Space-time SWAT

In the evening, the heavy rain continued, and the guests invited by the President arrived at the Presidential Palace by car in the rain to attend the banquet welcoming the Chinese envoy.

Ling Zihan saw the newly appointed National Security Advisor Abraham here.Before that, he had obtained all the information about this person on the surface.

Arthur? Cabella? Abraham, 43 years old this year, his father is African-French, and his mother is Nyalaria. His parents divorced when he was 14. He followed his mother and believed in Islam.He was born and raised in Nyalaria. After graduating from high school, he entered the law major of the National University. After graduating from his undergraduate degree, he obtained a master's degree in international politics from the London University of Economics and Political Science, and then obtained a doctorate in education from King Mustafa University in the Middle East.His work experience is also very good. He worked in a famous group of the world's top [-] for more than ten years, and then started his own business. He established a consulting company and quickly became famous and prosperous.Ten years ago, he married a French white beauty and had a son and a daughter one after another. The family was harmonious and he had no affair.This is the fifth time he has served as a presidential adviser to a country, conducting crisis intervention in emergencies to help the country get rid of poverty or war.The only difference is that this time he is helping his own country.

His resume is beautiful, and there is nothing out of the ordinary.He is the typical social elite, elegant, smooth, tasteful, and well-educated.Except for his skin color, he is exactly the same as those good people in the western world.

The welcome dinner is in the form of a reception, and there are Chinese food, Western food, and African local specialties, which are very rich.

Abraham followed President Kofir to welcome the guests. Ling Zihan exchanged polite greetings with him, and walked into the banquet hall with Kofir.Yi Zhi, director of the Department of African Affairs of the Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs, who was in charge of specific mediation affairs, stepped forward, shook hands with him with a smile, and started a friendly conversation.

Zhan Dongyun followed behind, went straight to the large circle dining table by the wall and looked at it, tasted every kind of vegetarian dish, rice, and pasta, drank two kinds of pure water, and picked out Ling Zihan's ability. For the part of eating, he carefully explained to his life assistant, and then he safely got a half-ripe black pepper steak, packed some fresh African ice grass, poured Thousand Island sauce, and then found an empty seat near the corner Next, eat slowly.

His face was still a little pale, and he occasionally coughed lightly, looking weaker than everyone in the Chinese delegation.His real identity is not known to the outside world. They only think that he is a young man who studied with Ling Zihan's expert medical team and does errands. They don't know that he is the main force to maintain Ling Zihan's health.

All the attendees were dressed in evening gowns, and there were laughter and laughter everywhere.The band played joyful music, sometimes in the style of western chamber music, sometimes in the style of Chinese folk tunes, and sometimes in the singing of African indigenous people, which made many local guests dance to the rhythm.

The atmosphere has always been cheerful.

Zhan Dongyun doesn't need to socialize with others, just eat and drink.However, he didn't eat much after the injury. After eating steak and African ice grass, he stopped eating. Instead, he took a glass of freshly squeezed pineapple juice and took a sip occasionally.He leaned lazily on his chair and looked at the people on the court.

Whether it is black skin or yellow skin and a few white skins, their soul and body are integrated, obviously the original ones, and have not been taken away.Since he is not a member of the Destroyer Organization, he is not interested.

He was looking at each guest with great interest, when suddenly a person sat down next to him and said with a lively smile: "It's raining heavily outside. In the words of your Chinese: 'A long drought brings rain." There are already more than one hundred people in our country. It’s not raining anymore, and when you came, you brought such a heavy rain and relieved the drought, it’s like a god descending from the earth.” He is a young black man, but he speaks fluent Chinese and brings a bit of authentic Northeast China. taste.

Zhan Dongyun looked at him and said with a smile: "Your Chinese is really good, have you spent a lot of time in the Northeast?"

"Yes, I stayed in Harbin for three years and got a master's degree from Harbin Institute of Technology." The man held out his hand to him, "My name is Maki? The company's deputy chief engineer. You can call me Mali."

"Nice to meet you." Zhan Dongyun reached out to shake his hand, "My name is Zhan Dongyun, and I'm a doctor."

"I know." Mali said happily, "I have seen a video that was very popular on the Internet a few months ago. You were driving a truck with a five-star red flag on it to pass the level. You were so handsome. You are a hero."

Zhan Dongyun was a little embarrassed, "I can't be considered a hero. At that time, I just wanted to survive."

"Yes." Ma Li's smile faded, and he let out a long sigh, "In my country, many people just want to live, but they can't do it."

Zhan Dongyun comforted him, "It will be fine in the future. As long as the war ceases, rebuilding, and maintaining the basic social order, people's lives should be better."

"I hope so." Ma Li looked worried, "As long as the power of the warlords is not eliminated, peace will not last long."

