Great Power

"Discipline, discipline!"

Without knowing whose voice sounded, the person who had spoken stopped his voice and found his seat under the guidance of the flight attendant with curly hair. Zheng Jianguo smiled at her small face full of scrutiny. :"Thank you."

"Welcome to this flight, I am the flight attendant of this flight——"

As the flight attendant began to introduce himself, Zheng Jianguo also looked at the dozens of empty rows of seats. In addition to his group, there were also a few obviously curious international friends. At this moment, another voice came from behind. : "Crew, don't you send Moutai on this flight?"

I frowned and looked at the faint lights outside the porthole. The two-story terminal building was not as stylish as the Shanxian Post and Telecommunications Hotel. Who would have thought that this is the terminal building of the Capital Airport, and T1 is still a building At the construction site, the female flight attendant’s voice sounded: “It’s not delivered now, but it can be provided during meal time—”

"Forget it."

An unpleasant voice came. Zheng Jianguo saw the boarding car next to him drive away. The old people on the ground and international friends shook hands with each other and left. The flight attendant's voice sounded, "Passengers, welcome you all International flights, please fasten your seat belts--"

The sound of zira with a slight current pulse was accompanied by the voice of the flight attendant. Zheng Jianguo took out the seat belt and tied himself to the chair. In his previous life, he had taken a plane, or went to the great capital here to climb the Great Wall. After that, the plane shook slightly, and the engine noise from outside the window gradually increased, and the tremor suddenly disappeared when the chairs under the buttocks were shaking.

"Dear passengers, the plane has entered a stable flight state. You can loosen your seat belts and move freely. In addition, we will distribute souvenirs of this flight to you. I hope passengers will like it."

As the rounded Mandarin sounded, a flight attendant appeared at the end of the aisle pushing a trolley. Zheng Jianguo tilted his head and looked at the things on the trolley, and suddenly had an eye-opening feeling: "Champagne, brandy, beer, liquor— There are cigarettes and food?"

"I think the souvenir is a box of red pandas. I heard it used to be Zhonghua, but it's not as good as Moutai—"

There was a faint muttering sound, Zheng Jianguo straightened up, took out an English book from his arms and began to read it. Soon there was a faint smell of smoke coming from the front, and the previous muttering voice also faintly came: "Is there China? I want to pack Zhonghua, but the little panda is not used to it.

"Sorry, we only prepared red pandas for this flight, do you need it?"

"Well then, why is it so small—"

"This is for commemorative use, specially customized."

"Didn't you say you've been on a plane before?"

"Uh, I was a little bit more than this."

"Our airlines are all unified."

"Ah, that's me, my memory is wrong."

There was a whisper that was not embarrassing or awkward. Zheng Jianguo saw a small car appeared in the aisle at a location outside. He quickly glanced at the tobacco, alcohol, sugar and tea on it, and said after taking the cigarette from the flight attendant: "No Coffee?"

"This, the coffee is freshly ground, do you need it?"

The flight attendant raised eyebrows. She had been flying a plane for more than ten years, but it was the first time she saw a Chinese asking for coffee. She couldn't help but glance over his face, and saw Zheng Jianguo nodded and said: "Okay, here is I have a cup of coffee, no money, right?"

"No extra charge, all drinks and alcohol are free."

The flight attendant said that he saw Zheng Jianguo nod his head, then turned around and beckoned to the distant companion. The latter quickly arrived in front of him and heard asking for coffee, followed by looking at Zheng Jianguo and then turned and left. The remaining flight attendant immediately smiled like a flower. :"please wait."

"Thank you!"

Zheng Jianguo looked at the commemorative cigarettes he had on hand. He was an old smoker in his previous life, but he changed his cigarettes to coffee after becoming the director. One is because of health reasons and the other is that his salary has improved. However, all he can drink is instantaneous. Coffee, I have never drunk authentic freshly ground coffee.

Looking at the smoke that was constantly floating from the back seat, Zheng Jianguo felt that these people were really dying of their strength, just to see that many of this group of people were smoking, the flight attendants were also commonplace, but they began to worry about themselves. This time the flight is safe: "Who's special cigarette butt is not put out on the carpet--"

I don’t know if it’s groundless worry or unrest. Zheng Jianguo was very nervous after drinking the bitter coffee. Fortunately, many people like him. The voice of the person in front has not stopped since he got on the plane, and waited until the plane was bumped. After landing on the Karachi International Airport in Pakistan, someone looked at the brightly lit terminal outside the window and said, "There are so many planes outside, more than our capital airport, and so many lights are on."

