Commander Chen did not interrupt them, and motioned for them to continue, wanting to hear if there were any newer ideas that could resolve the matter. If we could stop other people's criticism, then it didn't matter what we did.

Erwang glanced at Lin Lan, who signaled him to just go ahead and talk. She knew Erwang. Although he was young, he was very cautious and would never speak without thinking.

Erwang continued, "Chief, foreigners have loved all kinds of gems since ancient times. Gems from Southeast Asia, Persia, and India have also flowed into our country. When the foreign powers invaded us in the late Qing Dynasty, they looted the capital and took away a lot of treasures, including various gems. Their nobles love gems and are willing to pay a higher price to buy better gems."

He paused, looked at Commander Chen, and said with a sad and angry face: "When I read those books, it was really infuriating. Fortunately, we have Chairman M and the Communist Party of China, who drove those bastards out. Now our socialist stones are the gems they pursue for capitalism. This may be our opportunity, and they owe us. Can we use stones to exchange for their better science and technology, more advanced machinery? We can use stones to exchange for good things from them and then research and transform them, which will definitely allow us to enter communism at a rapid pace."

Erwang didn't have much feeling about socialism, capitalism, or communism, but he knew Commander Chen was happy to hear it. He especially liked to hear that his country was using stones to exchange for good things in Europe.

After all, although gemstones are precious and rare, to people who do not love gemstones, they are just stones and do not have much value.

The light in Commander Chen's eyes lit up again. He listened with great interest and motioned Erwang to continue.

Erwang changed the subject and took out a few thumb-sized raw stones from his pocket and placed them on the tea table. "Chief, please have a look."

Commander Chen picked up a piece of raw stone and took a look at it. It was blue and nothing special. He would not pick it up anyway. It could not be used as a bullet, a gun, or food.

Erwang whispered, "Commander, if it is polished into shape, this small stone can be exchanged for a machine gun."

Of course he didn't know the exact amount, but that didn't stop him from tempting Commander Chen.

These are the more transparent and high-quality stones he picked out from the pile of raw stones. Most of the stones are not of such good quality, but it doesn’t matter, as he can always pick out a few of the high-quality ones.

Commander Chen narrowed his eyes, looked at the small stone here and there, and then held it up to the light, but he could not tell that it had such great value.

In his opinion, he wouldn't change a single bullet!

"If that's the case..." Commander Chen hesitated for a moment, "We can study it first and try polishing it."

He would not rush to report to his superiors once his subordinates reported the discovery of a gem mine in the territory. Naturally, he would wait to see results before taking action.

Lin Lan: "Commander, polishing sapphire requires special craftsmen and tools, as well as experience and skills."

Ordinary people cannot do it. Even if they try hard, their lack of experience can easily damage the rough stone, and they cannot maximize the value of the gemstone.

Ancient Chinese gem craftsmen mainly processed jade, but jade is softer than corundum, so it is not easy to process gems in the same way as jade. Therefore, most of the gems in ancient times were simply processed, without the crystal clear and rich styles of later generations.

Lin Lan is not worried about how to process gemstones. As long as there are researchers and craftsmen, they can always find a good way. Moreover, with the advent of electrical appliances, cutting knives and grinders are more advanced, which can save manpower and improve technology.

All she had to do was get the Revolutionary Committee to agree to set up a research office and for her to be able to participate.

Commander Chen nodded and said, "Well, let's set up a materials research lab in the name of the District Revolutionary Committee."

He glanced at Han Qingsong and said, "You will be the director of the office, responsible for security and confidentiality. Comrade Lin Lan will be the head of the technical team, responsible for all other work. If you need anything, give a list to Director Fang of the Revolutionary Committee, and he will be responsible for serving you."

Director Fang is one of the deputy directors of the District Revolutionary Committee. He was promoted by Commander Chen. He is not responsible for government administration, but is more like Commander Chen's adjutant and is deeply trusted by him. He has more freedom and more power than other deputy directors, so it is most appropriate for him to set up this research room.

He directly asked someone to invite Director Fang over to introduce the two parties, and then asked Lin Lan to report the matter in detail to Director Fang.

