I, disguised as a white dragon, was supported by the state.

Facing Director Zhao, he spoke eloquently, explaining the significance of facilitating the transaction and also mentioning his idea of ​​using "bait."

Only by being willing to use the "bait" can you catch a big fish.

The Little Prince Sartre is a good candidate to be used as bait, proving the effectiveness of this bait.

If this matter can be accomplished, it will have a significant positive impact on improving the international situation of Great Xia.

Director Zhao smiled throughout the entire process and occasionally chimed in with a few words.

After Lao Liu finished speaking, expecting the other party's evaluation, he unexpectedly heard an inquiry.

"You and Guan Mingfei are classmates, right?"

These words startled Lao Liu for a moment, but he quickly recalled the rumors about Guan Mingfei's recent promotion.

“Yes, he was the one who gave me this suggestion,” Lao Liu said. “Mingfei was an excellent student in our class, quick-witted, and we often asked him for advice on many things.”

Director Zhao smiled and said, "Since it was his suggestion, it must be right. Go back and wait for news."

Old Liu was a little confused. He had a vague idea, but he couldn't believe it.

"If all goes well, we should have results within one or two weeks," Director Zhao said.

Old Liu quickly thanked him.

Even after leaving the building, he was still feeling a little dizzy.

"When did Lao Guan start to get the leader's attention? It seems like he's highly regarded!"

"This guy is destined for great things!"

……

Director Zhao could guess what Lao Liu was thinking.

Director Zhao had discussed the idea of ​​"bait" with his superiors earlier.

The emergence of such a miraculous drug, attracting foreign dignitaries, is undoubtedly a good thing.

They have also been looking for a suitable partner.

It has a good relationship with Great Xia and has sufficient international influence.

At least let these powerful and wealthy people understand the efficacy of this miracle drug.

Therefore, the little prince was one of the targets.

Both the king and the crown prince valued their grandson or son highly.

They visited renowned doctors around the world and donated huge sums of money to several top international medical institutions, but to no avail.

If it could be cured, it would surely cause a huge sensation.

The powerful and wealthy are very well-informed.

With several domestic cases and the example of Sartre's Little Prince, they will surely believe it without a doubt.

At that point, there would be more room for maneuver.

Now that Guan Mingfei has mentioned this person, why not take this opportunity to curry favor with him?

The news reached Bai Long's ears through Guan Mi, which might make the proud Bai Long feel more favorably toward him.

Since they're all just lucky pawns anyway, what difference does it make who gets punished?

……

"Cure my son?"

The crown prince of the Kingdom of Sat was somewhat surprised when he heard this.

"Yes."

The diplomat explained the effects of the miracle drug to him in detail, citing two examples of beneficiaries.

He was a diplomat stationed in the Kingdom of Sartre and had heard rumors of the miracle drug before.

When I first heard about this, I found it unbelievable, but after receiving a call from Director Zhao, I became convinced of it.

Given Director Zhao's position, how could he possibly lie to him?

Therefore, when facing Crown Prince Sartre, he said firmly, "If you want to cure the little prince, you must send him to Bactria!"

"Mr. Liang isn't joking?" The Crown Prince was still somewhat suspicious.

“We have no reason to lie to you about this,” the diplomat said with a warm smile. “The Great Xia has a long history, and its traditional Chinese medicine has been passed down for thousands of years.”

The crown prince still found it hard to believe, but he was unwilling to give up the opportunity.

The one who was bedridden and spent most of his time in a coma was not only his most beloved son, but also the king's most favored grandson.

That is the future heir of the Sartre Kingdom!

Over the years, he has spent enough money on medical treatment to fill a room!

This disease is extremely rare worldwide, and according to those doctors, it is difficult for ordinary people to live past the age of ten.

His son is now twelve years old and his health is deteriorating.

Perhaps the magical East truly possesses such a miraculous medicine?

"Please let me think about it!" he said.

After bidding farewell to the diplomats, he told his father about the matter.

After discussing it, the two decided to give it a try.

They didn't think the Great Xia would joke with them about something like this.

After all, the Kingdom of Sartre was wealthy, but its overall national strength was far inferior to that of the Great Xia Kingdom.

If the Great Xia Kingdom truly intended to target them, there would be no need for such trouble.

……

Chapter 46 What if I wanted to destroy the world?

The next day.

A luxury private jet arrived at Yancheng International Airport.

To verify the efficacy of the elixir and to demonstrate the importance he placed on the matter, Crown Prince Sartre personally accompanied him.

He came secretly this time, without making his itinerary public.

When he was personally received by Director Zhao, his expectations grew even higher.

When Director Zhao told him that he didn't need to go to the hospital and that the treatment could be done directly on the plane, he became suspicious again.

