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Chapter 690 A weak country has no diplomacy, and this sword is hard to beat!

At 8:[-] that night, outside the port of Shanghai.

A cruise ship belonging to the Neon Kingdom slowly left the port, carrying the florists and staff who participated in the Alien Conference of the World to Penglai Island.

There was a gentle breeze at night, and the bright moon hung high. On the deck of the cruise ship, Zhang Lingyu took pictures again and again with her mobile phone.

"Honey, did you see that? The boat has already been dispatched, and the environment here is pretty good. I just took a look at the bedroom and dining room. The proprietress said that they are here according to the standards of a serious athlete, so don't worry!"

"Okay, okay~ I see, I must pay attention to safety, if there is danger, let others rush, if there is danger, run away, I will definitely come back honestly!"

"Okay, okay, I remember everything~ It's getting late, you go to bed early, rest at ease for two days, I will go home soon."

"Well, you too, take care of yourself... let's not talk about it, the lord next to me is waving to me, I'll go and see why he wants me, bye~"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Lingyu and Zhang Chulan came to Meng who was not far away with a tired face.

"Leader/Master, are you looking for me?" X2
"Yeah." Meng Lang nodded lightly, looked at the dimly lit Modu Port in the distance with his hands behind his back, and said casually, "Just now, the Neon people asked me a question, and I think it can be used to test you guys. "

Although Meng's tone was casual, Zhang Chulan and Zhang Lingyu were both terrified when they heard the words.

It is said that the butt determines the head, and the two who have already shouldered the heavy responsibility at this time are completely different from half a year ago in terms of knowledge and thinking.

Knowing that diplomacy is no small matter, they are very clear that since the matter involves the Neon country, it is definitely not a "small problem" that can be taken lightly.

Zhang Chulan couldn't help frowning and asked, "Master, what's the question asked by the Neon people?"

"It's not a big deal. Just in case I released two clones to explore the sea area along the way..."

Meng Lang looked relaxed, as if he was talking about something trivial.

"I thought it was my overthinking, but who knew that I actually discovered the problem - there are two military submarines belonging to Neon waiting on the only way for our cruise ship to go to Penglai Island. According to the voyage Calculate, we have more than ten hours, and we will enter the attack range of the opponent's submarine at around [-]:[-] tomorrow morning."

"What!?" X2
The news obviously surprised the two of them, but before they could say anything, Meng Lang reprimanded: "What are you panicking about! You two are the next generation leaders of the Huahuayiren world, how can you just because Are you making such a fuss over such a trivial matter? There will be many similar things in the future, if even you are panicked, what should those who regard you as their reliance do?"

The two of them were startled slightly by Meng Lang's harsh tone, and they couldn't help showing a little embarrassment on their faces.

Zhang Chulan adjusted his emotions very quickly. Although he had never experienced similar things, with his extraordinary mind, he could sort out his current situation in just a few seconds.

"Master, I roughly understand what you mean... Think about it carefully, although the Neon people secretly arranged the muzzle to aim at us, but most of them would not dare to open fire!

After all, it is a peaceful age now, and it is unlikely that Neon will actually do anything. I think they are more trying to give us a blow, right? "

"So that's it!" Zhang Lingyu nodded suddenly, "At eight o'clock tomorrow morning, we are probably still having breakfast, and at that time, it is indeed a kind of 'escort' for us to have a fully loaded submarine emerge from the water and aim its guns at us all the way... Very effective deterrent."

"Not only that, I'm afraid that the accompanying camera on the cruise ship will also capture the expressions of our group, and use it to give credit to their ugly father?" Zhang Chulan rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "In this way, Master, the school exam you mentioned just now should be to ask us if there is any way to deal with it?"

"That's right." Meng Lang said in a solemn tone, "This is the first time you two have gone out on business on behalf of the country, and I happen to be able to use this to teach you a very important principle."

"What kind of criteria?" Zhang Chulan asked with a pensive look on her face.

"Weak Country No Diplomacy!" Meng Lang paused.

"Weak country... no diplomacy?" Zhang Chulan and Zhang Lingyu chewed on these five meaningful words over and over again, and gradually fell into deep thought.

Seeing that both of them looked serious in thought, Meng Lang nodded with satisfaction, turned around and looked away at the shore, and walked towards the cabin.