After listening to this, Director Fang became more interested than Commander Chen. He came from a cultural background and had always been under the command and protection of Commander Chen. He had never been persecuted, so he maintained sufficient energy and interest.

He smiled and said to Commander Chen, "Commander, I will take them to the next office to discuss the details and report back to you in detail."

Commander Chen waved his hand and said, "You go."

After saying goodbye to Commander Chen, they came to another small conference room. Director Fang was very interested and asked Lin Lan and Erwang to speak again.

The two of them told each other what they knew, and Director Fang nodded repeatedly, "That's true."

He said, "We need a research working group, but we can't rush it or make a big fuss." He stood up and paced around the conference room, thinking for a moment, "We can't just set up a research office in the district revolutionary committee."

The District Revolutionary Committee is too big a target and will easily attract attention, so it will not be easy to explain when the time comes.

Lin Lan suggested: "Director Fang, it can be in our county."

Director Fang nodded: "In your county or in the brigade near Xiaoxuan Mountain... Well, you are right, the county is more suitable."

For research purposes, the existing surface raw stones are sufficient and there is no need to mine on a large scale, so it doesn't matter where the laboratory is built. The key is that it is convenient for Lin Lan and his team.

After chatting for a while, Lin Lan and Erwang made a list of tools, craftsmen, and technicians that the laboratory needed.

The tools used to process jade can be the same ones, the craftsmen can be former folk craftsmen, and the technicians can be geologists who have been sent down to the countryside for labor reform.

Director Fang: "Leave these to me to prepare, and you can write a detailed report to me in the next few days."

"Okay." Lin Lan was very happy.

Director Fang: "Comrade Lin Lan, how long do you think it will take for our laboratory to produce results?"

Lin Lan glanced at him, thinking he was just asking casually. Then she received a hint from Erwang's eyes and realized that Director Fang had something else in mind. Was he testing her?

She thought for a moment and said carefully: "Director Fang, to be honest, it may take two years. First, our technology is not up to standard and we need to improve our technology and tools. Second, it will take some time to find suitable craftsmen and technicians. After everything is ready and we start researching, this is the most time-consuming. There is no mature experience in processing gemstones in China, so we can only cross the river by feeling the stones."

Director Fang not only did not complain about the length of time, but instead showed a look of satisfaction on his face. He felt that Lin Lan and the others were reliable and not the kind of people who would seek quick success and instant benefits in order to win credit.

If most people want to curry favor and gain credit, they would be eager to see results tomorrow. Launching a satellite is too scary.

When Lin Lan said two years, he actually felt there was more hope.

"good."

After chatting for a while, Director Fang personally took them to the library of the District Revolutionary Committee to look for books.

These books were all protected by Director Fang and his men in 1966. At that time, the Red Army soldiers were destroying the four olds, smashing and burning everywhere, and many ancient books, rare copies, and thread-bound books were burned. However, Director Fang was safe and sound under the protection of Commander Chen, and he was able to lead his troops to rescue some books, and then locked them in the library he was in charge of as confidential documents. Except for him, no one else could enter or leave at will.

Lin Lan and Erwang followed Director Fang in to look for books. They were more excited than if they had entered a mountain of gems. They thought it was great to find this book, and then they thought it was great to find that book.

Lin Lan was excited because: Oh, he actually has this book!

Erwang was excited because: there were so many books, so many books I had never read! I wanted to read them all! For a child who was eager to learn, books were more attractive than those gems that radiated extravagant light. He simply didn't want to leave.

Lin Lan secretly glanced at Erwang and found that when he held the book, he showed a kind of joy and excitement he had never had before, just like Sanwang seeing the braised pig's trotters or finally being able to go swimming in the water after not going in for a year.

Lin Lan: "Director Fang, if there is anything, we can come and report to you."

Director Fang got along well with them. "If you have anything, give me a call and I'll come over. Just tell me if you need anything."

Lin Lan: "Some professional books..."

Director Fang: "When the time comes, send it to the laboratory along with the stones. Find the ones that can be used and make a list."

Lin Lan: Great! I like leaders like this the most.

She winked at Erwang, and the two of them began to flip through the books. They couldn't go too far the first time, and tried to focus on gems, history, geography, etc. Some of them were written by famous writers in the Republic of China, which were banned as bourgeois sentiment books at the time. For example, they wrote about European and Japanese experiences, customs, and elegant life.

