my girlfriend is the president

At [-] o'clock that night, it was the golden viewing time of the TV station, and the Russian state TV broadcasted a live broadcast of an exclusive interview with the leader of the skinhead party, Puton.For a moment, countless pairs of eyes around the world were fixed on the TV screen.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows very well that although the Yanhuang Kingdom is small, it is a weight in the game between the various big countries.The attitudes of Huaxia, Wa, and Burma have been very clear. They unconditionally support Yanhuang and form a brotherly relationship with them.The attitude of the United States seems a little ambiguous, and it seems to be afraid, but on the surface it is very close to the Yanhuang Kingdom.Moreover, Xiao Jian, the king of Yanhuang Kingdom, is a very mysterious figure. He was originally an ordinary citizen of Huaxia Kingdom, but he became the king of a country in a short period of time. Jian and his Yanhuang Kingdom became interested.

Now Xiao Jian's woman is being detained by the skinheads. If this matter is not handled well, once something happens to Princess Yelia, how can the Yanhuang Kingdom let it go, and it may become the fuse of a world war.

Putong appeared on the TV screen, with a confident smile on his face, stroking his shiny bald head from time to time, and talking freely.

"Princess Yelia is very safe now, even safer than in a safe. Now someone actually says that I am detained, kidnapped, all nonsense, Princess Yelia is my guest, she is free, just because someone I took strict protective measures only if it was against her. The skinheads now have more than 100 million members. If there are too many members, it is inevitable that good and bad will mix up. Our government has always had a very ambiguous attitude towards the existence of our skinheads. It has given us too much pressure. Under such circumstances, different voices appear in the party, and there is a tendency to split. Split means riots, death, and even war. As the leader of a party, I have to Find a way out for the survival of the skinheads. I really dare not let Princess Yelia leave without ensuring that the skinheads will not be in turmoil. Once the princess has an accident, this responsibility will fall on my head. I am a skinhead But I can't bear it." Puton said, shrugging his shoulders intentionally, making a funny expression.

The TV host asked: "Mr. Puton, can we know where Princess Yelia is now? Can she accept our interview?"

"Hehe, I have no comment on this question, but I can tell you that the place where Princess Yelia is is very safe, and I am the only one in the world who knows." Putong laughed.

"Mr. Pudong, if King Xiao Jian comes to pick up Princess Yelia in person, what are your plans?" the host asked.

"Personally, I am very happy to hand over the princess to King Xiao Jian, but the skinheads are not owned by me alone. Therefore, I have to discuss this issue with other leaders. I believe King Xiao Jian will understand my situation." Dong was very cunning, and even played Tai Chi, dissipating this sharp question virtually.

"Mr. Pudong, what we want to know most is what are you and your skinheads planning?" The host asked directly, piercing the window paper used to hide shame.

"It's actually very simple. Only when the skinheads are stabilized can Princess Yelia be safe, and I dare to let the princess return to King Xiao Jian." Putong said.

"President Rossi has proposed the possibility of having a dialogue with you, will you accept it?" the host asked.

"I am very happy to discuss the future of skinheads with President Rossi," Puton said.

"Will you accept the ransom?"

"Hehe, this is simply a joke and an insult. Our skinheads are not kidnappers. As I said just now, Princess Yelia is our guest, not a meat ticket. Besides, our skinheads are not short of money!"

"Then when do you plan to meet President Rossi?"

"It's up to the president, I'm always available."

"Now China, the United States, Japan and other countries have made very severe condemnation statements to the government and your skinheads. What do you think?"

"Misunderstanding, these countries have prejudices against our skinheads. I believe that it will not take long for them to change their views on us. As for matters between countries, it is not convenient for me, a small party leader, to express any opinions."

"Thank you for accepting our interview. National TV will always pay attention to the development of Princess Yelia's incident. Thank you"

……

"Rogue!"

Yelia pressed the TV hard to death angrily...

Xiao Jian, who is the person involved, did not express any opinion on this matter, but frequently appeared in the inspection of the construction site of the artificial island and the construction site of the road around the island...

At ten o'clock in the morning the next day, a flight from Jinghua City, China landed at the Russian airport.

A middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes passed the customs smoothly, and dragged his suitcase out of the terminal.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Yan Huang from China?" A man in a dark suit and sunglasses came up and asked.

"I'm Yan Huang!"

"I'm here to meet you. The car is over there." The man in sunglasses took the suitcase politely.

The car is a Volkswagen with ordinary license plates, which is very inconspicuous.After Yan Huang got into the car, the car sped away immediately and merged into the rolling traffic.

Half an hour later, the car drove into Moscow, the capital of Russia.Soon he stopped in front of a tall building, and Yan Huang saw through the car window that it was a hotel called Sun Hotel.

"Mr. Yan Huang, the President is waiting for you in Room [-] on the [-]th floor. For the sake of confidentiality, I will not send you up." The man in sunglasses turned around and said in the co-pilot.

"Ok!"

After Yan Huang finished speaking, he opened the door and got off the car, took it out of the suitcase to salute, and walked into the hotel lobby.

A waiter in red clothes came up and asked, "Sir, have you made a reservation?"

"Room [-]." Yan Huang replied.

"Okay, follow me, the elevator is over there."

The waiter enthusiastically sent Yan Huang into the elevator before turning around and leaving.

Soon the elevator reached the seventeenth floor, and Yan Huang walked out of the elevator door. He noticed that there were many people smoking and chatting at both ends of the corridor. They were all capable young people with bulging waists, probably weapons.These people must be President Rossi's bodyguards.

After the bodyguards noticed that someone had stepped out of the elevator, they all stared at Yan Huang closely, and stretched their hands to his waist.At this time, a well-mannered person looked at the photo in his hand and made a safe gesture, and the bodyguards were relieved.

Yan Huang dragged his suitcase to the door of Room [-], raised his hand and gently knocked on the door...

The door opened, revealing a face often seen on TV, it was Russian President Rossi.

After Yan Huang entered, the door was closed. Rossi stepped forward and held Yan Huang's hand tightly and said, "King Xiao Jian, welcome to Russia."

Yan Huang was exactly Xiao Jian's disguise, and it was the kind of pure natural facial features that surrounded and changed without pollution.

Xiao Jian instantly changed back to himself, still with that handsome face.

"President Rossi, nice to meet you."

After exchanging a few words of greeting, the host and guest were divided into seats. An assistant served tea for the two, then turned around and walked out. Only Xiao Jian and Rossi were left in the room.

"King Xiao Jian, since your people have come to Russia, may I know your plan?"

"Just count!"