Agree to attend
The incident of "telling lies about Zhong Ling will be punished by God" came strangely and went away quickly.
The absurd family reunion meeting on the Internet ended just like that.
But this is just an appearance.
Inside the State Guesthouse, Hamilton frowned as he looked at the report handed to him by his assistant.
The report analyzed the dozen or so live broadcast accidents in detail, but the conclusion was just one line: they cannot be explained by existing science and technology.
"Perhaps this is China's hacking technology, or some kind of psychological suggestion?" the assistant guessed in a low voice.
Hamilton threw the report on the table and leaned back on the sofa with his usual arrogant look.
"Whether it's Eastern witchcraft or something else, it's just unorthodox methods.
The farce of a bunch of clowns will not affect our plan."
Their real target has always been Zhong Ling herself.
"They think we'll give up just by hiding them and using this ridiculous diversionary method?" Hamilton sneered. "They're still naive."
He stood up, adjusted his tie, and gave himself a perfect smile in the mirror.
"Get ready and hold another press conference," he ordered.
"This time, we will set up the stage, turn on the spotlights, and then, with the most sincere gesture, invite Ms. Zhong Ling to come to the stage in person."
Half an hour later, a press conference broadcast live to the world was held again.
Hamilton stood at the podium, speaking sincerely and humbly: "We deeply regret the recent unwarranted harassment targeting Ms. Zhong Ling's personal life on the Internet.
The purpose of our trip has always been only one - for the future of all mankind.
We firmly believe that Ms. Zhong Ling’s research results should not be covered up.
Here, I, Arthur Hamilton, on behalf of the joint negotiating team, formally and publicly invite Ms. Zhong Ling to attend our negotiations.
The world is waiting for you."
This gives Zhong Ling the choice. Come or not, she must make a choice because the whole world is watching and waiting.
…
In the yard, the afternoon sun shines through the branches of the grape vines, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground.
Zhong Ling was lying in a rocking chair, leisurely reading an ancient book. On the stone table next to her was a cup of steaming spiritual tea.
Zhou Zhenguo hurried to the courtyard, saw that the gate was not locked, knocked on the door, and pushed it open and went in.
As soon as he entered the yard and saw Zhong Ling so leisurely, he felt as if all his anxiety was soothed.
Zhou Zhenguo walked to the stone table and saw an empty teacup next to it, so he poured himself a cup of tea.
After drinking it in one gulp, I felt the anger in my body subside a little.
Zhong Ling didn't take her eyes off the ancient book. She simply asked calmly, "Again?"
"Hamilton held another press conference." Zhou Zhenguo breathed a sigh of relief and then said, his tone somewhat heavy, "They publicly announced that they would invite you to attend the negotiations."
"Oh." Zhong Ling turned a page of the book and reacted very calmly when she heard this.
The corner of Zhou Zhenguo's mouth twitched.
He knew he couldn't use common sense to speculate about the person in front of him, so he could only bite the bullet and continue, "Comrade Zhong Ling, I know you're afraid of trouble and don't want to get involved.
But... in the current situation, the other party has named you and put you in the spotlight.
If we don't respond, we will be very passive in international public opinion.
They will say we are restricting your personal freedom, or even... placing you under house arrest."
Zhong Ling finally closed the book and looked up at Zhou Zhenguo.
Her eyes were clear, revealing no emotion.
"so?"
These two words left Zhou Zhenguo speechless, even though he had prepared a lot of speeches.
He felt like all his strength was hitting the cotton.
The emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is. Even the protagonist is not anxious, so why is he anxious here? Hey...
He took a deep breath and decided not to beat around the bush: "So... we want to hear your thoughts.
After all, this matter was caused by you, and it will ultimately be up to you to put an end to it.
Whatever decision you make, we will respect it and cooperate fully with you.”
He did not mention any national interests or national justice.
After several contacts with Zhong Ling, Zhou Zhenguo realized that these things might be meaningless to her.
All he could do was state the facts and wait for her decision.
The yard fell silent for a moment, with only a few clear bird calls.
Zhong Ling put down the ancient book and sat up from the rocking chair.
"Those fleas are indeed a bit annoying," she said softly.
Zhou Zhenguo's heart moved. He knew that the "fleas" she was talking about were Hamilton's group.
"I thought that using a little trick to get them to tell the truth would be enough to intimidate them." Zhong Ling said helplessly, "It seems that this is not enough."
Zhou Zhenguo's eyelids twitched when he heard this.
Sure enough, those live broadcast accidents were her doing.
He was now extremely grateful that this person was on his side.
He asked Zhong Ling tentatively: "So what you mean is..."
Zhong Ling propped up her head and looked at Zhou Zhenguo with a calm gaze.
"Are they eager to see me and can't wait to invite me to the negotiations?"
Zhou Zhenguo nodded vigorously, finally waiting for Zhong Ling's positive response!
"They want me to hand over my things in front of the whole world?"
Zhou Zhenguo nodded again, feeling increasingly nervous.
"Okay." Zhong Ling suddenly said.
"Ah?" Zhou Zhenguo was stunned.
He had imagined countless reactions from Zhong Ling: refusal, making conditions, or simply ignoring him.
I just didn't expect that she would agree so readily.
"I said, you can go meet them." Zhong Ling repeated, her tone as relaxed as if she was talking about what to eat in the evening.
"When you have mosquitoes buzzing around you all the time, it really affects your mood.
So for the sake of peace and quiet, we have to kill them all at once."
Beat...beat to death?
Zhou Zhenguo felt his heart beating alternately, like riding a roller coaster.
He should have been surprised to hear Zhong Ling say this, but he felt very uneasy.
He had no way of predicting what would happen when this big boss showed up at the negotiating table.
He knew that no matter what happened then, he would not be able to stop it.
"Then...what are your requirements? Or what preparations do you need us to make?" he asked quickly.
Zhong Ling waved her hand and picked up the ancient book again.
"No need." She said calmly, "Tell them I'll decide the time and place, and they can wait for my notification."
In the sunlight, the lines of her profile are soft and her expression is calm, but the words she says are enough to stir up the world.
Zhou Zhenguo looked at her, feeling very nervous. Although he had no idea what trick Zhong Ling was planning, he had a strong premonition.
This Hongmen Banquet, which was carefully planned by Country M and which thought it had a sure win, will probably be difficult to end.
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