Erwang: "Director Fang, Mom, I can read a book and write a report here."

He needs to learn some basic knowledge of geology, understand some terminology, and then use them in the report, so as to improve the professionalism and level of the report.

As for other specific professional knowledge, we will naturally have to wait until the technicians are in place.

Director Fang smiled and said, "Student Han Wangjun, haste makes waste. Studying is important, but rest is even more important. Only after a good rest can you be more energetic. Go back to sleep and come back tomorrow."

When Erwang saw Director Fang asked him to come and read books in the future, he immediately said that his twin sister could help.

Director Fang did not refuse. He knew that Han Qingsong was a strict and trustworthy person. Lin Lan and Erwang also knew their limits and knew when to advance and retreat. Naturally, the girls would be the same.

"become."

Lin Lan took Erwang and Director Fang to say goodbye.

On the contrary, it seemed that Fang was not yet done. After all, it was not easy to find someone with whom he could chat about culture so pleasantly without touching the political bottom line at this time.

Han Qingsong did not go into the data room, but stood outside to guard it. When he saw them come out, he walked to the door.

Director Fang smiled and said, "Han Qingsong, no matter what position you are in, you are serving the people. That's right."

He shook hands with Han Qingsong and Lin Lan, and then shook hands with Erwang very seriously, not treating him like a child.

Erwang was very excited. He didn't expect Director Fang to respect him so much. However, he looked very calm and shook hands with Director Fang vigorously before saying goodbye.

Han Qingsong drove a jeep and took them back to the guesthouse.

Erwang was immersed in excitement all the way, his eyes were bright and he was smiling all the time. However, when he was excited, he did not chatter non-stop, but became more and more quiet.

Lin Lan patted him and said, "Come on, son."

Erwang: "Mom, I'm so happy."

Lin Lan smiled and said, "Mom is happy too."

Han Qingsong saw the happy faces of the mother and son from the rearview mirror, and his own expression softened involuntarily.

When they returned to the guesthouse, Xiaowang had already fallen asleep. He was very tired from picking stones for the past few days.

Mai Sui was reading a book. When she heard them coming back, she immediately opened the door and asked, "Dad, Mom, did you succeed?"

Lin Lan raised her hand and clapped her hands. "With your help, how can we not succeed?"

Erwang immediately pulled Mai Sui to tell her what excited him the most, "Starting tomorrow, we can go to the library to read. There are so many books in there that you can't find anywhere else."

Mai Sui also became interested, "Really? Really?"

Lin Lan confirmed: "It's true."

Erwang sighed: "It's really nice to sit under a big tree and enjoy the coolness."

Director Fang has the protection of Commander Chen, so he can be protected in the District Revolutionary Committee and can thrive like a fish in water. It's really good.

Lin Lan smiled and said, "When you are weak, lean on the big tree to accumulate strength. When you are strong enough, you should hold up the world and protect others from wind and rain."

No one can take without giving. Passing on the gifts received from others is the way to repay.

In the next few days, Mai Sui and Er Wang went to the data room to read books and write reports, while Han Qingsong took Lin Lan to help set up a materials research laboratory.

As for what materials are needed, the authorities do not need to specify it clearly. In many places, there are such institutions with vague names and functions. As for what they do, there is no need to explain it to others, just keep the internal understanding.

The expenses and food of this laboratory all come from the military sub-district, not the district revolutionary committee's account, so there is no need to report to the provincial revolutionary committee. The military sub-district has the power to allocate funds for anything, and as long as it is not for making weapons, it does not need to report to the higher-level military department. This is also a common practice.

Director Fang used his connections with Commander Chen to find technicians or geologists from the May 7th Cadre Schools and labor reform farms. In his opinion, these people were reformed only because they were not active enough in the revolution or for other reasons, not because of the contradiction between the enemy and us. Once the government needs them, it is time for them to be reformed.

These people were recruited, and they worked diligently and conscientiously, and they kept their mouths shut.

They are only obsessed with research and scholarship, and they would be happier if they could continue their academic pursuits.

