Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

Just as Heru made the decision.

In the banquet hall of the Singapore Governor's Palace, the crystal chandeliers illuminate the entire space with golden splendor.

The decoration in the English classical style shows the glory of the great empire everywhere. The oil portraits of the successive governors are hung on the wall, as if silently witnessing this hypocritical banquet.

Nicholson held up a champagne glass with a perfect gentleman smile on his face.

He was wearing a meticulously tailored suit, and his every move exuded aristocratic elegance.

But only he himself knew that beneath this respectable appearance, his heart was already burning with anger.

"Commander Jiang," he said in his Oxford accent, "this glass of wine is a toast to the friendship between our two countries."

Jiang Chaoyang also raised his glass with a faint smile on his face.

He was well aware of the hypocrisy of such occasions, but since the other party wanted to put on an act, he was happy to play along.

Nicholson looked at Jiang Chaoyang's calm face and his anger grew even stronger.

It was this man, this officer from the ancient Eastern country whose doors were once easily opened by the John people, who actually used only one exercise to destroy the entire John country's influence in the Far East.

“Cheers to the friendship between our two countries.”

Jiang Chaoyang raised his glass to gesture, then drank it all in one gulp.

The banquet hall was filled with the clinking of glasses and the presence of elegant ladies.

Officials from John Country and the Dragon Country delegation chatted and laughed as if this was just an ordinary diplomatic banquet.

But everyone knows that beneath this surface harmony, there are undercurrents.

Nicholson forced himself to keep smiling as he walked around the banquet hall with Jiang Chaoyang.

He felt a chill in his heart when he saw the local wealthy businessmen who had once been respectful to the John people, but were now being attentive to the Dragon Country delegation.

"Your Excellency the Governor," a wealthy Dragon Clan businessman approached, "I wonder what you think of the Dragon Nation fleet's visit?"

Nicholson's fingers tightened slightly, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.

"This is certainly a good thing. We welcome any activities that help enhance the friendship between the two countries."

As he said this, his eyes involuntarily drifted to the window.

In the port of Xingzhou, the huge fleet of the Dragon Kingdom is still anchored there. The huge figure of the "Kunpeng" aircraft carrier is like a mobile steel fortress, silently telling the arrival of a new era.

Jiang Chaoyang seemed to see what he was thinking and raised his glass and said.

"Your Excellency, Governor, I heard that you like Chinese poetry very much?"

Nicholson was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

“Yes, I particularly admire Li Bai’s “Song of the Wine.”

"The verses are so mellow and moving, just like the operas written by our country's Shakespeare, fascinating..."

"Drinking Song?" Jiang Chaoyang smiled. "It's indeed a good poem."

"But I do recall another poem: 'Large ships gather like clouds, and a long tassel leans alone against the tower.'"

This line of poetry was like a sharp sword, piercing Nicholson's heart.

He knew that Jiang Chaoyang was referring to the Dragon Kingdom fleet in the port. This damn Oriental guy actually dared to be so arrogant in his own territory!

But he could only continue to smile.

"Commander Jiang is indeed a poet with outstanding talent. Come, let's have another drink."

The banquet continued.

As the glasses clinked, Nicholson's eyes kept glancing at Jiang Chaoyang's face.

The man who made him lose face internationally is now on his own turf, enjoying his "hospitality".

"Soon," he sneered in his heart, "you will soon know what true diplomacy is."

"Although the Great Hard Empire is not as strong as it used to be, we are your ancestors when it comes to playing tricks and schemes."

He raised his glass again, his smile growing more genuine.

"Commander Jiang, I propose a toast to peace in Singapore."

Jiang Chaoyang also raised his glass in response, but his eyes made Nicholson feel a chill in his heart.

It was a look that saw through everything, as if saying: I see all your tricks.

The crystal chandeliers in the banquet hall were still shining, and the sound of clinking glasses could be heard everywhere.

But beneath this superficial harmony, a conspiracy that could change the entire Far East landscape is brewing.

And this banquet is nothing more than the last elegant masquerade ball before the storm.

Nicholson downed another glass of champagne, the alcohol causing his face to flush slightly.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall was already a little drunken.

Nicholson held the wine glass, his face flushed, and there was a hint of contempt in his eyes.

He saw this as a good opportunity to humiliate the Eastern officer.

"Commander Jiang," he said in a slightly drunken voice, "if you had the chance to go to John Country, where would you most like to go?"

"I believe that with your knowledge, you must be very familiar with the cities of John Country, right?"

As he said this, his eyes swept over the John Country officials around him, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

In their opinion, this officer from the East probably couldn't even name a few major cities in John's country.

However, Jiang Chaoyang slowly put down his wine glass with a meaningful smile on his face.

"Of course it's Lundun."

“If I have the chance, I will definitely go to London.”

Nicholson was stunned for a moment, then showed a proud expression again.

"Oh? Commander Jiang is so yearning for our country's capital?"

“Is it because London has the most advanced facilities in the world? Or is it because of its rich historical heritage?”

There was a distinct sense of boasting in his tone, as if he was introducing the prosperity of a big city to a country boy.

The John officials around him also smiled knowingly.

"Neither." Jiang Chaoyang's voice remained calm, but his eyes became sharp.

"I went to Lundun because a friend told me there was a museum there that housed many artifacts that were looted from our Dragon Country."

The air in the banquet hall suddenly froze.

Nicholson's smile froze on his face, and the wine glass in his hand trembled slightly.

"I'm curious," Jiang Chaoyang continued, looking directly into Nicholson's eyes. "How shameless is your country to openly display these looted items?"

These words were like a heavy hammer, instantly breaking the hypocritical harmonious atmosphere in the banquet hall.

The faces of the John officials around them changed drastically, and some even took a step back unconsciously.

Nicholson's face turned from red to white, and then from white to blue.

He forced a smile and said, "Commander Jiang, you're joking."

“The British Museum’s collections were acquired through legal means. They are protected and displayed in the best possible way.”

"Legal means?" Jiang Chaoyang sneered. "Using powerful ships and cannons to open the country's borders and poisoning the people with opium, is this what you call a legal means?"

He raised his glass and glanced at every John countryman present.

"Don't worry, I will definitely go back to your museum!"

"I not only want to go back to see them, but also to see if there is any chance to get these cultural relics back that belong to the people of Longguo."

Nicholson's fingers were white from clenching their fists. "That's impossible! Those artifacts are already part of the permanent collection of the British Museum!"

"Impossible?" Jiang Chaoyang's voice suddenly became meaningful.

"There is nothing in this world that is absolutely impossible!"

"Just like you think we can't have aircraft carriers or intercontinental missiles, don't we already have all of these things?"

"One day," Jiang Chaoyang put down his wine glass, his voice firm, "these cultural relics will return to their true home. Just like Xingzhou will eventually return to the arms of its true owner."

There was dead silence in the banquet hall.

Nicholson's face was extremely ugly, but he couldn't refute it.

Because he knew that every word Jiang Chaoyang said meant Longguo's determination to recover the cultural relics.

This ancient Eastern country, whose doors were once opened by John's people with their powerful ships and cannons, now has enough strength to realize this determination.

"Come on," Jiang Chaoyang suddenly raised his glass, a smile on his face again, "how about we toast to the 'legal' collection of cultural relics?"

The word "legal" was emphasized so strongly that every John citizen present felt a chill at the bone.

They finally understood that this officer from the East was not fooled by them. Instead, he used the sharpest way to expose the most shameful scars of the Great Hard Empire.

In the distant port, the Dragon Kingdom’s fleet was still quietly anchored, as if telling something silently.

The times have changed.

The East, once at the mercy of others, is gone forever...