"I know this. There are no planes at the Capital Airport at night, so the lights are all turned off."

Along with the discussion, someone who woke up from a deep sleep and saw the brightly lit airport outside, curiously spoke: "Are we here?"

"Morning, the flight attendant said that the capital airport of Pakistan is outside, and the plane needs refueling."

I said that I was not used to smoking red panda cigarettes before, and then continued to speak: "But this time we only paid 50 dollars per head. It seems that we have fifty or three people?"

"There are three comrades who were not sent by the ministry, but were contacted by other units."

A muffled voice went on to say, and the voice of the red panda that I couldn't get used to it came again: "I'm thinking about a question, we are rich, but should I eat food in the United States?"

"This, it seems that nobody really knows."

The muffled voice said hesitantly, Zheng Jianguo didn't know whether he was choked by the smell of smoke again, or was choked by the content of these chats, he coughed twice and raised his hand to the flight attendant in the aisle. Trick: "Trouble refilling."

As one of the parties in contact with three other units, Zheng Jianguo knows that he is different from the other two who are in charge of the contact by Yenching University. These foreign students who have studied for three generations or rich three generations and rich four generations all have extraordinary backgrounds. Of course, they Compared to his origins, he is even more extraordinary, so even from the beginning to this moment, he has no other thoughts. Not to mention that everyone is not in an academic circle, but age alone is a gap.

Just when Zheng Jianguo thought that he could maintain this state all the way to his destination, the plane landed at Frankfurt Airport when dozens of people were dumbstruck looking at the brightly lit night view of Paris. After the group followed the instructions and got off the plane, it was already The person who had been waiting for a long time in the transit hall found him: "Zheng Jianguo, hello, I am a staff member of our embassy, ​​and some groups of friends have entrusted me to sign you, can you help me?"

"no problem."

Putting down the time magazine in his hand, Zheng Jianguo quickly wrote his name on it, as if the three printed characters fell down, the person who had looked at his face and smiled: "Le Monde "It said that you were the first to post your native language on "Lancet". This is the first non-English paper published in this magazine since it was founded. Although I don’t understand medical issues, you can win glory for the country. , We are all proud of you."

"Thank you, I just did what I am supposed to do!"

Zheng Jianguo watched this person take the book to his hand again, and he signed and said, then he heard him continue to speak: "Then why do you have to come out?"

"Oh, you said this question?"

As soon as the pen in his hand stopped, Zheng Jianguo quickly continued to write, and said with a smile: "After I finish writing, I will give you a tape. You will know why I am coming out."

"Tape?!"

After Zheng Jianguo quickly finished writing, he put his hand in his underwear pocket, took out the tape in the plastic box and said, "You take it back and listen. There are some people talking with me. Although these people are just reporters, It’s very representative in China, okay?"

"These people are reporters?"

Holding the tape in his hand, he looked at the front and back. After the visitor raised his head, his smooth cheeks were full of question marks: "Which unit?"

"They said it was from Xinhua News Agency. I didn't dare to read the letter of introduction. Maybe it was from another unit?"

Zheng Jianguo said and laughed, bending over and lifting the handbag beside his feet: "Later I sent a copy to the head office, but there was no reply. I hope you can find the answer you want in it. Oh, yes. Now, apart from the Qi Provincial Medical College where I am at, no other institution in our country knows that my Chinese paper was published on "Lancet"."

"You sent a copy to the head office?"

The expression on the smooth cheeks of the visitor changed slightly. He lowered his head and looked at what he was holding. Then he raised his head and wanted to speak. He saw Zheng Jianguo open his mouth and said: "Originally, I had a chance to give some leaders. The leader met and saw them off, but I did not give them because I was afraid of causing them trouble. They are very busy, right?"

"Well, the leaders are very busy."

The comer's brows tightened, he looked down at the tape in his hand and his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said, "Then give me--"

"Just let you listen, you don't have the ability to deal with it."