These past few days, Da Wang participated in the closed elite selection training for Ji Tingshen and his group of soldiers. No one was allowed to visit him, so Lin Lan and the others didn't see him.

Han Qingsong had to go back to work, so Lin Lan took the three children to look for information and survey the terrain in the district, trying to write a report on Xiaoxuan Mountain.

During this period, they kept an eye on the radio. Unfortunately, they could not hear live broadcasts from abroad, but they could hear some information about the preparations before the Asian Games when the news was broadcast.

You may even hear unexpected surprises, such as "Our sports delegation was the first to arrive at the Tehran Asian Games Village, and the first to raise our five-star red flag there!"

"Our athletes are full of energy. Under the guidance of Chairman M and the Party Central Committee and the leadership of their coaches, they are undergoing arduous training. I believe they will surely win glory for the country."

"Iran's Prince Ghulam and his wife, accompanied by our ambassador to Iran, cordially visited our sports delegation."

"Mrs. Guram accidentally visited the training of our swimmer Comrade Han Wangmin and praised him highly."

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These news made Lin Lan extremely happy. Finding the information she wanted from these news was more exciting than hearing positive reports.

"Mom, do you think Sanwang will bring us a big prize?" Mai Sui looked longing. No one around Sanwang was as good as him, and she thought her brother was the best.

Xiao Wang was even more confident about his third brother, "Of course, my third brother will definitely win the gold medal."

Erwang was more reserved, but also full of confidence. "If we play it conservatively, we can at least get a bronze medal. The radio also said that those who can participate in the Asian Games are already masters among masters, and it is even more amazing to win a medal."

Although Sanwang is still young and his strength is not superior to that of athletes aged 17 or 18, swimming is not like tug-of-war. It is not just about strength, but also about the speed at which one can break through the resistance of the water and whether one can paddling underwater with both hands in the shortest time and with maximum power.

Sanwang has always been envied by others because his skin is as smooth as fish scales. Water seems to have little resistance to him. People say he is born to be an aquatic person, so they call him Little Flying Fish.

They have full confidence in Sanwang, and Sanwang himself is also full of confidence.

He never thought about surpassing anyone, he just thought that he was faster today than he was yesterday. Even if there was no obvious change in time, he could feel the subtle difference.

At the moment of jumping into the water, is the force of pushing off the ground enough, is the speed fast enough, and is the posture of entering the water perfect?

Before his hands enter the water, he must start to gather strength to move, rather than waiting until his entire body is in the water. He is a little different from other freestyle swimmers today. Others rely mainly on the power of their legs to kick the water frequently, and then use their arms to move the body forward. However, he reduces the number of times his legs kick the water, increases the strength and speed of his arms, and shortens the time his arms are in the water, in order to achieve maximum efficiency.

On this day, he was training in the swimming pool with Coach Bian. There were also athletes from other countries training here, including Japan, Iran, India, Singapore, etc.

Some of them knew each other, and when they got together to discuss, their broken English was everywhere.

When Sanwang was training, no one paid any attention to him at first, thinking he was just a kid playing around.

At this time, an Indian athlete shouted, "Look, there is a kid swimming over there. Is he also participating in the Asian Games? He swims so fast! Sura, look, he may be faster than you!"

An Indian swimmer named Sura was unhappy. How could a child be faster than him?

Although he certainly won't win a gold medal, he is the best swimmer in India, at least six or seven times out of ten he is the best!

He snorted and ran over to watch Sanwang's training, wanting to see what was so special about this Chinese boy.

Sanwang only focused on his own training and was unaware of other people's comments.

After two laps, Coach Bian asked him to stop and explained what could be improved.

"Sanwang, you have to remember the rules of touching the wall. In freestyle, you must touch the wall once with your hands, and then you can turn around and push off the pool wall with your feet. You cannot just push off with your feet and turn around."

The swimming pools at the Ariamel Sports Center are equipped with electronic timing systems required for the competition. The starting platform is equipped with pressure plates and the pool wall has touch panels. Athletes' jumps and touches are automatically recorded, and touching the wall requires the hand to touch the wall.

Sanwang was used to the simple swimming pools in China, where the referee would squat beside the starting platform with a bend over to keep time. He could not adapt to the new equipment for a while and always forgot.

