Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"...Mr. Qi, the anti-China voice has become more and more loud recently, and comrades have responded that the work is getting more and more difficult..."

"...It's normal to be difficult. The more difficult it is, the more we need to work hard to do it. When it is difficult, can it be difficult when you are poor and white?

Today, when the voice of anti-globalization is getting louder, our work is a bit more difficult, but we must overcome the difficulties!

If there are no difficulties, how can we reflect the importance of our work?dont you agree……"

In a low-key but dignified building, a man in his fifties walked forward with steady steps.

This person is thin and elegant, with gray temples, and his appearance is full of wind and frost. If he is a literati, his facial features are like chopping with knives and axes. His face is determined and strong. Self-conscious smile, gentle tone.

The two conflicting temperaments of fortitude and elegance blend and collide with each other in this person, giving rise to a unique charm.

The name of this person is Qi Songyue, a permanent member of the Federation for Friendship with Foreign Countries, the head of a national people's organization for non-governmental diplomacy, and the chief officer of the United Front Department...

He has countless titles, but his job is very simple. There is only one sentence to sum it up, that is to make friends!

Make new friends and never forget old friends...

He is good at making friends, has made friends all his life, and has made many friends.

Regardless of race, regardless of skin color, regardless of rich or poor, regardless of gender, age, every one of his friends is precisely willing to make friends with him.

As the old saying goes, rely on your parents at home and friends when you go out, Qi Songyue has practiced this saying to the extreme.

He can even travel all over the world to eat, drink and have fun with only the entertainment and support from his friends, without spending a penny.

"...Okay, one week later it will be the birthday of Mr. Wesson from Northern Ireland. In the afternoon, I will choose a gift. You can find someone to deliver it to Mr. Wesson for me, and wish him a happy birthday on my behalf.

Also, I have an important report meeting to be held soon, let..."

In the corridor not far from the office, Qi Songyue, who was talking about something, froze there as if the stop button had been pressed.

"...Qi...President Qi...what's wrong?"

Seeing this scene, the secretary at the side hurriedly stepped forward and came to Qi Songyue's side, watching him with concern, with unstoppable tension on his face.

"……together……"

"Shh!"

Qi Songyue raised his right hand, resisting the secretary's urge to continue to say something, and put his footsteps on the lightest, with one hand on his armpit, frowning, and quietly came to the door of his office.

"...Brother Xuebin, are you sure this is really the headquarters of the hidden front?"

"...very sure!

I have traveled through so many worlds, but the security departments of each world are the same as those carved out of a mold, I can smell the rushing agent smell with my toes..."

"...But this place looks too ordinary, ordinary, nothing special at all..."

Outside the office, when he heard the voice coming from the room, the secretary's hairs stood on end, and his whole face turned as pale as paper.

Regardless of other things, he hurriedly took a step forward, protecting Qi Songyue behind him, pulled out a small 07-type pistol from his armpit, and stared nervously at the door of the office.

Behind the secretary, Qi Songyue was not as nervous as the secretary. His brows, which were as sharp as knives, were tightly locked, and his lips were pursed into a thin slit.

He raised his hand and lightly patted the secretary's shoulder, stopped him from calling for support, waved his hand silently, motioned him to step aside, took a step forward, leaned against the door of the office, and continued to listen...

"Special? It's just an office, how special do you want?"

"...It's like... 007, Kingsman, and very small agents. At least they must have some special agent equipment..."

"...

...Are you artificial intelligence or artificial mental retardation?Take the movie seriously, it really has you...

... I don't even think about it, this is an office, not a combat logistics department, why put so much equipment?

Besides, the place we are staying in is the capital of China. What is the use of getting a bunch of equipment here other than occupying space?

Is it possible that they are still pointing to some spy work here? "

"...Bah, bah, what are you talking about, of course it is an artificial intelligence, but it's not connected to the Internet!

If you are connected to the Internet, look at what things in the world I don't know!

Your little network security measures are as if they don't exist to me..."

"...Then why don't you connect?"

