The Martial God of the Marvel World

Chapter 118 Who is the Really Stupid One? (Additional Chapter 412 for the Leader of the FFF Group)

Washington is the capital of politics. Everything here revolves around politics, and politics permeates every aspect and every person in this city.

It is no exaggeration to say that all the industrial chains here are built around politics. In this city, people who lack political cells will have a bleak future even if they work.

Lindemann came to Northwest Washington with his new mission, where the Wakanda Embassy in the United States is located.

Although Wakanda is an agricultural country, the embassy is beautifully built. As expected, a poor country does not mean that their king is also poor.

However, having such an extravagant king is a good thing for him to complete his mission.

The embassy is bordered by Van Nuys Avenue to the north, International Street to the west, and International Drive and Central Park to the south. The exterior walls of the building are made of French limestone with a light color and fine texture, which is in harmony with the numerous limestone federal buildings in the Washington area.

There is a solemn white arch, and next to it stands a guard holding a spear, wearing the characteristic costume of Wakanda. Judging from the shape, it seems to be armor or something like that.

Lindemann laughed secretly in his heart. It's the 21st century now. What's the use of holding a broken spear?
But his years of political training prevented him from showing any contempt. He arrived at the gate of the embassy, ​​politely introduced himself to the guard, stated his purpose, and asked to see the ambassador of Wakanda.

After waiting patiently for a while, he was successfully brought into the embassy and met Ambassador Traby, a strong, middle-aged black man.

Compared to the barbaric native warriors outside, Ambassador Trabi was much more civilized. At least he wore a suit and tie.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ambassador Traby. My name is Linderman, and I am here on behalf of Mr. Manville Lincoln, a member of the Federal Congress."

"I'm glad to see you too, Mr. Lindemann. May the Panther God protect you."

The two men exchanged diplomatic nonsense for a long time before Lindemann got to the point.

"Mr. Lincoln was also a black man. He had always been committed to improving the social status of black people in the Union. He was also keen to support the industrialization of African countries. Dozens of African countries have benefited from Mr. Lincoln's efforts."

"Mr. Lincoln is truly a noble gentleman. The Leopard God will bless him." Ambassador Trabbi smiled and gave his blessings, but did not take the initiative to ask.

Lindemann had no choice but to take the initiative to introduce, "Mr. Lincoln heard that Wakanda is an agricultural country with a very weak industrial foundation, so he is willing to help Wakanda integrate into the world and become an industrialized and civilized country."

"Oh, is that so? Then how should we do it specifically?" Ambassador Traby didn't seem very enthusiastic about this.

"The development of a country cannot be separated from the utilization of various mineral resources. Mr. Lincoln has decided to send several exploration teams to your country to conduct a comprehensive geological survey of Wakanda and understand the distribution of minerals on the land of Wakanda. Then we will help you build smelters, chemical plants, machinery manufacturing plants, power stations and other infrastructure."

"Ah, then what do we need to pay?" Ambassador Traby asked with a faint expression.

"Nothing is needed! This is purely charitable aid! You just need to cooperate with the explorers' scientific research activities." Lindman answered generously.

"Hmm..." Ambassador Traby began to ponder. "Your Excellency, is there anything else you need to consider? If you have any concerns, please tell me and I will explain them to you in detail." Lindemann asked curiously.

Trabbi looked at him and thought, would I tell you that I was thinking about how to find an excuse to refuse you?

"Mr. Lindemann, please express to Mr. Lincoln our gratitude for his kindness, but our country is currently prosperous and our people live and work in peace and contentment, so there is no need for any industrialization."

"…Excuse me for being frank, but I don't think the people in your country live a rich life. Your Excellency the Ambassador has lived in Washington for a long time, right? Don't you think that compared to an industrialized metropolis like Washington, life in your country is a little dull?"

"Mr. Lindemann, Wakanda is an agricultural country. We have no shortage of food. Moreover, under the wise leadership of His Majesty T'Chaka, all citizens have enough to eat. Compared to your country where people often starve to death, no one has ever starved to death in Wakanda."

Ambassador Traby raised his chin proudly, a smile on his face, and continued in a condescending tone:

"Although the material life in industrialized cities is indeed quite good, most people are very spiritually empty and need to use alcohol, promiscuity, drugs, etc. to fill their empty hearts. But we won't. The people of Wakanda believe in the Panther God and live a fulfilling and happy life!"

What a fulfilling and happy person! Isn't it better to just say that religion is used to brainwash people?
Linderman was speechless for a while. He reorganized his words and continued to persuade: "Your Excellency Ambassador, although everything is peaceful in your country now, if Wakanda does not industrialize, then once a foreign enemy invades, how will you respond?"

“We are not worried at all about this.”

Ambassador Trabi said with satisfaction: "The surrounding countries are richer than us. There is no need for them to invade a poor country. On the contrary, once we become rich, we will attract more greedy countries and organizations, which will disrupt the peace of Wakanda."

I am!

You're so fucking poor that you feel safe!
Lindemann was speechless. Where did Wakanda find such an excellent ambassador? Where did their values ​​go wrong?
"For such an important matter, doesn't the Ambassador need to communicate with His Majesty T'Chaka of your country?"

Lindemann planned to bypass this stupid ambassador and talk directly to their king. He just didn't believe it. If the ambassador was stupid, could the king be as stupid as the ambassador?

Trabi lowered his head and thought for a moment before he said, "You are right. I should report this to His Majesty the King."

"Then I'll leave it to you, Your Excellency the Ambassador. Here is my contact information. My phone is on 24 hours a day. Your Majesty King T'Chaka can call me at any time." Lindemann handed the business card to Traby with a smile on his face.

Before leaving, he habitually asked one more question, "Your Excellency the Ambassador, how long will it take for His Majesty T'Chaka to reply to me?"

"Oh, there's no telephone or internet in Wakanda, so it might take a little longer," Traby said casually.

Lindeman suddenly had a bad feeling and asked, "This is a little longer. How long is it approximately?"

"My term of office will end at the end of next year. I will return to the country to report on my work. I will then inform His Majesty T'Chaka of this news."

(End of this chapter)