The boss of a foreign organization called the police, claiming that he was defrauded by me

"Just tell them the truth and tell them directly!"

In other words, Michel didn't want to interfere in this matter anymore. He felt that the United Nations headquarters had done its best.

We can't let the United Department go to Kyushu and ask for help from Japan at the same time. That would be too outrageous!

"Ok, I see!"

Rita understood what Minister Michel meant and made an "OK" gesture.

Afterwards, she issued a notice to other departments on behalf of Minister Michel, which then passed the notice on to the United States and other countries.

After the matter was resolved, the dark clouds over the United Nations headquarters finally dissipated, and everyone regained their former energy and spirit, and walked much more briskly!

At the same time, inside the Neon Presidential Palace, the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

"boom--!!!"

“Crack——!!!”

The sounds of things being thrown around continued, showing how bad Hiramojiro's mood was.

Ever since learning the news, he has been furious and smashed a lot of objects.

"Bagayalu, what on earth does this mean? Why are you only helping those countries? Even Simi Country is on the list, but Japan is not!"

"Kyushu is really going too far. Why do they do this? How is Neon worse than Simi?"

"Baga, what should we do now? Am I going to watch other countries get aid while we have nothing?"

"It's almost the end of the year. If the data is too bad, I'm afraid I won't even be able to keep my position!"

“Damn it——!!!”

“Ah ...

Hiramojiro's office was in a mess, with documents, cups, chairs, seals, and trash cans mixed together, like a burglary scene.

His secretary witnessed the entire process of going crazy from the very beginning. He was so scared that he could only curl up in a corner, not daring to make a sound.

The crackling sound was as if every object was hitting him. Every sound made him tremble, and he felt so pitiful that he wanted to shrink into the ground.

About an hour later, Hirata Momojiro got tired and stopped venting.

He leaned against the table, breathing heavily, his entire face abnormally red, as if fire would burst out at any moment.

"Now how to do?"

Suddenly, Hiramojiro's voice sounded, and his tone returned to normal a little.

The secretary didn't dare to look at him and could only lower his head and stare at the floor. His eyes were so intense that they seemed to be able to poke a hole in the floor.

"Sir, perhaps we can contact Kyushu. There may be some misunderstanding here..."

"So, uh... well... we... can..."

Under the murderous gaze of Hirata Momojiro, the secretary didn't dare to say anything more.

"What do you mean? Do we in Japan have to beg for alms from Kyushu?"

"What could be the reason? They just don't want to help. They don't even consider their own abilities!"

"It's as if we definitely need their help!!!"

The anger that had just subsided a little was instantly ignited again, and he turned into a roaring warrior, roaring non-stop.

However, the secretary has gradually gotten used to his appearance and is not as scared as before.

As Hirata Jiro's personal secretary, one must have extraordinary courage and the ability to remain calm in the face of danger, otherwise sooner or later one's blood pressure will soar and he will die of cardiac arrest.

Occasional yelling, all kinds of nonsensical demands and orders, and a high-pressure working environment. Although the salary is high, this job is really too difficult.

The secretary simply remained silent, and when Hiramojiro calmed down a little, he said this directly.

"Sir, we really need the help of Kyushu..."

The secretary could swear that what he said was true. It was the end of the year again, and because of this failed military operation, the fiscal balance of Japan was disrupted, and the situation was not optimistic.

Although the secretary's voice was very soft, like a mosquito's, Hirata Momojiro heard it clearly!
He felt as if there was a fishbone stuck in his throat, unable to move it up or down, and swallowed the rest of the words back.

He wanted to get angry, but what the secretary said was true and getting angry would be useless.

"..."

After the secretary said that, all his courage disappeared and he quietly pretended to be dead.

As long as Hiramojiro doesn't ask any questions, he decides to remain mute!

After a few minutes of silence, Hiramojiro asked with a bitter voice: "Is there no other way?"

The secretary shook his head and said nothing.

They all knew very well that the only country that could help Japan overcome this difficulty was Kyushu.

So, this time they had to swallow their pride and ask for help from Kyushu Kingdom.