"...Nonsense, if you know everything, what's the point of living?

No one likes a woman who is too smart, I just like the feeling of asking you questions, can't I?

You know, this kind of thinking mode can only be possessed by the top artificial intelligence, with an understanding artificial intelligence like me, you can go for fun..."

"……Ha ha……"

'Boom boom boom...'

Outside the door, Qi Songyue's eyes shone thoughtfully, took a deep breath, waved to the nervous secretary behind him, and knocked on the door of his office.

"Enter!"

This is an experienced voice, Qi Songyue thought so, gently unlocked the door, slowly pushed open the thick solid wood door, looked up, what a handsome man and woman!

The looks of both men and women are first-class romantic, especially the man, whose unique temperament is revealed in his gestures, which adds a bit of charm to this person.

Ladies also have unique charm, but compared to men, they always feel a little vain. It may not be obvious when viewed alone, but it will pale in comparison immediately when accompanied by men.

It's like a painting, one is a timeless cultural relic, and the other is a fine reproduction of a cultural relic.

In the eyes of others, there may be no difference, but in the eyes of Qi Songyue, who has read countless people, one can see the disharmony in it at a glance.

"... two friends... don't know if there is anything I can do to help?"

He waved away the secretary who wanted to go in with him, and walked in with generous steps with a very friendly smile on his face.

After entering the door, he didn't ask who the two were or how they came to this office. He just took a glass of water from the two of them sideways and put it in front of the two with a smile.

"...Sorry, I don't often entertain guests here, only ordinary pure water, the hospitality is not good, please forgive me!"

Then, he turned around, glanced at the secretary who was neither staying nor leaving, raised his brows lightly, and said in a deep voice:

"...Go, let me know. All my schedules for today are cancelled. In addition, ask the logistics to send some tea. I want good tea. Don't make any other small moves. Go and come back!"

"Yes!"

Seeing the secretary leave, Qi Songyue shook his head and chuckled, then turned his head, looked at the two and smiled apologetically.

"...Hehe, Xiao Wang is still a rookie, he is not very sensible, please forgive me!"

Hearing this, the man among the two couldn't help chuckling, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile:

"...It's also a coincidence, my surname is also Wang, maybe we were still in the same family 500 years ago!"

Hearing his surname mentioned on the other side, Qi Songyue nodded with a smile, raised his eyebrows slightly, shook his head and said with a smile:

"...Oh? This is not necessarily a coincidence. It means that you and I are destined. Look, we met today, right?

Under Qi Songyue, did you ask for advice? "

"Wang Xuebin!"

"Xiaoyu!"

"...Going to the door rashly...is abrupt..."

Chapter 707 Business Silly Girl

In a simple and generous office, Qi Songyue and Wang Xuebin sat facing each other, and next to them, Xiaoyu sat beside them gently, with slender hands, skillfully brewing tea soup.

White porcelain teacups, celadon teapots, and ordinary tea sets are filled with the rich fragrance of tea.

Two cups of tea were presented respectively, Wang Xuebin and Qi Songyue took the cups, gestured slightly, and then took a sip.

"... Miss Xiaoyu, is she not used to drinking this kind of tea?"

Seeing Xiaoyu sitting on the side, not showing any intention of pouring tea for himself, Qi Songyue couldn't help but put down the teacup in his hand, and asked a question with concern.

Opposite him, Wang Xuebin turned his head to look at Xiaoyu, shook his head and smiled, and said with a soft smile:

"...Thank you, Mr. Qi, for your concern. Xiaoyu's situation is quite special, and she uses light as energy.

The daily diet of humans is more like a burden to her, and she has to consume energy to deal with it. Generally, when she doesn't need to pretend to be an adult, she usually doesn't eat or drink..."

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Qi Songyue froze for a moment, and he was stunned for a moment. After a while, he regained his senses, looked at Xiaoyu beside him, and asked in surprise:

"...this...this...you mean...Miss Xiaoyu, she is..."

