woman, valuing rules, integrity, and kindness. Plus, she is a dance champion, full of artistic talent.
Any man with such a wife would be reluctant to part ways, right?
The taxi drove along the Thas River, and Liu Zhizhong watched the artistic, ancient urban banks, his heart with his love, too preoccupied to take in the scenery.
As he reached the suburban area, the night grew more enchanting.
The ancient city in early autumn, with its starry moonlit sky, the cool Atlantic breeze comforting, offered a unique sense of enjoynt.
By a andering stream, outside a red-roofed, white-walled villa with a fence, the taxi stopped.
This was the largest wealthy area in the city, nestled by the stream, with rolling hills all around, lush with green grass, blooming autumn flowers. In the night, the luxurious lights of one English-style villa after another were shining.
The air carried a blend of grass and floral scents, endlessly refreshing, deeply captivating.
Being a wealthy area, with higher taxes paid, the security here was top-notch. On various roads, one could see mounted patrols. They were mighty on horseback, ard, safeguarding everything here.
Moreover, at every intersection, there were patrol cars parked. The security in the whole area appeared even tighter.
The treatnt of the wealthy was indeed different, which is quite reasonable! They paid more taxes, and the governnt needs them alive and living safely to continue contributing more taxes, haha...
Liu Zhizhong got off the car, standing at the grand entrance of his wife's luxurious villa, gazing through the black glossy steel columns of the door at the brightly lit villa inside. Even though there was no one in sight, his eyes were already moist.
Never had he felt such profound longing for both Yue Yan and Ye Bingyu.
However, standing there, he didn't ring the doorbell for a long ti, which attracted the attention of mounted patrol officers coming nearby; thus, they rode over with a clatter.
The two mounted officers scrutinized Liu Zhizhong, with one asking, "Sir, if you are a guest, please ring the doorbell. If you are just passing by, please don't give us reasons to suspect you might have ulterior motives!"
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