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London City Hall is like a bubble twisted by the wind.

When the dawn of the morning illuminates this iconic building on the Thames, the zippers of many tents were also opened, and the sound rang out to Chinese people, especially the eighth broadcast gymnastics that students are very familiar with.

I have to say that children in the Internet age are more and more able to play.

In a protest march, except for the solemnity when singing red songs, all of them can be labeled'silly dick' on their foreheads at other times.

And this demonstration, which has lasted for nearly a day and night, has attracted not only local British people onlookers, but also countless media.

Looking out from the wide street in front of the city hall, you can see countless lances.

Some media are paying attention to the incident itself. Several articles have been published in the name of Chinese Treasures. Some media are paying more attention to the parade itself because there are many things worth reporting about this parade, such as who has such a big arm. Brought tents, food, clothes and shoes?

What is the purpose of this mysterious man supporting this parade?

From this point, you can write ten manuscripts with conspiracy theories, ten manuscripts with funny techniques, and ten manuscripts with documentary techniques...

Well, the media is like this, it has to dig out a news event from multiple angles.

Zhang Xiaojian spent an hour buying up several fast-food restaurants in London, and only when he returned to the hotel to find that he and Mo Zhu did not have breakfast.

Gao Qingsong seemed to have expected it. Not only did he order a hearty breakfast in the hotel, but he also invited Uncle Zheng and Lao Liao to eat together.

After having breakfast, it was actually late, and there were only ten hours left before the auction held by Dawei De Auction House in the evening.

These ten hours are crucial.

Spending money is only the last step. Condemnation and protests form a storm of public opinion, which is sometimes better than spending money in Western society.

The noise in the conference room in the hotel is endless. Zhang Xiaojian, who didn't come here yesterday, didn't know. In fact, apart from the seemingly grand parade, negotiations in all aspects have never stopped.

Long Yiming, as the president of the Overseas Chinese Chamber of Commerce, met with the Mayor of London at noon today.

Other organizations have also used various means to find senior British officials and parliamentarians. If all this fails, it will eventually be Zhang Xiaojian's turn.

Zhang Xiaojian sat here for a while, and instead of hearing a good news, he heard all kinds of bad news.

After taking five minutes, the mayor of London who met with Long Yiming said that he would not intervene in this matter.

News came from other parties. Some refused to meet, some were vague, and some simply stated that they had no right to interfere with the auction house.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't feel depressed when he heard the news. He just looked at the London sky outside the window and asked, "Mo Zhu, did you bring your evening dress when you came?"

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The upper class in Britain and its emphasis on gentlemanly demeanor and manners.

The traditions of European aristocrats are very comprehensive, so to attend formal occasions, of course, you need to dress for formal occasions.

So nothing happened in the afternoon. Zhang Xiaojian and others, who were already certain that they would appear on the scene, went shopping in the largest shopping mall in London.

Of course Zhang Xiaojian and Gao Qingsong became mobile suitcases.

But the suitcase can also feel the happiness of the suitcase, because they are all carrying luggage for their beloved girl.

Especially when Ye Mozhu and Su Yu tried to enter the fitting room to try on clothes, Zhang Xiaojian and Gao Qingsong sat on the sofa with big bags and small wraps and completely reduced to licking dogs.

"Su Yu, can you smile?"

Su Yu in a black dress looked at Gao Qingsong: "Why are you laughing?"

Gao Qingsong knocked Erlang's leg and shook the solitaire coffee in his hand: "Because I forgot to add sugar."

Su Yu: "..."

...

"Mo Zhu, I have forgotten to ask you, is your mother surnamed Fang?"

Putting on a little evening gown, Ye Mozhu, who stepped on silver high heels, frowned and said, "No name Fang, last name..."

Before she could finish her words, Zhang Xiaojian interrupted in surprise: "Then why do you look so upright."

Ye Mozhu: "..."

...

At the end of the Taste of Love Contest, it was not decided who would win or lose. Zhang Xiaojian and Gao Qingsong refused to accept each other, but did not proceed to the next round of duel because they found that Ye Mozhu and Su Yu seemed to be disgusted by them.

After shopping until three in the afternoon, the four of them ate another western meal. The taste was not as difficult to swallow as Grandma Zhao described, but it was not much better for Zhang Xiaojian, a Chinese stomach.

After dinner, I returned to the hotel's conference room. As expected, all my efforts were in vain. Now there is only one road in Huashan, and only four bronze heads are left at auction.

For this reason, those who were going to attend the auction began to get ready to go.

The whole outfit is not a simple dressing. President Long brought a professional team, not only ironed the suits for Zhang Xiaojian and others, but also the professional dresser put forward his professional opinions in time.

Zhang Xiaojian feels like a puppet...

He was constantly fiddling with a large group of people, and I don’t know how long it took. He finally put on the suit he just bought, tied a bow tie, and put on a pair of British leather shoes.

The stylist used the fastest speed to shape each strand of hair, and there was a British maid who took a powder cushion and patted his face, and even applied concealer.

Zhang Xiaojian, with his skin pale for a while, stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself at five o'clock and found that he was still so handsome.

Others have also finished their outfits.

Ye Mozhu is very beautiful today. The little black dress is in the form of a small V and the collarbone is exposed. The white skin is shining against the diamond necklace on the neck.

Gao Qingsong is a full-fledged British fan, and Su Yu wears a relatively loose but graceful dress with the stylist's matching, which hides her growing belly, especially for ladies and ladies.

Long Yiming and Zheng Weixun both wore Tang suits with particularly rich Chinese colors. Lao Liao and Grandma Zhao were quite satisfactory, but they were also much more energetic than before.

This is the main lineup participating in the auction today.

When they walked out of the hotel as a group, the exquisite dress attracted many people's attention along the way.

Zhang Xiaojian even gave birth to the illusion that they were a certain day group, and when he came to the front of the hotel, he saw that the luxury car outside was ready, and he felt a sense of going out.

At this moment, he remembered a sentence, a sentence of the former head of Baoli Group: "Every treasure in our country, you will follow far away!"

It's just that when the pride and ambition were rippling in my heart, at this moment when I felt a little blood boiling, the ringing of a phone ring blocked all the follow-up of this picture.

It was Zheng Weixun who answered the phone. He frowned as he heard the voice on the phone, and the only answer was: "Great."