Zhan Dongyun nodded, "That's true. However, with the current structure of your country, the situation of warlord separatism may not be changed in a short period of time. There are also tribal conflicts, which may be unavoidable. Some feuds have lasted for hundreds of years, causing casualties. Countless, how can you say that you can let go of it?"

Ma Li was very sad, "When I was studying in China, I traveled to many places. No matter where I am, it is safe. Whether I go out to play late at night or explore uninhabited places, no one will suddenly pull out a gun. Shooting. Even if there is a dispute, everyone will fight at most. If it doesn’t work, they will go to court. Killing people is very rare. I like living in such an environment, but our country is... oh..."

Zhan Dongyun patted his arm, "Don't be sad. Our country also had such a period more than 100 years ago. Didn't it get better later?"

"Well, I know." Ma Li took a deep breath, feeling much better, and said with a smile, "I have learned about China's modern history, and I feel that our country should learn from it. It's a pity that I don't have enough status, and no one listens to what I say. If your country’s special envoy speaks out, our president will definitely listen.”

Zhan Dongyun smiled and said: "Although I don't understand politics, I also know that our country has never interfered in the internal affairs of other countries. The special envoy should not have any opinions on your country's national policies. He came here to mediate, let all parties cease fighting, and sign the agreement. The peace agreement will enable your country to enter a period of peace and carry out post-war reconstruction. The people of your country should have a good life, but this requires a process, and there is no rush."

"I understand." Ma Li nodded, then changed the subject and chatted with him.

After a while, someone waved to Ma Li, and he said "excuse me", then got up and walked over.Zhan Dongyun watched his back with a polite smile on his face.

Du Li reported to him, "There seems to be nothing suspicious about this person at present. He is a native of Nyalaria, and his parents are also local aborigines. His father is an overseas student sent by the government. He studied in China from a university to a master's degree and returned to China Later, he participated in the reconstruction project of the national power grid and the construction of electrification in every village. Now he is an expert in electronic engineering and a member of the National Assembly. His mother does not have a job and takes care of them at home, but he opened an online store by himself, mainly selling African colors The handicrafts of various tribes are very popular in the East and the West. He is married. His wife is a classmate who went to China with him to study. She is also from Nyalaria and also works in the national power company. They have a daughter. They are all close to China and had conflicts with the pro-American faction. From the information I found, there is nothing suspicious about him.”

"Okay." Zhan Dongyun didn't realize that he had any malice towards himself and his motherland. As for some hints or meanings in his words, it was human nature.For one's own country, it is reasonable to use scheming methods within a certain bottom line.

Zhan Dongyun and Ye Cangnan are only responsible for dealing with the members of the Xingxing Organization, and they don't care about all kinds of struggles between countries, organizations and organizations, tribes and tribes, and people in this time and space.They won't intervene unless absolutely necessary.

Whether it was Arthur Cabella Abraham or Maki Buhari Kukugalova, Zhan Dongyun believed that Ling Zihan must have much more information than him.As long as he knew that these two people were original goods and not members of the Destroyer Organization, he would breathe a sigh of relief.As for the causal line on them, Du Li will carefully trace it, and there will be results in the future, he is not in a hurry.

He unceremoniously tasted all kinds of fruits on the dining table, especially the special fruits of Africa, and collected all the seeds that could be saved into the space world, and told Du Li, "This continent is the most backward, relatively Many plants have been preserved. Take a look and find a way to collect more vegetable seeds and fruit seeds and saplings."

Du Li immediately became interested, "Okay. Father seems to like African ice grass very much. I will collect more seeds of that."

"Thank you, Xiaoli." Zhan Dongyun smiled happily, picked up a crystal clear lychee berry and stuffed it into his mouth.

Sitting in the distance, Ling Zihan, who was eating with the President, Vice President, Commander-in-Chief, Speaker, Justice and several rich men, had several plates of vegetables in front of him.He prefers boiled lettuce and boiled wheatgrass. He also ate a few slices of sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root and winter melon in oyster sauce, plus a small buttered bun smaller than a baby's fist.

Today's Chinese food is specially invited to cook by the chef of the most famous Chinese restaurant in Junakoli. Die, do your best to make Chinese dishes that meet the requirements and are delicious.

Ling Zihan didn't eat much, talked very little, and spent most of his time listening to the people around him chatting, and even noticed Zhan Dongyun's movements in his busy schedule.He called the life assistant and ordered in a low voice, "Go and see, if there are more of these fruits today, send some to Dr. Zhan's room. Other doctors will also send some, and Dr. Zhan will send more."

"Yes." The life assistant agreed, and slowly moved to the bar without any trace.

The fruits for the dining table are all handled here. The life assistant found the supervisor at the bar, talked for a while in fluent French, and got a few boxes of African specialty fruits, and sent some according to the preferences of several experts, and then Send the remaining fruits and boxes to Zhan Dongyun's room.