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The bathroom was silent.

The Japanese woman kneeling on the ground and licking Ran Jing's feet seriously, her face looked as if she was taken for granted.

Ran Jing, who was embarrassed on the sofa, was also standing around, looking at each other, and the senior executives of the Civil Defense Forces of the Autonomous Region, all fell into deep thought.

If the powerful people here were Japanese, if the person sitting on the sofa was Japanese, if the person kneeling on the ground now was Ran Jing, I think the encounter would be even more miserable. History has proved this.

There was no preaching or great reason. Just a foot licking action made everyone understand Li Baoqiang's intention.

Li Baoqiang also fell into deep thought.

The humiliation left behind by the national life and death war nearly a hundred years ago has long been deeply imprinted into the genes of the Chinese.

But as time goes by, human rights have become a fashionable word. Many people have long forgotten the Nanjing Massacre and the shame brought to the Chinese nation by the Japanese. The peace of singing and dancing have wiped out people's fighting spirit, and by the way, they have forgotten the unforgettable memories. Behind the head.

Now is the end of the world, and life and death crises are everywhere.

Perhaps on the other side of the sea, the nation that has been eyeing covetous is also accumulating energy and taking advantage of the great opportunity that countries in the end of the world are busy with their own care, they are preparing to climb the East Asian continent they have always dreamed of.

Thinking of this, Li Baoqiang suddenly woke up, his eyes no longer wandered, and a sharp light flashed by.

"Brother Hu, when will that opening ceremony start?"

Li Baoqiang's words also interrupted everyone's thoughts. Today's lively scene deeply reminded everyone.

The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy, and the powerful must have the awareness of the powerful.

Preparing for the future and being vigilant at all times is the way to survive in the end.

As for the so-called human rights, let’s wait until all harmony is over, maybe a hundred years, or a thousand years later.

That is the future. What we need to do now is to consolidate existing interests and constantly strive for greater interests.

Huang Kai's eyes gradually became clear, and so was Song Yuanchao.

Even Ran Jing, who was talking big, figured it out, and looked at Li Baoqiang with shame.

"It's not too early, and the opening ceremony will be held soon,"

Brother Hu wiped his forehead and replied.

I don’t know if it was the heat in the bathroom or the feeling of feeling weak in my heart, Brother Long’s body was soaked.

His eyes no longer flashed, and the little Jiujiu in his heart had long been thrown away.

Li Baoqiang is not a human being, he is a god. If he wants to play tricks with him, he will be in trouble sooner or later.

Brother Hu made up his mind and should work for Li Baoqiang honestly.

Isn’t it a good ending to use your remaining energy and do what you like?

"Everyone prepares it. We only cut the ribbon and don't speak. Everything must be done simply."

Li Baoqiang gave orders lightly, and everyone agreed.

Ran Jing was the first to stand up, and in a hurry he forgot that there was a Japanese woman under her feet.

The Japanese woman was at a loss and trembled all over, thinking that she had not served her properly, and annoyed the guests. She knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, blurting out: "ごあんなさい, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry,"

Ran Jing ignored the apology of the Japanese woman and ran out of the men's bathroom with her head down.

She really had no face to see everyone again, or face Li Baoqiang.

I am too naive. If it were the Japanese rule, I would not just work hard, but I would probably have been taken by the Japanese for a long time. What's ridiculous is that I am still sarcastic.

When Huang Kai saw Ran Jing running out, he nodded to Li Baoqiang and hurriedly chased him out.

When Li Baoqiang saw Huang Kai's back as he was gone, he suddenly remembered something. This good news is better to wait and tell Huang Kai later.

Everyone dispersed, dressed in clothes, and prepared to attend the opening ceremony of the ribbon-cutting entertainment base at the Heavenly World.

However, it was different from when I first came, and everyone had a hint of solemnity on their faces. Obviously, Li Baoqiang's education played a role.

Song Yuanchao walked behind deliberately, and he wanted to chat with Li Baoqiang.

"Old Song, what do you think?"

Li Baoqiang felt like a mirror in his heart, and understood Song Yuanchao's intention.