This time he forgot again, so Coach Bian called him over and reminded him again and again.

Sanwang scratched his head, a little embarrassed, "Coach, I will remember it next time."

Coach Bian looked at him seriously: "Sanwang, you have to remember, this is not just a simple touch of the wall, this is a serious medal, it is related to your salary and food coupons!"

When Sanwang heard about wages and food coupons, his expression immediately became very serious and he said loudly: "Coach, I'll remember it!"

His sudden loud shout startled several athletes from other countries who were watching on the shore.

The Indian Sura sneered: "This stupid Chinese boy, what stupid thing did he do?"

There was a multilingual Japanese translator who said in broken English: "He didn't touch it, he forgot."

Sura listened to the translator beside him. Because the translation was inaccurate, he understood it to mean that stupid Chinese boy was too small to touch the touch board. Haha, it was really funny.

Then several swimmers from countries that are unfriendly to China began standing on the shore and complaining about Sanwang in broken English with different accents.

They were laughing and making sarcastic remarks loudly on purpose, which soon attracted more people to watch and make the scene more lively.

Originally swimmers were training here, and later divers, water polo players, and even athletes from other gymnasiums came to watch the excitement.

They laughed at China for sending a stupid boy who couldn't even touch the board to participate in the Asian Games for the first time.

How short is that?

The most important thing is that they want to see the athletes of this country make a fool of themselves. There are many topics circulating internationally about them, and seven out of ten of them are bad.

These include Israel, South Korea, Bahrain, etc., with which we have no diplomatic ties, as well as Japan, India, Indonesia, etc., with which we have established diplomatic ties.

Even among those that have established diplomatic relations, some still harbor deep hostility and prejudice against China.

"Hey, this idiot, are they really stupid? The International Swimming Federation doesn't even allow them to participate in swimming competitions, hahahaha..."

"Yes, the International Swimming Federation has said that no swimming organization or unit under its jurisdiction is allowed to compete with the Chinese!"

Iranian swimmers and coaches were also watching, and they were unhappy with Souro's behavior.

The athlete named Nubula shouted: "What are you talking about? He forgot to touch the wall, how could he not reach it? Are you mocking that our stadium is not built to standard?"

His translator began to imitate his tone and shouted babble.

"But it's true that the International Swimming Federation doesn't allow them to participate in the competition. Why are they still training? Isn't this stupid? Hahaha."

"Eight, gah."

Several Japanese swimmers did not take it seriously at all. In their eyes, swimmers from any Asian country were no match for them. They were the undefeated champions of the Asian Games.

Since 1954, the Japanese have swept at least 80% of the gold medals in swimming events at the Asian Games, and even once only lost one.

So no matter whether China participates or not, whether it is a fool or someone else, there is nothing good to see for them.

Waste of time!

Those Indian, Vietnamese and South Korean people are still there pointing fingers.

Some of them simply cannot understand what others say and cannot express themselves accurately in English.

But they knew at all that everyone was laughing at these Chinese people who were not qualified to participate in the swimming competition.

These people have long-standing grievances with China, and domestic political propaganda has kept them that way. Even if the two countries have established diplomatic relations, it cannot stop their hostility towards China.

"Oh, get out of here! Stop embarrassing yourself!" They cursed in their own native language, bullying others who couldn't understand them. Or they cursed in their broken English, such as "shit bitch", but their accents were weird, so it just sounded like blah blah.

Sanwang was immersed in swimming, and since he couldn't hear anything in the water, he didn't pay much attention.

But when he came back after two more laps, Coach Bian made hand gestures to him to let him take a break. When he was pulling the ladder in the water to come out, he suddenly heard a foreigner shouting in broken Chinese, "The Chinese team can't participate in the swimming competition. What are they still training for?"

Coach Bian knew a little English and had heard their hostile mumblings before, but he didn't pay any attention.

Before coming here, Commander Zhao had consulted Vice Chairman Deng, and there were instructions on everything, requiring them to pay attention to diplomatic etiquette, not to take the initiative to provoke, not to respond to provocations, to concentrate on preparing for war, to go all out, and to let results speak for themselves!

Those people were afraid that they couldn't hear or understand, so they "kindly" translated it into Chinese.