"I'm going back to my room to rest. This question is my homework. You two can come up with a solution in your own mind. Use it tomorrow morning to compare it with my way of coping. It's up to you how much you can understand." It's gone."

"Yes! Disciple/Lingyu understands!" X2
……

The next morning, the two Xiao Zhang classmates, who had been thinking hard all night, squatted outside the VIP luxury private room in the innermost part of the cruise ship before three o'clock, ready to watch the whole process of Meng's next operation.

However, what puzzled them was that not only did Meng not go to threaten the person in charge of Nehong who stayed on board as Zhang Chulan thought, nor did he ask domestic ships to come forward to escort him as Zhang Lingyu thought. The escort, but it was almost eight o'clock, and he was still lying in bed in the room.

Uh... It might be inaccurate to say that he was lying in bed. After all, there have been some indescribable sounds in the room since five o'clock in the morning.

But this made the two squatting outside the door even more puzzled!
You swore last night that you would teach us a lesson, but now that the Neon people are about to achieve their goal, you are still hugging your wife in the room...

What about Guoshi Wushuang?

Just when the two Xiaozhang students doubted their lives, the weird noises in the room suddenly stopped, and 5 minutes later, Meng, who had finished washing, walked out of the room wearing a casual vest and big underpants.

"Come with me." It seemed that he knew that someone was waiting outside the door, so Meng Lang waved in the direction of the two of them without even looking, and walked quickly to the deck on his flip flops.

Seeing this, Zhang Chulan and Zhang Lingyu got up quickly and followed Meng to the deck.

Silently feeling the two combat submarines that were slowly rising amidst the arrogance of knowledge and domineering, and secretly glanced at the "Neon Column Team" who was following behind him and others carrying cameras, Meng Lang raised a refined and easy-going smile on the corner of his mouth. said loudly:

"Chu Lan, Lingyu! Did you see those two unusual bumps on the sea? According to the fishing experience of the leader for many years, they should be two... Ah bah, those should be two timid and loving boats. Jumping big fish, watch me kill them and give them extra meals for the international friends from Neon!"

As soon as the words were finished, in the horrified eyes of all the Neon people, an Eight-faced Han sword with dazzling golden flames suddenly appeared in Meng Lang's hand.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a terrifying sword light burst out from his hand, which seemed to make the world pale. The two submarines under the sea in the distance broke into two sections instantly, and the ammunition exploded and sprayed all over the sky.

In the next second, there was a heart-piercing cry from the neon team behind them.

"Elegant Butterfly-!!!"

……

Ten minutes later, Meng, who was still dressed in shorts and a vest, was sitting at a dining table, humming with his legs crossed, and at the same time directing two Xiao Zhang classmates to help him go to the place where the buffet was placed to pick up his favorite food. Refreshments.

And sitting opposite him at this time is the highest person in charge of the flower planter team sent by the Neon side this time, the ninja master Taro Aso who was the principal of the "International Ninja Research Center" at the time.

"Meng Jun, you have gone too far!" Looking at Meng's indifferent expression, as if he had just hacked two big fish to death, Taro Aso blushed with grief and indignation, "You We must give our Great Neon Country an explanation today! Otherwise, just wait for a diplomatic incident!"

Facing the man-eating eyes of the other party, Meng Lang still chewed the food in his mouth slowly: "Xiao Lanzi, that udon noodles tastes good, go and get me another one, it needs to be thickened with char siu! And this one ... Cough, sir, what did you just say? What diplomatic incident?"

"Meng Lang! Don't pretend to be a fool for me here!" Aso Taro slapped the table hard with gritted teeth, the blood vessels on his forehead and neck throbbed with anger, "I don't believe you don't know the two This is a naval submarine of our Big Neon Self-Defense Force, do you know that your actions are declaring war on Neon!?"

Meng picked his ears calmly, and was not at all moved by Taro Aso's attempt to use the diplomatic relations between the two countries to force him to succumb: "Mr. Aso, don't lose your temper so much~"

Aso Taro's face was livid: "Tell me not to lose my temper!? Then if I kill a few soldiers from your flower planters, will you not lose your temper?"

"Well, you can try it."

