Wang Hanshuang was in a bad mood and left his residence and went to a bar on Embassy Street. Now, like many men and women in the upper class in the West, he likes to go to the bar for fun after work.

However, in the bar, he unexpectedly met an acquaintance...

A woman, young, beautiful, full of sunshine.

"Wang Hanshuang!" The young woman also saw Wang Hanshuang and called his name intimately. She was Hu Jilan, the famous female reporter.

Because that article embarrassed the senior executives of the Hualian government, under the utmost force, the newspaper simply sent her to East Africa to attract the limelight.

"Hu Jilan? Why are you here too?" Wang Hanshuang's face looked a little embarrassed, which made the situation of the two look quite ambiguous.

Hu Jilan and Wang Hanshuang were lovers, not only that, this relationship did not end even after Wang Hanshuang and Sun Yiping got married. In the adult world, a man who loves his wife deeply may not be able to cheat. It is obvious that Wang Hanshuang is such an example.

"Oh, don't mention it, it's all political troubles." Hu Jilan didn't want to say much about that matter. She is now in a state of being "exiled" and is still in a mountainous area like Africa, so she naturally feels much better.

"Why did Hanshuang look like this?" Her cherry mouth opened and closed, and her tone was soft and soft, and she asked.

"This is because..." At this time, Wang Hanshuang came back to his senses from the shock of meeting his lover. Finally, he remembered the unknown cause of his wife's death.

However, I don’t know how to tell Hu Jilan that such things are not suitable for publicity. Moreover, considering Hu Jilan’s identity as a reporter, this kind of thing cannot be told to her.

So, Wang Hanshuang had to open his eyes and talk lies: "At 11:00 a.m., the office meeting ended, and I was sent to Kompara to attend a three-day boring meeting with the theme of relief and efficiency. You know, there is no doubt about this kind of meeting. When I think about where to sit for an afternoon motionless, I feel uncomfortable."

As he said this, Wang Hanshuang couldn't help but look at Hu Jilan, and secretly exclaimed: Oh my God. She is so beautiful! Oh my God, she is so young!

The young and protruding chest was still moving, the black eyes were wide open, and the sunny and wise but older smile was.

At this time, Wang Hanshuang could not see Hu Jilan's smile because the light came from behind. However, it could be judged from her voice. Her voice was seductive, seductive, and elegant.

He can extract such an impression from his memory at any time. He extracts the lines between her waist and thighs in the naked silhouette, and extracts her soft and charming walking posture that makes people crazy.

"So, you seem to have time now?" Hu Jilan gave Wang Hanshuang a very ambiguous look. This kind of teasing is not the first time.

"Lanlan, to be honest, we can't continue. You can't continue to express your views like this. I am a married man." Wang Hanshuang suddenly thought that in fact, his current state is legally single.

"It's really unconvincing to say such words while calling me Lanlan." Hu Jilan lazily stretched out her curvy figure, "Hanshuang, my current responsibility is to help Africa. What is your responsibility?"

Wang Hanshuang was surprised. Unexpectedly, Hu Jilan suddenly asked such a question, "Help the country, if you can allow me to exaggerate it. Of course, generally speaking, with my ability, I can only help the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the head of the unit. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

"You should also know that you are not satisfied at all, it's too far." Hu Jilan muttered. Although he was a job as an "exiled" person, Hu Jilan still wanted to do it seriously as usual.

"How could I know?" Wang Hanshuang was actually very upset and didn't want to talk about this.

"I thought you would still talk about the wonderful documents I gave you like before after seeing me. You know, I have some information that is not conducive to the Kenyan government, and some of them are even given to me by you."

Two weeks ago, Hu Jilan, who was still in China, begged Wang Hanshuang to provide him with internal information about Kenya, an East African country. Wang Hanshuang also did it at that time, and the two of them had specially talked about some related situations.

Hu Jilan is a very opinionated professional journalist, and of course he is dissatisfied with the chaos and filth of the Kenyan government.

"Shh! Lanlan, not for those documents. I came here to ask you not to talk nonsense anymore, and not to criticize the lack of the Moi government in front of everyone in Nairobi. I came here to ask you to change it, cooperate with the team, and not to - what I want to say next, you can take it yourself." Wang Hanshuang rudely put an end to this matter.

"As you say so, you haven't read those documents yet?" Hu Jilan said in an atmosphere, and she kept stinging the topic of the documents. "Then you will tell me immediately that you can't find time to see them."

"Of course I've seen it."

"What do you think after reading it, Hanshuang?"

"I've known the things written on it for a long time, and I can't do anything about everything inside."

"Hanshuang, you are too pessimistic. It's worse than pessimistic. You are indecisive. Why are you helpless?"

Wang Hanshuang said in a tone of hatred even himself: "Because we are diplomats, not policemen. Tell me that the Kenyan government is hopelessly invincible, and I have never doubted this."

