"Yue Heng, let me introduce you."
"These two are officials sent by the British government to coordinate the donation ceremony of cultural relics."
Upon seeing Wang Yueheng enter, Ambassador Peng Yingli stood up and came over to introduce him.
“Mr. Cameron Hogg, one of the heads of the British Council on Education and Culture.”
"He is also a member of the British Cabinet, responsible for culture, media and sports projects, which is what we commonly call a Cabinet Minister."
Ambassador Peng Yingli first pointed to the tall, slightly balding man and said.
"Hello, Mr. Cameron! It's a pleasure to meet you!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Yueheng smiled, looked at the Minister of Culture, and shook hands with him.
At the same time, I felt a slight jolt of surprise.
This man, who claims to be a cabinet minister in the UK, is actually his own S3-level fan!
Given the other party's status, shouldn't they be an official who harbors hatred towards him?
However, after confirming the other party's identity as a fan, Wang Yueheng breathed a slight sigh of relief.
At least we don't have to worry about something like what happened with Tetsuji Kishimoto happening again...
"I am also very happy to meet you here!"
“I have had every one of your poems transcribed and hung in my home!”
"I've read all your novels, and the stories are wonderfully told!"
"Upon learning that you would be performing in England, I specifically arranged for my office to make time to come here and meet you!"
Cabinet Minister Cameron, with a warm smile, grasped Wang Yueheng's arms with both hands and spoke in a standard British accent.
Seeing this cabinet member so enthusiastic and openly declaring in public that he was a fan of Wang Yueheng's poetry.
Yang Chunhui, Geng Hongji, and other embassy staff standing in the ambassador's office also showed undisguised surprise on their faces.
They originally thought that the cabinet minister was simply being polite to Wang Yueheng.
Unexpectedly, it felt like meeting an old friend; they held hands and didn't want to let go.
Could it be that the other party genuinely appreciates and likes Wang Yueheng's work?
"Cough~"
Upon seeing this, another British government official nearby frowned and coughed lightly.
This attitude seemed to be a subtle hint to Cabinet Minister Cameron not to lower himself too much.
“Mr. Alexander Agular”.
"He is the head of the Museums and Galleries Committee and is currently also the acting director of the British Museum."
Seeing the displeasure on the face of the official beside him, Ambassador Peng continued his introduction without showing any emotion.
"Hello, Mr. Alexandre..."
My gaze swept over the official.
After noticing the impatience, aversion, or even hatred hidden in the other person's expression.
Wang Yueheng simply omitted the words "respected" and gave a brief greeting.
I thought to myself that this was the normal reaction a British government official would have when they saw me.
"To be honest, I don't want to see you perform at the party."
“Especially your work, ‘Escape from the British Museum,’ which I find to be full of distorted interpretations and indiscriminate emotional appeals.”
"But there was nothing I could do. Since the cabinet members insisted on returning the artifacts, I had no choice but to fulfill my duty."
"After the handover of the cultural relics is completed, I swear I will never go to China in my life."
Alexander, who was temporarily appointed as the director of the British Museum, made no attempt to hide his displeasure and spoke with a cold face.
He felt extremely indignant and helpless that more than 20,000 cultural relics were about to return to China, and that he had to cooperate with the embassy in holding a so-called "donation ceremony".
In his view.
That mysterious museum theft was orchestrated by Wang Yueheng and his organization behind the scenes.
Upon hearing Alexander's blunt statement, the atmosphere in the office immediately became somewhat awkward.
"Ambassador Peng, I would like to ask, where did the former director of the British Museum go?"
Wang Yueheng ignored the official's mockery and hatred, and instead changed the subject by asking a question.
“Oh, you mean Mr. Fisher, the former curator.”
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