Kyushu is not a fool, and will definitely put forward a lot of conditions. Thinking of this, Hirata Momojiro felt like he was about to suffocate.

"I'll leave this matter to you!"

Hei Taojiro finally compromised and gave in to reality. No matter how unwilling he was, he could only bear it. He decided to let his secretary handle the matter, so that he could represent him and he didn't have to do it himself.

Kill two birds with one stone!
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The secretary felt as if he had heard it wrong and couldn't believe it.

"Is there something wrong with my ears? Do you want me to be involved in such an important matter?"

"What about the Ministry of Foreign Affairs? What about the Ministry of Finance? What about other departments? Wouldn't it be more appropriate for them to come forward?"

"How should I say this? I really can't let go of my pride..."

The secretary looked bitter, not knowing how to deal with it. He felt that he was really unlucky recently. Not only did the workload increase several times more than before, but he also had to endure the president's wrath.

"My Lord, I don't know how to ..."

After hesitating for a long time, the secretary finally spoke up. He was afraid that if he messed up, he would have to bear all the responsibility.

This is not something he can solve alone. It would be easier to just tear him apart.

The secretary's distress was not within the consideration of Hiratajiro, and he did not care what method the secretary used to ask for help from Kyushu Province.

"This is your business, figure it out yourself!"

"Anyway, I want results tonight!"

"That's it. Please clean up this place. It's too messy to stay here."

After arranging all matters, Hiratajiro left the office without caring about the secretary's situation.

At the same time, in Kyushu, Wang Bo received a call from someone claiming to be the secretary of the president of Neon. The other party did not speak Kyushu language fluently, and spoke word by word, which made Wang Bo couldn't help laughing.

"Hello, I am the secretary of Lord Taojiro of Neon Country, Yang Xia also..." The other party introduced himself seriously.

Wang Bo suppressed his laughter and asked patiently: "Excuse me, Mr. Kobayashi, why did you call me specifically? Is there anything I can help you with?" Of course he knew why the other party came, but he just asked this deliberately.

"This is what happened..." Yang Xia also began to describe in detail the current predicament of Neon Country and their desire to establish diplomatic relations with Kyushu Country according to the prepared speech. He described Neon Country's situation as extremely miserable, as if the end of the world was approaching. When mentioning Kyushu Country, he praised it with the most words, calling it the world's largest country, developing rapidly, and an important force in maintaining peace and international relations.

Wang Bo couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard these exaggerated words.

"Hahahaha——!!!" His laughter confused Yang Xia on the other end of the phone. He thought that his words of praise had worked, so he planned to continue.

"Stop, stop, stop. Just say what you want to say!" Wang Bo interrupted him, not wanting to hear any more polite words.

"Hahaha, Mr. Wang is such a straightforward person, so I'll just say it straight. We received a notice from the United Nations..." Yang Xia also changed the subject and started talking about business.

"Is there any misunderstanding here? Japan is not on the list. There must be a reason for it." Wang Bo pretended to be ignorant.

"Nepal and Kyushu have always lived in harmony, and the people of Kyushu are also good friends of the people of Neon. At this critical moment, how could Kyushu stand by and watch us die?" Yang Xiaye's words were full of trust and gratitude towards Kyushu, but in fact he was engaging in moral kidnapping.

Of course Wang Bo understood the hidden meaning in his words, but he was not moved by it.

"I'm sorry, there's nothing we can do about this. There are too many countries that need assistance, and Kyushu's budget is limited. When it came to Neon Country's turn, the budget had been used up." He talked nonsense in a serious manner and made up a reason to decide the order by drawing lots to shut Yang Xiaye up.

Yang Xia was also speechless and the expression on his face changed unpredictably.

He originally wanted to ask if Japan could be given priority in helping them because of the friendly relations between the two countries.

But now, Wang Bo responded to him with a "fair and just" drawing decision, leaving him unable to refute.

"This is definitely a conspiracy! How could Jiuzhou decide on such an important matter by drawing lots?" Yang Xia also thought to himself that this was not good. He knew that if this continued, the conversation might end inexplicably. So he decided to confront his cards directly.

