This is a very busy day for District 11.
Since that "live broadcast", the phones of various departments in District 11 have been almost blown up. Not only did the people in District 11 protest and march angrily, but even many Britannians were shocked. Although they also lived in District 11, they rarely left their neighborhoods and of course did not know the situation in those concentration camps.
Of course, it is undeniable that the Britannians have a deep-rooted, superior victor mentality towards the residents of District 11, which is understandable. After all, we won the war between the two countries, and we think you are stupid, foolish, and you deserve it.
But when it comes to the massacre of unarmed civilians, that's another matter.
This is especially true after the incident was broadcast globally.
In fact, many people have already gone to Shinjuku to try to find out the truth of the incident, and the media from various countries stationed in District 11 are also jumping up and down excitedly. District 11 has no way to deal with this. They can pay attention to the media under their control, but it is impossible to control the media reporters from the Eurasian Federation or the Chinese Federation. What will they do then? If you let them in, then the so-called poison gas theory will be broken.
If you don't let others in, it means you have something to hide.
No matter which choice you make, you lose!
In the end, District 11 had no choice but to blockade the entire Shinjuku Concentration Camp, insisting that it was a gas attack. At the same time, they also took rescue actions for the residents of the Shinjuku Concentration Camp.
This was also to refute the recorded conversation that was played on the show... You have to know that Clovis personally ordered the cleanup of the entire Shinjuku. If they really killed everyone, it would be troublesome!
So the authorities could only dispel the rumor, claiming that Clovis meant to "clear out" the terrorists hiding in the concentration camps and was not targeting civilians, and that the authorities were currently treating those civilians... Of course, at least you have to make your attitude clear, right?
However, the mess in District 11’s government had nothing to do with Fang Zheng.
After the live broadcast, he took others away from Shinjuku and returned to the bustling commercial district.
"Well, let's stop here today. Even though we didn't have a lot of fun... you guys should go back to the hotel and meet up with Xia Shi and the others."
After taking a look at the time displayed on his personal terminal, Fang Zheng began to speak, and the girls nodded when they heard him speak.
"What about you, Mr. Fang Zheng?"
"I'm going to the Chinese Federation's embassy to attend a dinner and have some fun."
In response to Asuna's question, Fang Zheng smiled and stretched out his hand. His slender fingers shrank and stretched, and then a bright red invitation letter appeared in Fang Zheng's hand.
Although Fang Zheng's plan was to merge District 11 into the Chinese Federation, he certainly couldn't just rush into it. Fang Zheng also wanted to see for himself what the Chinese Federation in this world was like. Of course, if there were any problems, he wouldn't mind using his own methods to improve the Chinese Federation.
After all, helping District 11 is just a matter of obligation, hometown is the most important!
If you don't keep the good things for your own family, will you leave them to your slaves?
Night falls.
When Fang Zheng arrived at the Embassy of the Chinese Federation, it was already evening. With the help of the identity he had designed long ago and the permissions he obtained after invading the terminal, he easily broke through the tight security and entered the banquet hall of the embassy.
Unlike the noise outside, the banquet hall was still full of lights, wine and women, and a life of luxury. This was understandable. Although the Shinjuku incident shocked many people, for those who were currently in the banquet hall, Shinjuku had nothing to do with them. Even if they were shocked by the experience of the Shinjuku residents, it was just that at best.
As an ordinary diplomatic dinner, the whole process was quite boring to Fang Zheng. It was nothing more than a group of dignitaries moaning without reason, and the people below casually echoed a few words. Just like now, the black-haired woman standing in front of him kept talking about world peace... Hehe...
"It is true that the merchant woman knows not the sorrow of losing her country, and still sings the song of love across the river."
Listening to the other party's speech that sounded like a child's dream, Fang Zheng snorted and spoke. However, at this moment, a clear and pleasant voice came from beside Fang Zheng.
"From what you said, you don't agree with what Princess Marina said?"
Hearing this voice, Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows, then he turned his head to look beside him, and saw a girl wearing a cheongsam, with a good figure, a bun and a ponytail, holding a glass of champagne and looking at him with a smile.
"This attitude is very rude to Princess Marina, isn't it?"
"I have no interest in her, so I don't care if it offends her. This kind of naive and childish speech is the least popular at the moment."
The other party spoke Chinese, so Fang Zheng naturally answered directly in Chinese.
"The threat of the Reapers has just passed. No one knows what dangerous enemies there are in the vast universe. War will not change with human will. Even if we call for peace, will the other side be willing to talk about peace with us? You won't discuss peaceful coexistence with an unarmed monkey - of course, it's another story in the zoo."
“Interesting take.”
Hearing Fang Zheng's answer, the girl blinked.
"You think, then, that reconciliation among all mankind is impossible?"
"Of course not. If there is a force, then it is still possible. In fact, the Reapers are such an opportunity, aren't they? Although they have caused unimaginable disasters and damage, it is precisely because of the existence of these Reapers that the Adjusters, New Humans, Earthlings, etc. can put aside the barriers between each other and fight together. From this point of view..."
As he spoke, Fang Zheng raised his chin and nodded at the man with long straight black hair in front of him.
"One reaper is more useful than a hundred princesses."
"If Princess Marina heard what you said, she would definitely be angry. After all, as a girl, she doesn't want to be compared with those scary metal monsters."
As she spoke, the bun-haired girl stretched out her hand towards Fang Zheng.
"Nice to meet you. My name is Wang Liumei, and I am a member of the Chinese Federation delegation. May I ask who you are?"
"Fang Zheng is just an ordinary citizen."
Fang Zheng held the hand that the other party extended and smiled at her. Upon hearing Fang Zheng's answer, Wang Liumei chuckled.
"Ordinary people can't enter a banquet hall like this, okay?"
“Actually, I sneaked in.”
Fang Zheng raised the wine glass in his hand.
"Because I heard that there would be a banquet here today, I thought I could have a good meal, so I came here."
“Huff, huff, huff…”
Hearing this, Wang Liumei couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.
"So, is this dinner party to your liking, Mr. Fang Zheng?"
"Not at all."
Fang Zheng shook his head, revealing a look of great disappointment.
"Kung Pao Chicken is too strong, Dongpo Pork is too greasy, and only Lion's Head and Mapo Tofu are barely worth mentioning. As for Yangzhou Fried Rice... I don't even want to mention it."
Fang Zheng was telling the truth this time. He didn't know whether the cuisine of the Chinese Federation in this world had gone astray or the chef hired by the embassy was a mediocre chef. In short... Fang Zheng was very unhappy with the meal.
Of course, he didn't lie. In fact, Fang Zheng's main purpose in sneaking into the banquet this time was to taste his own food.
Originally, Fang Zheng thought the food in the embassy would be more authentic...
Wow, if this was Chinese food from this world, Fang Zheng would be really helpless, because he has never learned how to make glowing food!
"If Master Li heard your comments, Mr. Fang Zheng, he would definitely cry."
Speaking of this, Wang Liumei rolled her eyes.
"By the way, Mr. Fang Zheng, this is your first time in District 11, right?"
"That's right."
"In that case, let me take Mr. Fang Zheng to a Chinese restaurant that I am very familiar with. I assure you that the food there will satisfy you."
"real?"
Hearing this, Fang Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Then I'll wait and see."