Now Sanwang heard it.

He chased after Coach Bian, "Coach, what did they say? Why can't we participate?"

Coach Bian: "Don't listen to their nonsense."

Sanwang's face suddenly became depressed, "Coach, you lied to me!"

Coach Bian said hurriedly, "Sanwang, don't listen to their nonsense. We have been allowed to participate in the Asian Games, so of course we can participate in all the events. There are 16 events, except for boxing and hockey, which we don't have athletes, we will definitely participate in the other 14 events."

However, Sanwang immediately saw through Coach Bian's lies.

Coach Bian was good to him, and the two were very close. He was closer to Coach Bian than to his own father. Coach Bian understood him, and he also understood Coach Bian. Neither of them could lie to the other.

Coach Bian couldn't fool him at all. When he said that he would definitely be able to participate, Coach Bian's eyes were evasive, unconfident, guilty and anxious.

Sanwang saw through it immediately and understood why the coach had been hiding from him and swearing at others a few days ago.

That day he accidentally heard the coach swearing and was puzzled.

At this moment he was very, very sad. His originally bright eyes suddenly lost their luster. He turned around and ran out of the swimming pool.

"Sanwang!" Coach Bian went to chase him, but was blocked by a team of athletes coming over. In the blink of an eye, Sanwang disappeared.

Coach Bian quickly found the Chinese team athletes and translators nearby to look for Sanwang and persuade him.

Li Zheng and Tao Lili were practicing jumping on the platform nearby. When they heard the news, they ran over and said, "Coach, shall we go look for him together?"

Coach Bian said sadly: "It's all my fault. I kept it a secret from him."

When he saw the light in Sanwang's eyes extinguished in an instant, he felt deeply guilty.

After the registration, the International Swimming Federation did refuse to accept the Chinese team. Despite this, everyone still pinned their hopes on negotiations.

The Chinese ambassador to Iran, several leaders of the Chinese delegation, and Iranian sports officials have been trying to persuade the International Swimming Federation. They have also mobilized friendly countries that have established diplomatic relations with China to put pressure on the Federation to accept the Chinese team to participate in swimming competitions.

He thought that if he worked hard, the International Swimming Federation would definitely agree, so not only did he not tell Sanwang, he also asked his teammates who knew about it not to tell him. Sanwang was concentrating on training in the swimming pool and never knew about this.

Sanwang ran to an empty corner - a corner without any of his compatriots, hid behind a cluster of dwarf pines and cypresses, and cried loudly, and no matter how hard he tried to wipe his tears with his hands, he couldn't wipe them away.

When people from other countries saw him, they were friendly and cared about him, but he couldn't understand their native language, and was too lazy to listen to their poor English, let alone say anything.

Don't bother him!

He can't participate in the competition, so what is he doing here? He has already thought about how to spend the winnings! He has already thought about taking home a big prize!

No, mom said winning the competition is not important, let him gain experience and see that there are always people better than you.

But he is not even qualified to compete!

The coach said he would bring him here to see the action, but he didn't want just to see it, he wanted to participate in the competition!

These bastards, why don't they let China participate in the competition?

The Asian Games have already invited the Chinese team to participate. What is a lousy swimming federation like them? Why don't they let us participate?

He cried, wiped his tears, and plucked the needles of pine and cypress.

"Oh, you're crying so hard that the pine and cypress trees are losing their leaves!" A sweet voice came from behind him, speaking English. Sanwang only heard someone crying and someone making fun of him crying, so he ignored it.

Anyway, he didn't know them and they couldn't speak the same language, so he just treated them like cats and dogs.

A black-haired Iranian girl stood behind Sanwang. Her eyes were bigger than those of ordinary people, and her black pupils were big and bright, making her as beautiful as a Barbie doll.

She stared at Sanwang with wide eyes and curiosity, "You are crying, why?" She thought he didn't understand, so she slowed down and asked simply.

Sanwang didn't want to pay attention to her. These people were too mean and would make fun of him. He didn't want to be laughed at by them.

He wiped his tears and pretended that he had never cried.

He turned and walked away.

The girl frowned, "You are rude."