When the prince saw the other party take out a white jade box and then take out a bead that emitted a faint chill, his expression became even more suspicious.

He almost thought he was facing a few eccentric Indians.

But soon, his doubts turned into shock.

The deathly pallor on the son's face faded visibly, and he regained his rosy complexion in just ten seconds.

When his son opened his eyes and called him "Dad," he was somewhat dazed.

Seeing his son get out of bed and jump around like nothing had happened, he felt like he had met God!

Is Allah in the East?

……

"Mr. Bai's miraculous medicine has been a great help to the Great Xia Kingdom this time!" Guan Mi chattered on about the recent events.

The news that Prince Sartre, who had been suffering from a long-term illness, had been cured by a miraculous medicine from the Great Xia Dynasty spread like wildfire internationally.

The little prince, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, has received countless media attention since birth. Some doctors predicted that he would not live past the age of ten. In the past two years, he has been in a coma for more and more time, to the point that people on the dark web have started betting on when he will die.

Under such circumstances, his sudden appearance full of energy inevitably arouses speculation.

The fact that the State of Sartre broke its contract with the State of Sam and instead purchased fighter jets from the State of Great Xia at a high price easily arouses suspicion among those with ulterior motives.

The fact that the Sam official, who was initially furious, suddenly changed his tune and said that Great Xia was their good friend, dismissing the matter of being outmaneuvered with a simple "business is business," made it all the more bizarre.

However, the president, who loves to speak out online, angrily denounced Sartre for lacking a sense of contract and claimed that they would pay a heavy price, yet he quietly withdrew a sanction against Great Xia.

Thanks to the efforts of dedicated media outlets, the truth has come to light.

The Great Xia government possesses a miraculous drug that can cure people from any terminal illness!

What seems like a fantasy to ordinary people is no secret to the world's elite.

"The fighter jet procurement contract alone is worth tens of billions. I heard that the State of Sateh showed its sincerity by voluntarily raising the price, and they are still negotiating other subsequent arms sales..."

"An international trade initiative that we spearheaded, which many countries initially refused to participate in or withdrew from halfway through, has now been restarted..."

Guan Mi beamed: "If Mr. Bai had seen the news, he would know that foreign dignitaries have been coming to visit us in droves lately!"

Bai Lin was actually somewhat indifferent.

A century has passed, and much of his original affection for the country has been eroded.

Especially after witnessing the petty scheming of those mortal dynasties in Xuzhou, he became even more disdainful of the powerful and wealthy.

He only believes in his own strength!

However, seeing Guan Mi's beaming face, he felt a sense of satisfaction.

"You really like these?" Bai Lin asked.

“Yes,” Guan Mi said proudly, puffing out his chest. “This proves that Mr. Bai is very capable!”

Bai Lin was amused by her proud expression.

"Little scatterbrain, what are your dreams?" he asked.

“My ideal,” Guan Mi said, stroking his chin and pretending to think seriously for a few seconds, “is that Mr. Bai can always be happy.”

"Your ideal?" Bai Lin was slightly taken aback.

“Yes,” Guan Mi said. “The country has entrusted Mr. Bai to me, and my greatest hope is naturally that Mr. Bai will be happy!”

I'm his zookeeper!

She thought secretly in her heart.

Bai Lin chuckled to himself.

Did the state entrust him to Guan Mi?

He felt that this girl must have gotten the relationships backwards.

"Does Mr. Bai have any ideals?" Guan Mi asked in return.

She had long sensed that Bai Lin had something on his mind.

He was often listless, as if he had no interest in anything.

Occasionally, she would see the white dragon lying in the water like a piece of dead wood, or hanging from the roof beam in a daze.

His dragon eyes were deep and seemed to sparkle like stars, but the longing and loneliness in them were hard to hide.

He must have been through a lot.

Guan Mi was very curious and concerned.

Bai Lin turned his head and met her earnest gaze.

“My ideal,” Bai Lin pretended to think for a few seconds, then raised his dragon claw to pat her head and smiled, “is that Little Confused can always be happy.”

"Mr. Bai, you can't go back on your word!" Guan Mi stubbornly grabbed his hands.

“Let me think,” Bai Lin said softly, staring out the window, “What if I wanted to destroy the world?”

By setting up a grand sacrificial array with eight billion people worldwide, the condensed blood beads might allow his strength to break through to the ninth transformation of the dragon!

“Mr. Bai is not like that!” Guan Mi shook his head.

"So what am I like?" Bai Lin asked.

“Mr. Bai is incredibly capable, but he never bullies the weak and is kind…” Guan Mi said earnestly.

Bai Lin looked at her, gesturing for her to continue.