Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

"Your Majesty, now that the distinguished guests have arrived, why not meet them first and then spend more time experimenting with these new weapons later?" Fang Zheng Yi suggested.

Li Yuan Zhao looked at the Da Ming Type 66 submachine gun with reluctance.

He was naturally sensitive to the use of firearms, and this type of gun could be called the strongest in the world!

He hadn't even warmed it up in his hands before he had to put it down to do other things, which made him feel a little awkward.

However, national affairs were more important, so he had to try it again later.

"Alright, I'll go and meet them first, but they came so suddenly, what should I say?" Li Yuan Zhao asked.

Fang Zheng Yi said: "This is not difficult, just exchange a few simple greetings, and I will handle it... That's all. If they have any questions for Your Majesty, then Your Majesty can answer as you see fit. If you don't want to answer, just say 'no comment.'"

"Okay, let's go then."

"Wait a moment, there's one more thing." Fang Zheng Yi called out to Li Yuan Zhao, "Your Majesty, we have come with heavy troops, and the other party is already wary. We should treat people with a friendly and equal attitude. Let's change our etiquette when we meet, and we'll talk as we walk."

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Inside the main hall of the Holy Temple, several generals stood in the hall, admiring the decorations everywhere.

Each of them was specially assigned a translator.

When it comes to the Holy City, almost everyone among them had been there before. In the past, high-ranking officials and nobles from various countries were proud to be received by the Pope at the Temple Mount.

But this time, everything had completely changed.

The old Pope was gone, and instead, Pope Soljay co-governed the Holy City with the Da Jing people.

Returning to the old place, everything had changed, and there was a sense of melancholy in their hearts.

After the generals sighed for a while, they all gathered around Wu Sheng and started chatting warmly.

The generals of various countries already knew something about Da Jing.

It was said that the houses there were built of gold, and that wine and milk flowed everywhere. It was a rich and beautiful place.

Although this statement was a bit absurd, they could get a glimpse of the whole picture of Da Jing through Wu Sheng.

Flowing with wine and honey, building houses with gold, this was impossible. Only ordinary people would believe such exaggerated nonsense.

But the wealth of the Da Jing people was undeniable!

The Da Jing people were too good at having fun. They built a ship that made people not want to come down once they got on it...

Wu Sheng was naturally familiar with this kind of scene, and he handled it with ease.

After chatting for a while, General Mord of the Xiro Kingdom said: "Master, you mentioned on the way here that besides the emperor, there is another important person. Who is this person, and can you tell us now?"

Wu Sheng smiled faintly: "This person is the first important minister of my Da Jing, the Marquis of Jianye, Fang Zheng Yi. If the general can befriend the Marquis, it would definitely be a happy event."

"Our Marquis is best at making friends. Today, the friendly trade pattern between Da Jing and various countries is precisely facilitated by the Marquis. My meager skills are insignificant in the eyes of the Marquis."

Mord was slightly surprised and said, "The Marquis of Jianye's talent is even above Master Wu's. What kind of person is he?"

"The general will know later." Wu Sheng replied simply, and then quickly went to deal with other people.

Not long after, a shout came from outside the hall.

"His Majesty has arrived!!"

The people in the hall stopped talking and looked towards the outside of the hall.

A figure strode in, followed by many people.

Wu Sheng immediately stepped forward and bowed: "Commoner Wu Sheng, pays respects to Your Majesty!"

"You may rise." Li Yuan Zhao waved his hand casually, "Wu Sheng, since the generals have come here, please introduce them to me."

"Yes."

Wu Sheng got up, stood next to General Mord, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, this is General Mord of the Xiro Kingdom."

After the translator finished speaking, Mord was about to speak, but Li Yuan Zhao strode up to him.

He stretched out his right hand and shook Mord's right hand vigorously.

"I have long heard of General Mord's great name. Seeing you today, you are indeed extraordinary." Li Yuan Zhao said cheerfully.

Mord was stunned, looking at his right hand, somewhat confused.

What was going on? The emperor of Da Jing came up and touched his hand. Was this some unique etiquette of Da Jing?

He knew a little about the etiquette of the Da Jing people, and Master Wu had also introduced it on the way here. Shouldn't they bow with cupped hands as a greeting?

Li Yuan Zhao's move caught Wu Sheng by surprise.

Seeing this, Fang Zheng Yi immediately explained: "This handshake is a kind of etiquette for Da Jing's foreign visits. Your Majesty's visit to the Holy City today is to seek cooperation and friendly development with various countries. Handshake symbolizes equality and friendship."

In the fourth year of Da Ming, diplomat Fang Zheng Yi invented the handshake.

Everyone present suddenly understood, and Wu Sheng looked at Fang Zheng Yi with admiration.

This unexpected behavior must have been arranged by the Marquis.

He didn't expect that he could invent such a ritual on the spot. It was really ingenious.

Through simple physical contact, it was most appropriate to show equality and narrow the distance.

Wu Sheng continued to introduce them one by one, and General Mord couldn't help but shake his right hand.

It still felt a little subtle.

With the nobility of the Emperor of Da Jing, he could treat him with such a warm and respectful attitude, which was really... unexpected.

It still felt very comfortable.

After shaking hands one by one, the generals present inevitably felt a sense of goodwill.

They had never experienced such respectful and kind treatment, even when facing their own emperor.

After Li Yuan Zhao met them one by one, Fang Zheng Yi began to step forward to shake hands and talk.

During this period, General Mord silently looked at Fang Zheng Yi and the Embroidered Uniform Guards who appeared with him.

This Marquis of Jianye gave people a very good impression, gentle and polite, and his words were like a spring breeze, like a refined poet.

But the soldiers who came with the Emperor of Da Jing were not simple.

Each of them was burly and round-waisted. Looking at their thick arms and broad backs, one could tell that their martial arts were extraordinary.

The soldiers of Da Jing... indeed had something!

After a brief exchange of greetings, Fang Zheng Yi seized the opportunity and said: "Generals, you have come from afar. I wonder if you have had your meal yet? If not, why not set up a banquet here, and we can eat and chat together?"

Wu Sheng echoed: "Marquis, the generals have traveled all the way here and have not yet had their meal."

Hearing them say this, Li Yuan Zhao also felt a little hungry.

He had eaten a simple meal in the morning and went to the training ground to inspect the Embroidered Uniform Guards and shoot guns. Now it was past noon and his stomach was empty.

Seeing that no one had any objections, Li Yuan Zhao waved his hand and said: "In that case, Wu Sheng, you go and take care of it. Also, order people to bring up a batch of seats so that I can have a few drinks with the generals."

Wu Sheng responded and was about to walk out.

Fang Zheng Yi grabbed him and whispered: "The food doesn't need to be too complicated. Everyone present is a person who leads troops to fight. You take an Embroidered Uniform Guard over there and make some of our local food... That's all."

"Okay, I'll go and arrange it."

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