After wearing the clothes, Li Baoqiang was very satisfied with the business men's clothing prepared by Brother Long, with black tweed fabric, stand-up collar, and black leather shoes. It felt quite a bit like Chen Zhen.

The two of them arrived at the lobby of the bath center and sat on the sofa. Brother Hu had already prepared tea, snacks and so on.

Seeing Li Baoqiang and Song Yuanchao seemed to be about to talk, Brother Hu took the initiative to stand aside and lit a cigarette and waited patiently.

“I think our autonomous region has a huge lack,”

Song Yuanchao's face became heavy.

"Hehe, I said Lao Song, let me guess what's the best,"

Li Baoqiang suddenly made a funny expression. The atmosphere in the bathroom just now was a bit dull, and Li Baoqiang wanted to liven up the atmosphere.

Sure enough, Song Yuanchao also developed a childlike heart and remembered an allusion.

Looking around, there was no paper and pen, only tea.

"Then let's follow Zhuge and Zhou Yu,"

Song Yuanchao stretched out his index finger and dipped it in tea, and gestured to Li Baoqiang. Li Baoqiang was happy and dipped it in tea. The two of them wrote a word on the table at the same time.

The two stopped at the same time, looked at each other, and laughed.

Song Yuanchao saw Li Baoqiang writing the word "Xuan", and Li Baoqiang saw that the word "Xuan" was also "Xuan".

With a wise and politeness, Song Yuanchao sighed, Li Baoqiang is talented, a seemingly rude soldier, not only as meticulous as a hair, but also has a strategy.

However, at this time, Song Yuanchao did not have any idea of ​​"if you have Yu, why would you be Liang?" The ideal of like-minded people to create great achievements made Song Yuanchao appear more and more open and upright.

"Look, the autonomous region is gradually moving on track, but people still have the same way of thinking in their previous lives in their spiritual aspects.

This is no longer suitable for the current environment, and I think we need to strengthen this work,"

Song Yuanchao calmly analyzed.

"Yes, what did you promote in those movies and TV series in your previous life, especially anti-Japanese TV series, which is simply nonsense.

Either beautify the war of aggression or exaggerate the results of the war, especially beautify the war, which has absolutely side effects.

Especially for young people like Ran Jing, it is very dangerous to continue like this, and it will eventually lead to their inseparable right and wrong."

Li Baoqiang remembered the topic of Ran Jing just now and took the opportunity to come up with his own ideas.

Song Yuanchao deeply agreed: "It makes sense, these movies and TV series are really crazy.

Whether it is the civil war between the Chinese people or the struggle to resist foreign aggression, they all treat the victors and the winners with a light and shallow attitude.

After a battle, both the generals and the soldiers were as happy as if they were attending a grand banquet, with bright clothes and brilliant colors.

On the battlefield, we could not see the broken corpses, the cries and screams of the injured, the horror of a normal person after the blood rain, and the sadness of the same kind after the perishment.

These seemingly positive depictions include the enemy as weak as fallen leaves in the autumn wind, stupid shooting skills like blindfolds, military literacy like Zhu Bajie, and luck like unlucky bears.

These not only do not highlight the winner's bravery and the hard-earned victory, but instead make people feel funny.

Although such fantasy can also be exchanged for cheap applause and pursuit from the mentally retarded, just like poisonous wine seems to have the function of quenching thirst when it is in the mouth.

But in the long run, such a mental state and such a way of thinking are really terrible.”

Li Baoqiang nodded: "Yes, we are enemies on all sides now, and there is a nation of feudalism across the sea.

Some people also talk about human rights, love, and kindness, which has to worry me."

Li Baoqiang rubbed his nose, wanted to smoke a cigarette, touched his body, and didn't know where the cigarette went

Brother Long saw it and handed over the fireworks in time and left silently.

"The publicity needs to be strengthened, I think the person in charge is still..."

Li Baoqiang glanced at Song Yuanchao.

Song Yuanchao smiled and said a name. Li Baoqiang couldn't help but clap his arms to agree.