"Mr. Wang, let me be frank! What exactly should we do so that Japan's name can be included in the list?" he asked anxiously, his voice rising several decibels.

Wang Bo moved the microphone slightly away to avoid being attacked by sound waves.

"I'm sorry, I don't know anything about this kind of thing. These are all orders from above. It's getting late, and I have things to do later, so let's just stop here for now." He was about to find an excuse to hang up the phone.

Seeing this, Yang Xia quickly pleaded, "Wait a minute! On behalf of Neon Country, I sincerely ask for help from Kyushu Country. Please give us a chance! I heard that Kyushu Country will negotiate with other countries on specific matters. Maybe we can have a chance to sit at the negotiating table. Mr. Wang, please report to the higher-ups. Anything can be discussed. Please give Neon Country a chance!" His tone was full of eagerness and pleading.

However, Wang Bo was not moved. He knew that Yang Xia was just a mouthpiece for Neon President Hirata Jiro, representing the attitude of the Neon government.

The Neon government, headed by Hirata Jiro, is the best at deceiving superiors and subordinates and forgetting principles when seeing profit. Therefore, he did not believe Yang Xiaye's pity and pleas.

Despite this, he still politely said: "Okay, I will convey Mr. Kobayashi's words to my superiors." This was the only thing he would do - retell the conversation verbatim to Mr. Xu and others, including the twists and turns and confrontations.

Having said that, Yang Xia finally achieved his goal. He said gratefully, "Thank you! On behalf of Neon Nation, I thank you! If you have any news, please contact us!"

Afterwards, Kyushu received emails from multiple countries requesting to schedule negotiations. In the end, they decided to meet with one country at a time for the next six days. The United States was scheduled on the first day, and Japan on the last day.

After Yang Xia also made several phone calls on behalf of the Neon Government, various humble requests for help, and the mention of Minister Michel at the United Nations Headquarters, Kyushu finally relented. They added Neon to the last place on the list. Mr. Xu's original words were: "Since they have come this far, their perseverance is commendable. We should not be too ruthless and just meet them!"

Nanjia Mansion in the capital of Kyushu is a place dedicated to receiving foreign guests. Since the time for negotiations with various countries was arranged, it has become lively here. The staff worked overtime overnight to set up the venue and order food and other materials needed during the negotiations. These countries came all the way to Kyushu for negotiations, not only to solve practical problems, but also to express their importance to Kyushu.

On the first day of the negotiations, the United States sent Minister Tim, his secretary, and a group of bodyguards. Although President Baip did not come in person, Minister Tim basically represented Baip's position. Therefore, Kyushu also gave him the highest level of courtesy.

In the conference room, a table that can accommodate twelve people was placed horizontally in the middle. Minister Tim, his secretary, Mr. Xu, Zhang Guo, and Wang Bo sat on both sides of the table, facing each other. The atmosphere was tense and serious.

Wang Bo handed the document he had prepared in advance to Tim and the others. The document roughly stated: Jiuzhou could lend the United States 20 billion US dollars, which would be repaid within three years. In addition, the United States owed Jiuzhou more than 10 billion, which could also be repaid over three years. In other words, the principal and interest that the United States would need to repay in three years would total 45 billion!

After reading the document, Minister Tim angrily smashed it on the table. "What do you mean by this? This is simply robbery! I have never seen such a high interest rate!" He roared, "We came all the way from the United States and took a nearly twelve-hour flight. We came here out of respect for Kyushu and to negotiate a good cooperation! Kyushu's style is like this, and I really can't see any sincerity! It's unreasonable!" In order to express his huge anger, he stood up excitedly with a distorted face.

However, Mr. Xu had already anticipated the other party's reaction. He did not even raise his head, and continued his work with a normal expression.

It seemed that the person who was out of control and angry was not Minister Tim, but more like a funny clown jumping on the stage.

One sat calmly and composedly in his seat, as steady as a rock; the other was furious, with a face full of anger. The comparison between the two clearly showed their superiority and inferiority. (End of this chapter)