I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

The girl on the side looked at the book in her hand and said without raising her head, "Father, I think you should be patient. Mr. Huang He will definitely show up as promised."

"Patience! Patience! How can you tell me to be patient!"

Steve scratched his hair and said angrily, "Why didn't you tell me that Huang He is a Chinese earlier? If I knew this, I might as well run back to the Netherlands!"

"Father, I think you are prejudiced against the Chinese. They are a creative nation. The "Three-Body Problem" in my hand is proof. Also, Mr. Huang He said that he would introduce top Chinese officials for us, And a tripartite financing, I think you should calm down and don't screw this up!"

"Top officials in China? How top? The governor or the finance minister? Can you manage 10 people?"

Steve scratched his hair vigorously and said disheartenedly, "We're really screwed this time!"

Chapter 210 Franky Zhu

The carriage slowly stopped at the gate of the "White House", and Li Hongzhang was helped down by his staff.

"Yushan, this city of Citigroup seems a little deserted, and a little... simple?" Li Hongzhang looked at the simple houses and empty streets in Seattle, and couldn't help asking in a low voice.

Zhou Fu quickly explained: "Duke Ming, I have heard people say that Citi Country is called Peanut Village. It is a small village that does not seek prosperity. It is very different from the capital."

"Oh, the land is flat and open, the houses look like houses, the rice paddies are commuting, and the chickens and dogs hear each other. This Citi Country actually has the demeanor of Mr. Wuliu, and Mr. Xing has a strong character in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. No wonder they are close to each other."

Li Hongzhang nodded and followed two white maids into the "White House".

Zhou Fu also nodded and followed, "Westerners are not without merit, they also have an elegant side..."

Halfway through the conversation he couldn't continue.

Passing through the zigzag corridor full of tortoiseshell (brown-black plastic) bead curtains, a banquet hall decorated with various jewelry pieces (transparent plastic), wallpaper and ancient paintings appears in front of you.

Even though Chinese culture is far from European culture, with human intuition, Zhou Fu has no way to connect the room full of upstarts in front of him with some Wei and Jin scholars.

At this time, a handsome man in a white tuxedo, a top hat, a monocle in his right eye, and a red tie on his chest appeared, supporting a short and fat version of Chuan Bao, and behind them were Charles I. A group of dog legs in the room followed.

Praising the superb makeup products and beauty techniques of the 2020s again, Lao Eunuch Li looks like a white man.

"Dare to ask, but Master Li Hongzhang? This is my commander in chief, and I am the interpreter, Frankie Zhu."

Of course it was Zhu Fugui who spoke. The reason why he chose to go out in person was to exchange signals with Miss Julie for a while. He definitely couldn't send a younger brother to go out in such a matter, which seemed insincere.

As for why the commander-in-chief chose Lao Li instead of the more suitable Charlie and others, it is true that apart from Lao Li, the "Asian father" who brought Zhu Fugui up with his shit and urine, no one is qualified to accept Zhu Tianzi. Helped.

Not to mention, Lao Li's two-hundred-pound figure, wearing a special suit, is quite majestic to sit there.

Lao Li stretched out his fat paws and waved it a few times.

Frankie Zhu hurriedly said: "Master Li, hurry up and shake hands with our commander in chief!"

This made Li Hongzhang heave a sigh of relief, and quickly stretched out his hand to hold Lao Li's Fat Claw together.

"Crack, click..."

With a burst of flashing lights, two descendants of the Li family shook hands historically in a foreign country, leaving behind a precious photo of [Chuanhuang-Handshake-Abe-呲牙.JPG].

Although he was almost broken into a powder fracture by Lao Li's tiger claws, Li Hongzhang still heaved a sigh of relief. The most terrible situation finally did not happen.

Along the way, he was worried about the etiquette he should use to salute a foreigner.

If you use the kneeling salute, it seems to fall into the national dignity of the Qing Dynasty, and I heard that foreigners don't like kneeling at all.

They love to engage in kissing rituals!

It is said that when Prince Gong signed the treaty in Beijing, he practiced this kind of etiquette with foreigners.

Thinking of sucking the mouths of foreigners when he was old, Li Hongzhang wanted to spit out the overnight meal.

In fact, this is the Chinese folk demonizing Westerners.

Except for the medal maniac in the Soviet Union more than 100 years later, normal people really don't have the habit of sipping on other people's lips when kissing.

Li Hongzhang didn't want to suck on Lao Li, and Lao Li didn't want to suck on Li Hongzhang!

What's more, his face was powdered, and he even applied lip gloss, which showed his appearance with just one sip.

So the final decision is to use the simplest handshake.