Looking at Qi Songyue with a surprised expression, Wang Xuebin nodded lightly, glanced at Xiaoyu who was quiet and obedient, raised his eyebrows and said:

"...That's right, Xiaoyu is not a human being, and she is not even a carbon-based creature. If Mr. Qi has watched the TV series Magic Phone, I think he can understand her state better..."

"...Magic phone? You mean, she exists like a silly girl's phone?"

Hearing Qi Songyue's words, it was Wang Xuebin's turn to be surprised. He really didn't expect that a person in his 50s with a high position would watch this kind of TV series with terrible ratings back then.

"...This TV series...have you watched it?"

Seeing Wang Xuebin's surprised expression, Qi Songyue smiled, shook his head, and said with a smile:

"...It was broadcast on TV in 08. It was the TV series with the highest ratings on CCTV back then. How could I not watch it?"

Qi Songyue's expression was full of nostalgia for the past, and he looked at Xiaoyu curiously from time to time. Opposite him, Wang Xuebin nodded slightly, raised his eyebrows and praised:

"...Hey, it's been almost 20 years in a flash, and Mr. Qi still remembers it so clearly. I have to say that your memory is really extraordinary!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's praise, Qi Songyue raised his head and laughed, waved his hands, shook his head and said humbly:

"...What's your name Mr. Qi? If you don't mind, just call me Lao Qi. As for memory... Hey, I'm old, I can't do it anymore, don't look at me, I'm almost sixty!"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin shook his head with a smile, raised his hand and drank the teacup, looked at Lao Qi, seemed to be joking, and said seriously:

"...Old? Where are you getting old? As long as you don't accept old age, you will always be young!"

Said, spread his hands.

"...If you want to say old, I am really old. After traveling through worlds, I will be at least a hundred years old, but what about now?

Curiosity is still abundant, and I still like new things..."

As soon as Wang Xuebin's voice fell, Qi Songyue grasped the main point of his words, stared at him tightly, and asked a little seriously:

"...You mean... time travel?"

"...Yes, time travel!"

Wang Xuebin looked as usual, and nodded slightly.

"...Is it the kind played in TV dramas..."

"... ten thousand times more exciting than the ones in the TV series!"

As Wang Xuebin said, he stood up holding the table, leaned on his waist, stretched his waist, and then said with emotion:

"...I have learned kung fu in the movie "The Great Master", and I have joined the army in the "Soldier Assault"..."

Speaking of this, Wang Xuebin suddenly paused, turned his head, looked at Qi Songyue who was listening patiently, and said with a smile:

"...Moreover, in that world, I have worked with you as a colleague, the same Federation for Friendship with Foreign Countries, the same secret front, and I have to get a first-class medal..."

Listening to Wang Xuebin's words, Qi Songyue nodded subconsciously. If what the other party said was true, then it would not be uncommon to be able to accurately locate his office.

"...I have made tuxedos, the ones played in Cheng Long's movies, I have also learned the internal skills in martial arts novels, and I have competed with Wu Jue in The Legend of the Condor Heroes for number one in the world!

Of course, in the end I won...

By the way, those unusual scenes in this world are also because of me.

Qin Shihuang, various schools of thought, Harry Potter, Maoshan Taoism..."

Seeing Qi Songyue whose expression gradually eased, Wang Xuebin smiled slightly and continued talking.

"...Killing Yingye, saving people is useless. I am a good person, but also a wicked person. I have calmly died in order to save the world, and I have also made the Japanese ghosts go out at night for my own selfishness.

There is no character in any film and television work that has a more exciting life than mine. Now, I come to Guibao and want to do business with the country. I don’t know...Mr. Qi, what do you think? "

Listening to Wang Xuebin's words, Qi Songyue fell into a long silence.

Now he suddenly felt a sense of confusion, he couldn't tell whether the person in front of him was telling the truth or not...

Looking at the details of the other party's expression when he spoke, he didn't feel that the other party was lying.

But listening to what the other person said, he felt that this person seemed to be hysterical, so sick that he couldn't distinguish virtual reality...

But the question is how did a hysterical patient break through many obstacles and come to his office?