Sanwang glared at her in dissatisfaction. Seeing her tilt her head and stare at him curiously with her big black eyes, without any sarcasm or ridicule, he said, "Sweep it, it's stuffed."

The girl actually understood what he meant. He was saying sorry, I'm very sad.

She was wearing a beautiful white dress and holding a pink Damascus rose in her hand. She handed the flower to him and said, "I'll give it to you. Don't be sad."

Sanwang shook his head, "I don't want to spend money."

"Then what do you want?" The girl looked at the Chinese boy curiously. She had noticed him early on. His swimming posture was so beautiful, like a fish!

Sanwang said dejectedly: "Competition, they said, I can't compete."

“Why not let you join?”

Sanwang shook his head.

Girl: "Come on, I'll go ask for you."

She motioned for Sanwang to follow.

Sanwang hesitated for a moment and looked back. He had run to another country's dormitory area, and he had to rely on signs to find the Chinese dormitory area.

The girl thought for a moment and said, "My name is Marty. What's your name?"

Sanwang: ...Why is she called Horse Hoof? Maybe it's a nickname, just like my mother called me Sanluzi?

He told her his name was Han Wangmin.

Marty smiled, her red lips more delicate and beautiful than roses, "Let's go and ask why we can't let you participate."

Sanwang hesitated for a moment, his desire for the competition overcame his shyness and worry. The commander-in-chief said that he should be neither humble nor arrogant.

Don't be shy or excited, but don't be sad either, lest you become a laughing stock.

At this time, several Iranian men and women ran over, and when they saw Marty, they immediately patted their chests with a look of great sorrow, and muttered something to her.

Sanwang couldn't understand.

Marty said a few words to them, asking them not to get too surprised. "My friend has been treated unfairly. I have to go and ask for help."

She talked about Sanwang's situation.

Those people knew at a glance that Sanwang was Chinese. Someone said in English, "The International Swimming Federation has not approved the Chinese team's participation in the competition. They are still holding meetings to discuss it, and there is still no change."

Sanwang slowly lowered his head and turned around to walk back.

Marty glared at the man and complained in Iranian: "It's not time for the game yet, why are you so absolute?"

"But it's true."

Marty shouted to Sanwang, "We can try another method."

Sanwang didn't know what to try. Captain Zhao couldn't do anything, and the embassy couldn't do anything either. This was the government and Chairman M's representative in Iran, and they couldn't do anything either. So what could he do? Crying was useless, he couldn't get anything out of reasoning, and he couldn't beat him in a fight.

What's more, he has no idea what FINA is.

Why do they do this to China?

These were not the hammers and irons of the village, these were not happiness and greatness, these were not the people he was familiar with, and he had no idea what to do.

He suddenly felt really useless. Apart from swimming, he could do nothing.

To be honest, we don't speak the same language, and even if we use English, he can only say a few sentences.

I just want to swim, I don't know what other weapons can defeat the enemy.

He wanted to go home. He missed his father, his mother, his brothers and sisters. If they were around, they would definitely join him in scolding those bad guys.

The worst that can happen is that he won't participate, and he can go home and be the old man who takes care of his parents.

Only his relatives will never laugh at him or treat him like this.

At this time, reporters from various countries poured in, carrying cameras and video cameras, each speaking in their own unique language, looking for what they thought was good material.

Marty's eyes lit up, "Come on, I have an idea."

She waved her hand and shouted in English: "Reporters, here, here, come here for an interview. A young Chinese athlete is being bullied here."

Henry the Blonde was searching for material with his short gun. The previous article "Look! This is what China is like!" included a close-up of Chinese female athletes wearing high heels and a photo of them wearing skirts and holding flowers. That report made him the center of attention.

Today he still needs to collect some materials, and then there is the opening ceremony and the competition. He needs to collect as much material as possible and then produce an Asian Games China series.

If he could produce a series or a short film with the mysterious oriental red country as the theme, it would definitely cause a huge sensation.

Then he saw Sanwang.

Oh! Why does that energetic boy look so listless today? Who bullied him?

Just as Marty was shouting in English that someone was bullying the young Chinese athletes, Henry immediately stretched out his long legs and rushed forward at a speed no less than that of a sprinter.

"Get the hell out of here, this Chinese guy is mine!"