Chapter 689

Hans will directly name the team in Macao, which is beyond everyone's expectation. After all, the relationship between M and China has always been a superficial friendship, and there are countless frictions between the two countries in private competition for resources.

Hans has never visited China.

Wu Hua was an agitator at that time. He just stole the cigarette and fell to the ground. When he stood up, he stamped it out with one foot and twisted his face. He was the same flattering smile as everyone else.

"This is Ambassador Hans. I've heard a lot about him. Thank you for paying attention to our student art team in Macao. This is a member of the student union of our high school of excellence and the student with the highest grades." after Wu Hua changed to English, his mouth became more sharp. He flattered and introduced his identity in a few words.

"Yingcai high school is indeed an excellent team. I have heard a little about it." as an excellent diplomat, Hans can make it impossible for people to see the clue even if he has not heard of the name, and even talk about some practical content in simple terms, "I have always admired Chinese culture. I saw an ancient Chinese calligraphy and painting at the auction some time ago. I was attracted by the calligraphy on it. Recently, I am also very interested in this aspect."

This is a foreigner who doesn't understand the process of return.

Wu Hua quietly tucking in his heart, but the smile on his face is more sincere and fervent. "Rare ambassadors love to have the opportunity to make complaints about my Chinese culture is the honor of our elite high school. If the ambassador does not mind, I will prepare ink and paper inkstones for you to show the students at the scene."

Now that you are on the exhibition platform, you should always be ready to display art for guests, and sometimes compete in the same game.

But Huo junsen didn't expect to show calligraphy today.

Seeing the wink of Envoy Wu Hua, it was obvious that he fooled him casually, but it did not accord with his rigorous style of work.

"Mr. Hans, most of the students in our group are good at painting and musical instruments. They only know a little about calligraphy. If they don't do well, please forgive me."

He simply singled out the situation and did not want to tarnish the national essence with careless technology.

Hans appreciated his honesty and said he wanted to see the students' works.

The team members who had just prepared came to the stage to grind ink and lay rice paper. When the ink fragrance spread, a breath from the mysterious East made everyone wait.

"China has a history of 5000 years of inheritance, and writing is one of the oldest civilizations. I always think there are many secrets hidden in the writing. After Macao's return, the economy has also developed rapidly in recent years." Hans chatted with Wu Hua while watching the students' writing.

"Yes, the people of Macao decades ago never expected to have today's glory." Wu Hua didn't know the other party's intention, and his regular answer made Qin Qing sitting behind laugh.

Because of the angle, Hans didn't see her, but she could hear the conversation clearly.

"I heard that Macao succeeded the new gambling king. He is still very young. I wonder if the teacher has seen him?"

When she heard this, Qin Qing already knew the other party's intention to find talents.

"Mr. Hans is joking. The gambling king is the most famous person in Macao. Everyone has heard of this taboo, but it's not so easy to see the gambling king." Wu Hua laughed at the fantasy of the fake foreign devils. When the gambling king is a cabbage on the street, he can see it if he wants to, but his face is serious, "However, the new gambling king has been recovering from illness since the competition. He has not participated in any visit, and we can't see it."

Even when the competition was held, the videos rarely gave close-up shots, and now there is no picture on the Internet.

"Are you sick?" Hans seemed to resent the answer, and his mature face was worried.

At this time, the calligraphy was just finished. Everyone gathered around to appreciate it and praised it, good or bad. On some occasions, the atmosphere and compliment were sometimes far better than others. At this time, all they had to do was to make Hans happy and make a good impression.

Huo junsen was extremely impatient with this bureaucratic perfunctory, and stood aside with his lips pursed and kept silent.

"Mr. Hans, this student's work is not very mature, so you can have a look at it at will." Wu Hua glanced at the calligraphy and didn't find any advantages or disadvantages. He smashed his mouth and said vaguely.

Hans nodded slightly, politely walked to the table and looked at the pen and ink of the rice paper on the table. The poems outlined horizontally and vertically by the authentic small block letters were like those extended from the printed matter, regular and neat, but without aura.

"Is this the best level in the team?" Hans mused and asked.

As soon as the words came out, the crowd who had just been full of praise was silent, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on their faces.

"Well, our students are lacking in knowledge." Wu Hua bowed his head and apologized. He couldn't tell whether he was depressed or happy.

Hans shook his head and said politely, "this is just my whim. I hope to cooperate again next time."

The implication is that he has no intention of choosing a team from Macao.

Huo junsen didn't expect that his first failure would be lost in calligraphy. Looking at the eyes of schadenfreude or compassion around him, the young man's chest seemed to be burning a fire, making him slowly clench his fist.

"President, are you not reconciled?" at this time, a light and pleasant female voice came from the side, with a slight smile, which added fuel to the fire.

Huo junsen quickly took back his emotion, looked at the front and didn't even turn the corners of his eyes. He said calmly, "your skills are not as good as others. Go back and add another training project."

Next time, he won't fall in the same place.

In the end, it is a child of noble origin. No matter how measured, it is still difficult to get rid of his arrogant nature. This defeat finally hit him.

Qin Qing grasped this point well and said quietly with his back hands: "if I help the talents find the field, can you promise me a condition?"

what? Huo junsen frowned and looked down at the girl. The bottom of his eyes had been stained with ice cold, "what do you want?"

"Don't be nervous." Qin Qing raised her head, showed a white and childish face, and briefly raised the corners of her mouth, "I just want you to help me heal someone."

She knew that the Huo family would not do it easily, so she could only take the opportunity to make conditions.

This also eased Huo junsen's face and relaxed his vigilance. "As long as you can do it, I can promise you."

This standard is recognized by Hans.

When she got the promise, Qin Qing turned her head and walked to the table. "Mr. Hans, stop. I've also practiced some calligraphy. Let me try."

Hans, who was about to leave, stopped and turned his head suddenly.

"Miss Qin?!"