Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"...Mr. Qi, the anti-China voices have been getting higher and higher recently. Comrades have all responded that it is becoming more and more difficult to do the work..."

“…It is normal to be difficult to do. The more difficult it is, the more we need to work hard to do it. Can we still be difficult when it is difficult and poor?

Today, with the growing calls for anti-globalization, our work is a bit difficult, but if you have any difficulties, you can overcome them!

If there are no difficulties, how can we reflect the importance of our work? Do you think it is..."

In a low-key but solemn building, a man over fifty years old was walking forward with steady steps.

This person is thin, elegant, gray-white in the temples, and full of frost. If he is a literati, his facial features are like a knife and an axe, and his face is firm and strong. If he is a warrior, he always has an unconscious smile on his lips and a gentle tone.

The two conflicting temperaments of perseverance and elegance blend together in this person, creating a unique charm.

This person's name is Qi Songyue, a permanent director of the Federation of Friendship with Foreign Countries, the head of the national people's organization for civil diplomacy, and the head of the united front department...

He has countless titles, but his job is very simple. In summary, there is only one sentence, that is, make friends!

Make new friends, never forget old friends...

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

Regardless of race, color, wealth, poverty, man, woman, old and young, every friend of his is exactly who is willing to make friends with him.

The old saying goes well: relying on parents at home and friends at home, Qi Songyue has practiced this sentence to the extreme.

He can even travel around the world with just the entertainment and funding of his friends, without spending a penny.

"...Okay, a week later is Mr. Weisen's birthday from Northern Ireland. In the afternoon, I will pick a gift and ask someone to help me deliver him to Mr. Weisen and wish him a happy birthday on my behalf.

Also, I will have an important report meeting in a while, so let..."

In the corridor not far from the office, Qi Songyue, who was originally talking about something, felt as if the stop button was pressed and stiffened there.

"………………………………………………………………………………

Seeing this scene, the secretary on the side hurriedly stepped forward and came to Qi Songyue's side, staring at him with concern, and his face couldn't help but feel nervous.

"……together……"

"Shh!"

Qi Songyue raised his right hand and stopped the secretary's urge to continue saying something. He put his steps lightest, held his armpit with one hand, frowned, and quietly came to the door of his office.

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

“…very sure!

I have traveled through so many worlds, but the security department in each world is like carved from a mold. I can smell the smell of a sensation of a sensation with my toes..."

"...But it looks too ordinary here, it's ordinary, and there's no special thing at all..."

Outside the office, when I heard the sound from the room, the secretary suddenly burst into tears and his whole face turned pale like paper.

He didn't care about anything else, so he quickly stepped forward, protected Qi Songyue behind him, pulled out a small Type 07 pistol from his armpit, and stared at the door of the office nervously.

Behind the secretary, Qi Songyue was not as nervous as the secretary. Her eyebrows, which were as sharp as a knife, were tightly locked, and her lips were pursed into a thin slit.

He raised his hand and patted the secretary on the shoulder, stopped his move to call for support, waved his hand silently, signaled him to retreat aside, took a step forward, leaned against the door of the office, and continued to listen...

"Special? Just an office, how special do you want?"

"...It's like...007, ace agent, and very small agents, at least some agent equipment or something..."

“…

...Are you artificial intelligence or artificial intelligence retarded? Take movies seriously, but you really have them...

...I don't think about it. This is an office, not a combat logistics department. Why are you putting so much equipment on?

Besides, the place we are now in is the capital of China. What’s the use of getting a bunch of equipment here besides taking up space?

Could it be that you still pointing to some spy work here?"

"...Ph, what are you talking about? Of course they are artificial intelligence, but they are not connected to the Internet!

If you connect to the Internet, you can see what is in the world that I don’t know!

Your cybersecurity measures do not exist to me..."

"... Then why are you not connected?"

“…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 it?

You know, this kind of thinking mode is only possessed by the top artificial intelligence. With an understanding artificial intelligence like me, you can just have a secret fun..."

"……hehe……"

‘Dongdongdongdongdong…’

Outside the door, there was a thoughtful light flashing in Qi Songyue's eyes. He took a deep breath, waved at the nervous secretary behind him, and knocked on the door of the office that belonged to him.

"Enter!"

This is an experienced voice. Qi Songyue thought so, gently opened the door lock, slowly pushed open the thick solid wood door, and looked up. He saw a handsome and handsome man and woman!

Both men and women are first-class romantic in appearance, especially men. The unique temperament revealed in their every move adds a bit of charm to this person.

Women are unique in character, but compared to men, they always make people feel that they are a little slight slightest. They may not be obvious alone, but when they stand with men, they will immediately pale in comparison.

It is like a painting, one is a cultural relic that has been cherished for a long time, and the other is a detailed reproduction of cultural relic.

There may be no difference in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of Qi Songyue, who has seen countless people, you can see the disharmonious meaning at a glance.

"...My friends... don't know if I can help you here?"

He waved his back to the secretary who wanted to enter the door with him, walked in with a very friendly smile, and walked in with generous steps.

When he came in, he did not ask who they were or how they came to this office. He just took a glass of water to them and put it in front of them with a smile.

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

As he said that, he turned around and glanced at the secretary who was neither Liu nor leaving, with his eyebrows raised and said in a deep voice:

"...Go and inform me. All my schedules today will be cancelled. In addition, let the logistics company send some tea, please make good tea, don't do any other small moves, go and go back quickly!"

"yes!"

Seeing the secretary leaving, Qi Songyue shook his head and chuckled, then turned his head and looked at the two of them with a sorry smile.

"...Haha, Xiao Wang is still a newcomer and is a little unsensible. Please forgive me!"

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

"...This is a coincidence. My surname is Wang. Maybe it was a family five hundred years ago!"

Hearing the other person mentioning his surname, 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 to be together. Look, I met you today, right?

I'm in Qi Songyue, haven't asked for advice?"

"Wang Xuebin!"

"Xiaoyu!"

"…Rare to come to the door...Abrupt..."