After another exchange of pleasantries, Li Hongzhang gave the Grand Commander a small gift from the Regent of the Qing Dynasty—a jadeite cabbage.

Of course, it wasn't Cixi's giant national treasure jadeite cabbage, and Yi Jujin didn't have that much money, let alone that much generosity.

This is just a small cabbage the size of half a palm.

But even so, this is a valuable treasure, and it will be the same as playing for a thousand and eight million shots in future generations.

The interpreter Frankie Zhu thoughtfully helped the commander-in-chief keep it close to his body.

Seeing that the commander-in-chief seemed dissatisfied with this gift, Li Hongzhang secretly scolded the devil Liu Tai for being stingy, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask, "Your Excellency the commander-in-chief, you must be sure what the Qing mission asked for this time. I have also heard about the dispute between the Qing Dynasty and the English fleet..."

Frankie Zhu said with a smile: "Hehehe, Mr. Li, you are too impatient. Chinese people pay attention to discussing business at the wine table. Just take a seat, and there will be guests coming back later!"

Li Hongzhang frowned slightly, this second devil really did his best in interpreting!

Is there any place for him to intervene when the master speaks?

But immediately after, he found that this second devil seemed to be very difficult, and the commander of Citigroup was not dissatisfied with him at all, but waved his hand and said, "Suck your crotch and get wet!"

"Hey, Commander, what's wrong with your voice?"

Li Hongzhang was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help sneaking a glance at the smooth, hairless lips of the Grand Commander.

To be honest, he couldn't tell whether the commander's voice was standard English or not, but the voice was familiar...

Why does it sound a bit like the father-in-law in the palace?

Frankie Zhu quickly explained: "To be honest, England is also a powerful party, and its national power is still higher than that of America, so in order to mediate this matter, our commander-in-chief has not closed his eyes for 5 hours. I haven't slept for an hour, it can be said that I am exhausted!"

"However, who made the friendship between the people of China and the United States last forever? Our commander-in-chief has already figured out a way to break the situation, and invited Fan, the richest man in America, to Beijing to solve the situation."

At this time, Lao Li also repeated the English that he had painstakingly memorized for a week: "The skin is wet from the crotch! The skin is wet from the crotch!"

"The commander-in-chief asked you to sit down, Mr. Li, hurry up and take a seat, the Fan's consortium should be here soon... Look, isn't he here?"

Frankie Zhu pointed out the door, and saw two courtesans leading Steve and Julie into the banquet hall.

As soon as they entered the room, Li Hongzhang and Steve looked at each other with big eyes.Although they are people from two worlds, some useful information can be obtained through the other party's clothing and temperament.

Julie, on the other hand, ignored the "high-ranking Chinese official" and looked around with wide-open eyes. Finally, her eyes fixed on Zhu Fugui, revealing a thoughtful look.

"Everyone, please take your seats!"

Zhu Fugui took a peek at Julie. This little book friend is slim and fair-faced, and she is even more beautiful than imagined.

But now is not the time to rate the figure of the book friends, Zhu Fugui cleared his throat, and let everyone including Charlie and others take their seats in both Chinese and English.

Steve was essentially an upstart, but old Vanderbilt had been asking for children at the request of a British gentleman in recent years, and it came in handy at this moment.

Not to mention Li Hongzhang.

Regardless of his character, Lao Li's talent is undeniable, and even when he was old, he still had a good temperament when taking a photo with Bismarck.

At this time, Li Hongzhang, who was an upright man in his prime, behaved even more elegantly, showing everyone's demeanor in his gestures.

He gave a slight nod to Steve and the others, then flicked his coat and sat down gracefully.

To be honest, Steve would feel flattered if he was facing a European aristocrat, even if it was just a Russian or Turkish aristocrat, but when facing a Chinese official, this feeling would be much lighter.

However, in the past few months in New York, because of Dr. Porter, there has been a small wave of Chinese enthusiasm. Coupled with this elegant Chinese man in front of him, Steve still has a high opinion of him.

"In order to welcome our Chinese friends, we will follow the oriental tradition and talk while eating." Zhu Fugui introduced the two sides and ordered the dishes to be served.

Of course, in the introduction to Vanderbilt and his party, Lao Li's role naturally became the representative of the Donald Consortium.

Anyway, the information is asymmetrical, Zhu Fugui sees people talking about people, he talks nonsense, just ensure that the three parties can reach an agreement, the process is not important.

Chapter 211 Three-party agreement, everyone is happy

The banquet adopts a meal-sharing system.

The meal sharing system is also the meal system before the Tang Dynasty in China. Although the atmosphere is a little worse, but this table is from all over the world, who knows how many infectious diseases, so the meal sharing system is still necessary.