"This country is about to be dragged down by disease and plague, and is now bankrupt. From tourism to education to transportation to social welfare to communications, there is no turning point, and it is all getting worse due to fraud, incompetence and negligence."

"You have a strong observation. You say, truckloads of relief food and medical supplies were originally used to help hungry refugees, but ministers and officials were fed with their own pockets. Sometimes even the staff of the relief unit turned a blind eye. Of course they ignored it."

As the director of the embassy's office, how could Wang Hanshuang know nothing about these situations?

But he is a government official of the Chinese Federation. He is not from Kenya. He comes here to do diplomatic work, and his responsibility is to maintain a good cooperative relationship between Kenya and China. To put it bluntly, it is to make Kenya a vassal of China.

He did not need to be the leader of the people in Kenya, nor could he do it. The water here is very deep. Not only are some senior Kenyan government officials involved in the case. Even the Chinese Federal Foreign Ministry and the military have people involved, and it is a huge interest group.

Kenya's medical expenses are five yuan per person every year, and then from the highest level to the lowest level. Everyone has to get a share of the pie. If someone is so stupid that he wants to attract the attention of the public, he will often be obstructed by the police.

Wang Hanshuang had no intention of hiding Hu Jilan at all. Hu Jilan had also studied the methods of these people.

Not only the welfare system, but also Kenya's legal and moral system are all messy. Because of the UN Charter, the Chinese Federation has no right to directly take over the order of this country.

This is how the local area looks like. No matter how many agents they replace, they will only manage this way. Unless the Chinese Federation is willing to give up controlling Kenya, they can only use such people. What can they do?

Kenyan police torture prisoners with water. They first soaked people in water and beat them up. Doing so can reduce visible scars. They do all of them, and they treat them equally, and Wang Hanshuang, a diplomat, will not protest.

Not only that, Wang Hanshuang also knew that Kenyan police would even rent firearms to friendly murder gangs and return them at dawn the next day, otherwise the deposit would be confiscated.

Embassy officials, including Han Weixing, also despised such things like Hu Jilan, but they still did not protest.

Why not protest?

Because Wang Hanshuang and the others stay here, they have to look at their faces. They are here to represent China, not Kenya. In Kenya, there are 35,000 native Chinese people in China who make a living and live a trembling life here.

If the Kenyan people in power suddenly become unhappy, these will always be unlucky. The Chinese's life is already hard enough for them to live far overseas. The work of the local embassy is not to make their lives even more difficult.

Moreover, this is Africa, and the local government leaders do not care about the majesty of the Chinese Federation. For them, seeking to China and the United States are just a matter of price.

"And you also have to protect the interests of the British business community." After Wang Hanshuang said a lot of words, Hu Jilan reminded him in a naughty tone.

"Lanlan, it's not a sin to do that." Wang Hanshuang retorted, while trying to lift the lower half of his gaze up and try not to look at the shadows of the chest inside the fluffy neckline.

"Business behavior is not a sin, and doing business with emerging countries is not a sin. Trade can actually help them flourish. Trade can promote reform, and reforms that we all like. Trade can allow them to enter a civilized world, and trade can give us a way to help them. If we are not rich, how can we help poor countries?" Wang Hanshuang answered with diplomatic rhetoric.

Hu Jilan obviously doesn't like this, "I'm talking nonsense."

"What did you say?"

"If you want me to make it clearer, you are talking about plausible, pure, impurities-free, arrogant and arrogant foreign ministry, and can only fool fool the fools. Look around, trade does not make the poor rich, and trade benefits cannot be used to purchase reforms, but only corrupt officials and bank accounts."

"I can defend every word you say..." Obviously, as his own diplomat, Wang Hanshuang will not be easily stumped by reporters' questions.

Hu Jilan interrupted him, "Then, the documents were forgotten after you archived, right? Behind the light, the government of our country was exposed to the love of lying, false Taoism, and advocated freedom and power to the world, but when some people want to make some money, they will change to another statement."

"It is not fair to say that way! Well, the Kenyan president is all bad guys, and the old man's term is still two years. But it's almost over. As long as you find the right person and whisper, the top government leaders seize the relief supplies and whisper to make a whisper, this will always be effective." Wang Hanshuang retorted dissatisfiedly.

"What's more, the cabinet also instructed the Kenyan government to appoint officials with high expectations to fight corruption, so that the Chinese public opinion community can feel at ease and carry out relief activities again, and money will not flow into the Kenyan government's pocket." Wang Hanshuang discovered that his statement was becoming more and more like the guidelines issued above. He himself heard it.

What's worse is that Hu Jilan also heard it and even yawned a big yawn to show that, "Kenya may not have a present, but Kenya has a future."

Wang Hanshuang's conclusion was beautiful, and he was waiting for Hu Jilan to respond to it to show that the two were moving towards a bumpy armistice agreement.

However, it was too late for him to think about it. Hu Jilan was not a mediator, nor was she arbitrarily surrendered like a powerful person and interest groups, and always insisted on this simple truth.

