Knowing the end of the world, I recruited the golden finger to lead the motherland

Chapter 68 They are all acquaintances
"Oh, a beautiful Oriental."

The curly-haired man who drew the "peerless painting" looked at Yan Ning and greeted him in a friendly manner.

"My name is Anburn," the curly-haired young man said, "Are you the... Fire Seed of China?"

Yan Ning also recognized the curly-haired guy, the one who had been on the cruise ship with Jones. However, they had not had much contact, and his face had been professionally disguised at the time. His appearance had changed a bit over the years, so he might not be recognized if they met.

Ivar glanced at Yan Ning perfunctorily, then suddenly paused, and abruptly retracted his gaze to look at Yan Ning's face.

Yan Ning looked calm, raised his eyebrows, and asked in fluent English: "What's wrong, international friend?"

Disguise is not a difficult task. Changing one's appearance to make it look real is not a difficult task if one masters the trick.

What is really difficult is to change behavioral habits and perform character roles in a completely different way.

And there is a flaw in the disguise, which is the eyes——

It's possible to change the face, but it's difficult to disguise the eyes without exposing them.

Although it was removed through negotiation, those who needed to keep it still saved it in time.

When she said that, Anborn suddenly became interested. He moved closer to look at her for a few seconds, then belatedly asked, "Hey, lady! Are you really the agent who was listed on the Twitter list before?!"

Before he could finish his words, Ivar, who was standing beside him, impatiently bent his elbow and hit him, making him wail.

Zhang Shuhuai took over the conversation gently and skillfully, but after saying this, he changed his tone and smiled slightly:

"I'm telling the truth." Yan Ning still smiled.

"But this is after all a place where China entertains distinguished guests. We treat them with courtesy and act with caution. Mr. Jones, since he represents your country, made disrespectful remarks about our meritorious personnel... and did not pay attention to his words and image, which would be detrimental to the exchanges between the two countries.

"I thought China would protect you directly. Now that you are exposed... have you been abandoned?!" Anbern smacked his lips and sighed, "Let's put it this way. Although we do have some conflicts, if you come to us with sincerity, our Federation will also... ah!"

"I just came to check the situation to make sure we weren't being too welcoming."

Ivar frowned and said in Chinese: "Are you threatening me?"

What the hell does it look familiar? How can you see clearly in the dark?

"The whole country is preparing for disaster relief at an accelerated pace. If you create a conflict here, you will not be in the right and it is likely to alarm representatives of other countries. Tomorrow's conversation..."

Anburn was one of them, and he did praise her at the time, "This agent is so beautiful, I guarantee she will use the beauty trick, maybe her selection for training is related to this face", but he didn't expect to actually see the real person here.

Yan Ning didn't buy it at all, and said with a smile: "Really? Didn't they say that my photo has been circulated all over the Internet? You've seen it too? I didn't take that photo clearly, it will look better if I look at it from a closer distance."

"You look familiar." Ivar narrowed his eyes.

"You are a top-notch idiot whose brain has been blurred by stupid oil painting. If you do something stupid in front of the Chinese again, I promise to use your head as a baseball tomorrow." The doubts in Ivar's heart dissipated, and his blue-purple eyes swept up and down at the two Chinese people. "You came here, an agent and a member of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Are you sewer rats who came to gather intelligence?"

Anburn chuckled and said, "You are so humorous."

Zhang Shuhuai readily changed to Chinese: "For the smooth progress of the talks, how can it be considered a threat? Mr. Jones's Chinese level needs to be improved. Since he will be here for the next two days, why don't I arrange a Chinese teacher for Mr. Jones in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?"

"..."

Ivar couldn't argue with him, and because the other party spoke a little too fast, he only half understood. In the end, he gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, and switched to English, which he was more proficient in: "I hope that your performance tomorrow will surprise me as much as it did now - let's go." Yan Ning looked puzzled and added: "We can use Chinese, why doesn't he use American English? Doesn't he like it?"

Zhang Shuhuai lowered his head slightly and suppressed his smile.

Ivar glared at Yan Ning fiercely, feeling that this spirit of asking for a beating was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where it was, so he could only leave after glaring.

Curly, who was still confused, scratched his head, muttered something, and directly handed the oil painting in his hand to Yan Ning:

"Hey! He is just like this. He doesn't mean any harm. He is just used to being arrogant. I give you this painting as an apology. There is a surprise inside! Don't take this little episode too seriously."

After saying that, he smiled and turned around to catch up with the person in front of him: "Wait, Jones, don't walk so fast, is there oil waiting for you to develop ahead?!"

"It does seem like there are some issues with emotion management." Yan Ning thought to himself that I had made the right decision by buying the Child Psychology course, as it was almost suitable for kindergarten's compulsory course.

Regardless of the other party's age and mentality in front of her, or the United States Federation in front of China with a long history, they are all considered "children". Apart from some diplomatic games and national strength competitions, they are really not good enough in ordinary language arts and diplomatic strategies.

"What's so special about this oil painting?" Zhang Shuhuai looked at the painting.

"The painting is extremely ugly. Does that make it special?" Yan Ning commented casually, but he picked up the "surprise" painting and examined it carefully.

The painting was of the grass right in front of us, and it didn't look like anything special.

Yan Ning was just about to put the painting down when a returning night bird stepped on the grass. At the same time, a vivid bird appeared in the painting and swayed with the real bird.

"This is..." Yan Ning reached out to touch the bird in the painting. The touch felt real and warm. The real bird was frightened as if it was touched, and fluttered away.

Zhang Shuhuai watched the whole process and said: "Is this considered... virtual-real interaction?"

Yan Ning frowned, looked at the painting in his hand, and finally said, "Take it back and study it."

There was laughter and conversation ahead again.

"Look, I say," Yan Ning looked up, stuffed the painting into Zhang Shuhuai's hand, and looked at the Slavs walking in front of him, "You shouldn't have come out tonight. Whatever you fear will come true."

The young men who were speaking Russian paused, and the ones in the front saw Yan Ning, uttered a low "wow" and whispered something in Russian. Yan Ning had special hearing training, and he keenly heard the word "Oriental porcelain", which could also be "Oriental porcelain doll", but there was no malice in it.

Sure enough, one of them was instigated to come out, approached and said in not very fluent Chinese: "Hello, can I ask your name?"

Yan Ning raised his eyebrows and teased in fluent Russian: "Isn't it an oriental porcelain doll?"

The young man and the others behind him were surprised for a moment, then blushed, as if he was really embarrassed that his discussion before striking up a conversation was heard by others.

"Are you also a person with super powers?" the young man asked.

"We call this [Spark]," Yan Ning smiled as he assimilated invisible, "but unfortunately, I am not one of them."

The young man showed obvious regret and was about to say something, but a clear voice came from behind Yan Ning:
"What are you doing, Yelashev?"

When his name was called, the young man looked up and said, "Colonel Pavel, I am communicating with my Chinese comrades."

(End of this chapter)