It was a very lively day for District 11.
Ever since the "live broadcast", the phones of various departments in District 11 had been ringing off the hook. Not only did the people of District 11 carry out angry protests and demonstrations, but even many Britanians were shocked. Although they also lived in District 11, they rarely left their block, so of course they didn't know much about the concentration camps.
Of course, it was undeniable that the Britanians had a deep-rooted and superior mindset towards the residents of District 11. This was understandable. After all, the Britanians won the war between the two countries. They thought they were stupid, stupid, stupid, and deserved it.
But when it came to the massacre of unarmed civilians, it was a different matter.
This was especially true after this incident was broadcasted all over the world.
In fact, many people had already gone to Shinjuku to try to find out the truth of the incident. The media from various countries stationed in District 11 were also jumping up and down in excitement. District 11 couldn't do anything about it. They could keep an eye on the media under them, but they couldn't control the media reporters from the Eurasian Federation or the Chinese Federation. What should they do then? If they let them in, the so-called poison gas theory would collapse on its own.
If they didn't let them in, then they also had a guilty conscience.
No matter what they chose, they would lose!
In the end, District 11 could only bite the bullet and seal off the entire Shinjuku concentration camp, insisting that it was a poison gas attack. At the same time, they also carried out rescue operations for the residents of the Shinjuku concentration camp.
This was also to refute the recording of the conversation played on the show … Clovis personally ordered the entire Shinjuku to be cleaned up at that time. If he really killed everyone, it would be troublesome!
Therefore, the government could only refute the rumor, claiming that Clovis meant to "clean up" the terrorists hiding in the concentration camp, not to target civilians, and that the government was currently treating those civilians … Of course, they had to at least show their attitude, right?
But the District 11 government was just a chicken feather, so it had nothing to do with Fangzheng.
After the live broadcast, he left Shinjuku with the others and returned to the bustling commercial district.
"Then, let's call it a day. I didn't have much fun … You guys go back to the hotel first and meet up with Xia Shi and the others."
Glancing at the time displayed on his personal terminal, Fangzheng said. Upon hearing his words, the girls nodded.
"What about you, Mr. Fangzheng?"
"I'm going to the Chinese Federation's embassy to attend a banquet and have some fun."
Facing Asuna's question, Fangzheng extended his hand with a smile. His slender fingers contracted and extended, and a scarlet invitation letter appeared in Fangzheng's hand.
Although Fangzheng's plan was to integrate the 11th District into the Chinese Federation, this kind of thing was not something that could be done on a whim. Fangzheng also wanted to see for himself what the situation of the Chinese Federation in this world was like. Of course, if there were any problems, he did not mind using his own means to improve the Chinese Federation.
After all, helping the 11th District was only righteous. His hometown was the most important!
If he didn't leave the good stuff for his own family, could it be that he would leave it to the servants of other families?
Night fell.
When Fangzheng arrived at the Chinese Federation's embassy, it was already evening. With the identity he had designed beforehand and the authority he obtained after hacking into the terminal, he easily broke through the tight security and entered the embassy's banquet hall.
Unlike the hustle and bustle outside, the banquet hall was still as lively and luxurious as ever. This was a matter of course. Although the Shinjuku incident shocked many people, for the people in the banquet hall, Shinjuku had nothing to do with them. Even if they were shocked by what happened to the residents of Shinjuku, it was nothing more than that.
As an ordinary diplomatic banquet, the whole process of the banquet was quite boring for Fangzheng. It was nothing more than a group of high-ranking officials and nobles moaning and moaning, while the people below casually chimed in. Just like now, the woman with long black hair standing in front of him was actually talking about world peace … Haha ….
"What a merchant girl who doesn't know the pain of her country's demise.
Fangzheng snorted lightly when he heard the man's words, which sounded like a child's dream. But at that moment, a crisp and pleasant voice came from Fangzheng's side.
"From what you said, you don't agree with Princess Marina's words?"
Fangzheng raised his eyebrows when he heard the voice. He turned his head to look at the person beside him. There, he saw a pretty girl in a cheongsam with a ponytail and a beautiful figure. She was holding a glass of champagne and looking at him with a smile.
"Such an attitude is very rude to Her Royal Highness, Princess Marina."
"I'm not interested in her, so I don't care whether I offend her or not. This kind of naive and childish speech has no market at the moment."
The other party spoke in Chinese, so Fangzheng naturally replied in Chinese.
"The threat of the Reapers has just passed. No one knows what kind of dangerous enemies there are in the vast universe. War will not change because of the will of humans. Even if we call for peace, will the other party be willing to talk about peace with us? You won't discuss peaceful coexistence with a defenseless monkey. Of course, it's a different story in a zoo. "
"Interesting point of view."
The girl blinked when she heard Fangzheng's answer.
"So, do you think reconciliation between all humans is impossible?"
"Of course not. If there's a force, then it's still possible. In fact, the Reapers are such an opportunity, aren't they? Although they cause unimaginable disasters and harm, it's precisely because of the existence of the Reapers that the Adjusters, Homo Evolutis, Earthlings, and so on can abandon the estrangement between them and fight together. From this point of view …. "
As he spoke, Fangzheng raised his chin and nodded at the long black hair in front of him.
"One Reaper is more useful than a hundred Royal Highnesses."
"If Her Royal Highness Princess Marina hears your words, she will definitely be angry. After all, as a girl, she doesn't want to compare herself to those terrifying metal monsters."
As she spoke, the bun girl extended her hand to Fangzheng.
"Nice to meet you. My name is Wang Liumei, a member of the delegation from the Chinese Federation. May I ask who you are …."
"I'm Fangzheng, just an ordinary citizen."
Fangzheng shook her hand and smiled at her. Wang Liumei giggled when she heard Fangzheng's answer.
"Ordinary commoners wouldn't be able to enter such a banquet hall."
"Actually, I snuck in."
Fangzheng raised the wine glass in his hand.
"I heard there's a banquet here today, so I thought I might be able to get a good meal. That's why I came."
"Huhuhu …."
Wang Liumei couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.
"So, is this banquet to your liking, Mr. Fangzheng?"
"Not at all."
Fangzheng shook his head with a disappointed expression.
"The Kung Pao Chicken is too strong, and the Dongpo Pork is too greasy. Only the Meatballs and Mapo Tofu are barely worth mentioning. As for the Yangzhou fried rice …. I don't even want to mention it."
Fangzheng was telling the truth this time. He didn't know if the Chinese cuisine of this world had gone astray, or if the chef hired by the embassy was a noob. In short …. Fangzheng was very unhappy with the food.
Of course, he wasn't lying. In fact, the main purpose of Fangzheng sneaking into the banquet was to taste the food of his country.
Fangzheng originally thought the food in the embassy would be more authentic ….
Wow, if this was the Chinese cuisine of this world, then Fangzheng would really be helpless. He had never learned how to make glowing dishes!
"If Chef Li hears your evaluation, Mr. Fangzheng, he will definitely cry."
Wang Liumei rolled her eyes.
"By the way, Mr. Fangzheng, this is your first time in District 11, right?"
"That's right."
"In that case, let me take Mr. Fangzheng to a Chinese restaurant I'm very familiar with. I promise you, the food there will definitely satisfy you."
"Really?"
Upon hearing that, Fangzheng's eyes lit up.
"Then I'll wait and see."
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