He captured the silhouettes of two soldiers, both with serious, expressionless faces. The deliberately dimmed lighting made them appear completely different from the honest, simple farmers from the Welsh countryside standing behind them.
So that's the representative of the advance team? Why does he seem completely different from Chen Ke and the others?
They didn't act friendly, nor did they give the media time to take photos. Didn't they intend to please the media?
To be honest, Nie Jiajun wasn't curious when they arrived. He had imagined that the soldiers would be like the British soldiers, chatting and laughing, and shaking hands with everyone. But the mainland soldiers were like walking playing cards, which aroused even his curiosity as a spoiled young master.
He looked at Huo Qi and whispered, "I feel like they're really good at fighting."
A reporter standing nearby said, "I feel like if they wanted to unify the country by force, it wouldn't take them more than a minute. Keep your voices down."
Huo Qi was in a bad mood because he lost his job and his house, and he started swearing at people.
Nie Jiajun gave him a nickname: Hong Kong's Number One Sprayer.
But he actually smiled, which was rare for him, and leaned closer to Nie Jiajun, saying, "They look just like your niece."
Nie Jiajun said that he felt like he only caught a glimpse of those two soldiers and didn't know how to describe them.
Their manners were impeccable, and their gait was exactly the same as his mother's.
It has a domineering aura that looks down on the world and all living beings.
They were clearly guests, visiting guests, but Nie Jiajun had a gut feeling that they were more like Hong Kong landlords than he was.
Thinking of this, Nie Jiajun snapped his fingers: "Brother Huo, today, my dear sister will also make you look at me in a new light."
The radio hissed in the air, and walkie-talkies crackled to life, signaling the arrival of the guests for tonight's banquet.
Luxury cars slowly drove up, and men in suits and ties, and wealthy ladies in medieval-style tutu dresses or slightly simpler modern dresses got out of the cars and stopped on the steps to take pictures.
Colonel Rango and the chief secretary of the official residence, acting as the host's representatives, greeted the distinguished guests at the door.
Huo Qi was dejected because he always felt that the only outstanding people the mainland could select were Chen Ke and his group of police officers. But instead, a group of younger and more handsome men came. Their physiques, their agile steps, and their bulging muscles that even ordinary clothes couldn't hide made him feel a little inferior.
He felt that either of the two representatives from the advance team today could take on someone like Nie Jiajun, let alone eight of them.
To be honest, even if Mrs. Nie had appeared in a bikini today, he wouldn't have been impressed.
He felt a mix of jealousy, sadness, and a sense of injustice and disappointment. But as the frequency of camera flashes and hissing increased, he frowned and looked over. Well, Mrs. Nie was indeed stunningly beautiful today, beyond compare!
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