Before the main meal, there are desserts, and the first thing to bear the brunt is ice cream.

This is Zhu Fugui's little bit of bad taste.

After all, the story of Li Hongzhang eating ice cream is almost a household name in later generations.

Sure enough, when the steaming milky white ice cream was distributed in front of him, Li Hongzhang scooped up a scoop of ice cream, looked at the wisps of white smoke, and blew it cool...

"Pfft..."

After all, Steve is a vulgar American second-generation bourgeois at heart, so he couldn't help laughing.

It was only then that Li Hongzhang discovered that the white smoke covered by the ice cream was not the hot air like hot goat cheese, but the cold air like iced food.

Blowing on the iced food by myself is really a bit ridiculous and generous, and the old man inevitably blushed and laughed at himself: "I never thought that the iced food in Citigroup is so exquisite, but the old man is blind!"

After speaking, he ate the ice cream slowly, as if nothing happened.

But even so, Steve kept laughing lowly, until his daughter twisted his thigh, and then he stopped.

"It's just a difference in the food of different cultures. There is nothing funny. Mr. Interpreter, please help me to apologize to Mr. Li!" Julie looked into Zhu Fugui's eyes and said with a smile.

Zhu Fugui blinked, nodded and relayed: "Master Li, the eldest lady of Vanderbilt said that in view of your funny performance, you have to pay more for our business!"

Li Hongzhang: "..."

Comrade Lao Li hates it in his heart!

According to historical rumors, he was served by the Russian public with ice cream, but he came back the next day without indecent assault, and returned it with a Chinese-style hot oil soup.

But now this foreigner, where is he going to cook this dish!

Just as Li Hongzhang was beating his chest secretly, he saw the second appetizer on the table.

Li Hongzhang rubbed his eyes, and found in disbelief that the second food was exactly the hot oil soup from his hometown that wouldn't steam!

Zhu Fugui smiled and said: "Our commander-in-chief heard that Master Li is from Hefei, so he specially ordered someone to make this soup, and there will be Li Hongzhang's offal and Li Hongzhang's chicken to offer later!"

Li Hongzhang: "..."

……

The appetizing soup was distributed in front of everyone. This is a kind of soup in the Jianghuai area. There is a layer of fat on it, which wraps the heat inside and does not escape. It looks harmless to humans and animals.

Seeing that Julie was sticking out her tongue like a simple fawn and was about to lick the bowl of soup, Frankie Zhu had already appeared behind her without anyone noticing, smiling and taking a spoon to cool the soup.

Poor Steve Vanderbilt, Charlie and others were not so lucky, and even the old eunuch Li let out a pig cry.

Zhu Fugui was taken aback, and quickly covered his mouth to prevent him from yelling the vulgar words at the beginning of the word "Mother".

Fortunately, the scene was in a little chaos, and no one noticed this side.

"Damn it, Lao Li, aren't you Chinese too? How can you be recruited?" Zhu Fugui asked in a low voice, taking out an ice cube and throwing it into his mouth.

Lao Li cried and said: "Long live God... We have more than 2000 counties in China... Each county can produce ten or eight local specialties... How can this old slave recognize all of them..."

……

After a small farce, both the Chinese and the Western sides knew that the other had merits, and the scene was very harmonious for a time.

Meals are just a lubricant, and the stomach is slightly padded, so it is natural to talk about business.

"I don't know what kind of title this Lord Li is?" Steve asked.

Speaking of this title...

Li Hongzhang was really cheated by Zhu Fugui.

Originally, according to history, as early as half a year ago, Li Hongzhang should have been awarded the first-class Su Yibo for his contribution to helping Zeng Guofan conquer Tianjing and clear Jiangsu, and he was rewarded with double-eyed feathers.

However, due to the materials that Zhu Fugui secretly threw into Tianjing City, and the addition of the spirit buff that is close to Max, Nanjing has a tendency to develop towards "Tianjing that will never fall".

Therefore, today's Li Hongzhang has won a first-class viscount just because of his contribution to the capture of Suzhou and Changzhou.

"Oh, so it's just a viscount..." Steve shook his head in disappointment.

In Europe, the baron is basically not regarded as a nobleman, so the viscount is the lowest level of the nobleman.

Originally, I heard that it was a top Chinese official, and I thought it was at least an earl, but I didn't expect it to be just a viscount.

But the Viscount is better than nothing.

When Steve went hunting in Europe when he was young, he saw the castle of the Viscount Carcassonne in France.

After thinking for a while, Steve asked again: "Then, Your Excellency the Viscount, what is the area of ​​your territory? Is it 10 square kilometers? What about the population? Is it 5000 people?"