Zheng Jianguo smiled, and his black face was full of brilliance: "Of course, I hope you can help me deal with these things. These things are too disgusting. I don't do business with Cheng Tianjie. It is so easy to do evil ways. "

"Oh, what are you talking about? The ambassador over there treats you for breakfast."

There was a voice from the side. Zheng Jianguo looked at the other's big face, turned and walked over to the crowd next to him. He watched everyone holding a hamburger and ate the sweetness. He also took a portion to the side and opened it and took a bite. His face nodded happily: "Yes, it's so fragrant~"

The man who was incapable of handling left with the signed Times Weekly. After eating and drinking, Zheng Jianguo took a break, then took his bag and followed the guide signs to the toilet, letting out the water, and then simply washed. After he came back, he found that everyone was looking at him Ruoyoruowu, and soon before he sat down on the lounge chair, the leader ran over: "Jianguo, you went to the bathroom?"

"Oh, yes!"

Realizing that it was not what he wanted to be tied back to the country, Zheng Jianguo nodded in relief and said, "I still washed my face inside and brushed my teeth."

"No money?"

The team leader blinked his eyes with three or four crow's feet, Zheng Jianguo's face was full of question marks: "Do you still need money for the toilet? No one asked me for it."

"Ah, I get it."

After the team leader asked, he turned and returned to the crowd. Zheng Jianguo sat down and saw a group of three or four people. Five or six people went to the toilet. An unbelievable thought came into his mind: "This is a thought What about the domestic toilet charges? Then if someone contracts the airport toilets, he will be rich—"

As if confirming Zheng Jianguo's thoughts, soon a group of people you came and I visited took turns to the toilet, and the previous worries of this group of people emerged in his mind: "What if I don't have food stamps to eat in the United States?"

"Attention, everyone. I just received a notice saying that there are already reporters waiting for us at the airport over there. Now I mean everyone can discuss and see how to deal with their interview."

The team leader stood up and raised his hands to greet everyone's attention, and then spoke, and immediately followed his voice with a series of discussions: "We have English that can't even speak. How about this kind of interview?"

"Do people ask in Mandarin?"

"That's impossible, it can only be in English."

"Half of the people here don't understand, what's your opinion, Captain?"

"Don't say you don't understand, who can say it?"

"It's always impossible to communicate with pen and paper?"

"Then it would be a shame, we are still selected -"

"Hehe, why don't you find a representative?"

"Find the one who speaks the best—"

"Then what?"

"What do you ask?"

"Then what if the question is wrong, what is wrong?"

"Just don't adjust the ones, just write a statement."

"Oh, this is a good idea. Write a statement to read, not to accept private interviews."

"This is a good idea, and avoid being asked certain questions and saying the wrong thing."

"Then do it like this, everyone see how to write, what to write."

One after another, everyone spoke fiercely and cordially. Zheng Jianguo got off the plane and transferred to Washington more than ten hours later. After going through the customs clearance procedures, he heard the assembly in the flash of KaKa flashing. A statement suggested by 52 people: "The people of the Republic are great people, and the American people are also great people. We came to the United States not only to learn advanced science and technology, but also to promote the people of China and the United States. Friendship comes—"

After reading the statement in Ka Ka Ka's flashlight, everyone wanted to move on. Suddenly a high and eager name came next to him. This authentic Mandarin immediately drew the attention of everyone and reporters, and Zheng Jianguo saw it. A personal figure suddenly ran out of the crowd, and ran to the person who was calling in the distance, only to see that the two of them said something and hugged each other tightly.

Just as the reporters raised the cameras in their hands and swiftly shook Zheng Jianguo's eyes blindly by pressing and shooting, another rounded Mandarin came out: "Zheng~Jian~Guo!"

"Ok?"

When he subconsciously turned his head and looked around, Zheng Jianguo found that a reporter had picked up the camera and pointed at him in the distance. He saw a blonde American girl in a small suit holding the microphone in her hand and pointed at him, a series of English. From the fiery red lips, "Oh, audience friends, this is obviously the 16-year-old medical student, Zheng Jianguo, I am the host of CBS Emma, ​​and now we are coming to you. For the live broadcast, can you say hello to the audience friends in front of our TV station?"