A cold light flashed in Meng Lang's eyes, and an awe-inspiring coercion instantly enveloped the negotiating team on the neon side, and his tone suddenly turned cold: "Mr. Aso, remind you to recognize what you and your country are. A hundred years ago, Neon was not qualified to demand an equal dialogue with flower growers based on its status of strength."

"You... you are disregarding the international order!" Taro Aso argued sternly.

Meng Lang shrugged calmly, took the udon noodles handed over by Zhang Chulan and slowly sucked it: "You can say whatever you want, and you can do whatever you want. If you have the guts, you can try to expose this incident. Look at your udon. Will the leaders who will hug the ugly people and call them fathers dare to use this to provoke trouble, and let's see if your own ugly fathers will uphold justice for you~"

"you……"

Glancing at the other party's pins and needles, Meng Lang smiled slightly, then changed the subject and said, "Mr. Aso~ I know that my unintentional mistake just now made you very embarrassed... Well, I'll take a step back and tell your superior after you go back , just say that I am willing to compensate each of the submarine pilots who died in accidents with [-] yen in my own name, let’s forget about it.”

"Forget it!?" Taro Aso laughed angrily, "Are you joking? Our self-defense team is dead, and you just want to say an apology!?"

Meng said innocently: "Then I nodded and apologized, what else do you want? Your self-defense team lost only their lives, and I lost tens of thousands of dollars!"

Besides, it was me at [-] o'clock in the morning who killed your self-defense team by mistake, so what does it have to do with me at [-]:[-] a.m. now?
Listen to my brother's advice, everything in the past should be classified as a historical issue, isn't your big nuclear nation the best at forgetting this kind of account?

Hate is the shackles and burdens of history, and only by throwing it away can we go about our business with ease. You keep pestering me with this kind of past events, isn’t it because you want to incite ethnic antagonism?This is not conducive to international peace! "

"you!"

Aso Taro was tongue-tied, if he didn't know that he couldn't beat the opponent, at this moment, he would have wished to die with the damn flower planter opposite him.

After being silent for a while, he weighed the pros and cons repeatedly and said in a hoarse and trembling voice: "Meng Jun, at least you can leave me a written apology statement so that I can go back to work, okay?"

"Not good." Meng shook his head resolutely, "I am willing to apologize verbally for the sake of the good neighborliness and friendship between our two countries. If you must want an explanation, then I will teach you how to deal with the one on your side. The superior's report—"

"After you went back, you said that my sword energy has been diluted by sea water. It is very in line with international safety standards, and it is impossible to cause harm to anyone. Therefore, the death of the two submarines was an accident. It has nothing to do with me. Any relationship, and naturally it has nothing to do with you, Aso-kun.

As for how to formulate international safety standards... You big nuclear nations are experts in this regard. Just compare it with Fukushima's wastewater standards and do it again. As a layman, I won't talk too much. "

"..."

Taro Aso was speechless again. He sat opposite Meng Lang for a long time, and he stood up with a pale face: "In that case, I'm sorry to disturb Meng Jun's meal, and I will leave."

"No." Meng Lang lowered his head and swiped at Xiaopozhan with his mobile phone, and waved his other hand holding the chopsticks as easily as if he was flying a fly.

After the ugly Neon man turned and left, Zhang Chulan and Zhang Lingyu couldn't wait to sit down beside Meng.

Zhang Lingyu's face was full of admiration: "Leader, Lingyu admires you so much! Does this mean that a weak country has no diplomacy!"

"Master, you are amazing! How do you know that the Nihong people dare not retaliate?" Zhang Chulan's tone was also full of excitement.

"The reason is simple."

Putting down his chopsticks with a smile, Meng Lang looked at the two of them and spoke earnestly.

"When you are away from home, the motherland behind you is your backing. If it is strong enough, no one will dare to bully you or ignore you.

When the motherland is weak, so what if you are the victor in the world war?If the great powers say they don’t recognize you, they won’t recognize you. It’s obviously your homeland, and they can give it to whoever they say they want, even if you have all the morals.

And when the motherland is strong and prosperous, as it is now, as long as it is reasonable and not too much, even if you want to make use of it, it’s okay to draw your sword to express the embarrassment in history-this is a weak country without diplomacy meaning. "

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