"I have listed the name, date and bank account on the document I gave you." Hu Jilan continued without regrets, "It is not good for them to point out individual ministers in it. Doing so is it just to whisper to the right person? Or is there no one here wanting to hear it?"

"Lanlan!"

Wang Hanshuang originally planned to approach Hu Jilan, but she slowly left him.

"Hanshuang!" Hu Jilan also emphasized her tone.

"I know what you mean, I listened. But for God's sake, be clear-headed. Are you hinting that the Commissioner Han Weixing, who represents the Hualian Government, should find out the Kenyan ministers you named like anti-corruption actions!"

"What's this? We Chinese are not corruption ourselves. Should the Office of the Kenyan Embassy in London also ask us to rectify it?"

"It's all nonsense, you know it yourself." Hu Jilan obviously got angry, her eyes were as sharp as a torch.

At this time, the place where the quarrel was no longer the counter of the bar. Because the topic discussed was quite sensitive, the two found a more private tea room, which was like a private private room.

In the unique and elegant private room, the topic continues.

But because he was too devoted, Wang Hanshuang did not notice the waiter. The waiter walked in quietly and stood in front of the doorstep.

He first placed a small table in the center of the carpet between the two, and then brought a silver plate with a silver coffee pot on it and a silver basket for candied fruit. It was filled with crispbread.

The arrival of the waiter obviously inspired Hu Jilan's desire to perform, because she knelt straight at the small table, supported her shoulders back, and her dress tightened to both sides on her chest.

"Hanshuang. Is this black coffee or just add a little sugar? Did I forget?" Hu Jilan asked in a pretended upswing, "We live this hypocritical life."

She was telling Wang Hanshuang: The entire African continent was lying at our door and dying, but we stood or knelt on the ground and held a silver plate to drink coffee. Not far away, there were children hungry, some died of illness, and even ill-intentioned politicians tricked the votes and then broke the country.

"Anti-corruption campaign, since you mentioned it, is a great start. Make a name for yourself, embarrass them, cut off their heads, and nail them to the city gates, saying that they just count. The problem is that this will not work. The same blacklist is published every year in Nairobi newspapers, and every year they are the same Kenyan politicians."

Hu Jilan's tone gradually became sharper: "As a result, no one was fired, no one was dragged into court."

She handed Wang Hanshuang a cup of coffee and reached out to him with her knees as the axis. "It's a pity that you were indifferent when you saw it, right? You are a person who is content with the status quo. You decided to do this. Others did not force you to accept it. But you next. You, Wang Hanshuang, will you not feel guilty when you look in the mirror one day?"

"Do you have to turn a blind eye to millions of suffering people just for political gain?" Hu Jilan asked Wang Hanshuang if she wanted sugar.

Wang Hanshuang's face was not good, and he refused without saying a word. Hu Jilan was not angry, but said coldly: "It seems that we may not be able to find a consensus, right? I want to say it out loud. You want me to bury my head in the place where you hide. The responsibility of my woman is the cowardice of you, a man. I was right?"

Wang Hanshuang has not known how many times there have been such quarrels. It seems that when the two met in China, it was difficult to reach a consensus on this aspect.

Wang Hanshuang is a civil servant. The so-called civil servant means not meddling in other people's business and only doing his job well in the system. But Hu Jilan is different. She is a reporter who can't rub the sand in her eyes. She has a sense of justice and is most jealous of the world's injustice.

But strangely, these quarrels did not alienate the two, but became more intimate.

"You are still the same and like to cause trouble everywhere." Wang Hanshuang has also experienced a lot of Hu Jilan's stubbornness. "Your words are quite dangerous. Senior officials of the Kenyan government and those bastards may not dare to declare war like China, but they dare to kill Chinese journalists as long as it is worth it."

"Are you intimidating or caring when you say this?" Hu Jilan stretched out her white fingers and pressed them on Wang Hanshuang's collar, "If you don't answer, I will think you care about me."

Just now, he was a little confused, but for some reason, Wang Hanshuang remembered his wife's death again, and even felt vaguely related to what Hu Jilan had talked about.

When he thought of this, he suddenly lost his mood. He pushed away his white and tender arms with fragrance. Wang Hanshuang stood up, "I want to go back to prepare for the afternoon meeting. See you next time."

After saying that, he ignored Hu Jilan's atmosphere and ran away.

In the office of the office, Wang Hanshuang turned around and pushed open the curtains. Sun Xuyuan's figure appeared at the door, his expression was as panicked as Wang Hanshuang's mood. He was holding an orange Glass-shaped suitcase in his hand, heavy and seriously worn.

There are brass screws, brass corners, and brass locks at both ends.

Wang Hanshuang reached out to help Justin get it, but Sun Xuyuan would rather carry his spoils. Wang Hanshuang climbed into the van, and Sun Xuyuan followed up, curling his hand on the old handle.

Outside the car window, the reporter's shouting came through the thin body of the car.

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