Sword and Magic and Taxi

Chapter 1073: Anriel's story

"As a part-time worker, your aura is big enough." Zhong Jianbai was still in a tunic suit, shrewd and capable. Obviously, he should be older if he hasn't seen it in a year, but Zhao Mai always feels that his face has less wrinkles, and he looks more energetic.

"I'm indeed a part-time job, but what happened to me this time is considered a business trip. I haven't got a penny of salary, right? It's not too much to ask for a meal in the unit canteen?" The more I face my acquaintances, Zhao Maiyue" There is no fear". He parked the car at the entrance of the cafeteria, and the whole family got out of the car, letting the reserve food drool at the cafeteria. As for himself, he held his arms and raised his chin, scanned the entire ministries, and looked up and down at Zhong Jianbai. "The old man said, you also took me part-time to Africa, and even deducted the money my parents sent me. Let's talk about it."

"It’s okay to have a meal, but won’t you be going home soon? Are you not going to eat at home?" Zhong Jianbai shook his head and said with a smile: "Well, you know that my job is for You serve and everything is ready. How about this. I will tell you about the situation in ten minutes, and I won’t stop you from going home. I will count on me to treat guests to dinner in the cafeteria. Can I still owe you? "

"Well, what you said makes sense." Zhao Mai said.

"Diana and Tyrion are both yours. We have notified them and sent a car on your behalf. They are on their way. You can meet in a while. Ok, this is the first thing." Zhong Jianbai Suddenly stretched out his right hand in front of Zhao Mai: "For the second one, I have to thank you. Your power has allowed history to be rewritten longer, so I have the opportunity to educate and cultivate. This time, he did not embark on an evil path."

"Oh yes, there is still this thing!" Zhao Mai did not shake hands, hugged the clock directly, Jianbai: "What a gratifying thing, you owe me two meals, remember?"

"Why are you thinking about eating?"

"What else can I miss? If I am thinking about fighting or something, someone will be nervous." Zhao Mai blinked, making Zhong Jianbai laugh.

"In other places you can behave as you feel you want, but not here. This is always your home, a place to relax."

"Don't get too close. It's a work unit at most, and it's still far from the concept of home. But I told you the truth just because I knew I could relax." Zhao Mai watched the people coming and going in and out of the cafeteria. Everyone was surprised when they saw him, but no one was watching. They were surprised that there might be the kind of loss that they thought they were stars but had no fans. "How do you promote me?"

"It's not the same as the fighting heroes of the special forces. Everyone wants to know and understand you, but we have discipline here after all. First of all, they must abide by the discipline." Zhong Jianbai took out a file shelf from his jacket pocket, almost. Like a Doraemon taking things from a space bag.

"In this red clip are your passport, a full set of visa registrations, a stub of a flight ticket, a commemorative photo, and a thank you letter from the embassy. Of course, there are also the information of the embassy liaison staff, and the cut-out local newspaper reports about you. Local Bank of China accounts are readily available.” The power of official fraud is indeed impressive, especially the level of a professional institution such as the relevant ministries and commissions is impeccable. But the next words made Zhao Mai feel vomiting blood: "Princess Ayitura is the only daughter of Prince Askara, and Prince Askara is ranked 17th among billionaires in the world. One day, Ayitura The princess officially sent a note to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, requesting dinner with you, and may propose to you during the dinner. The country officially approved the invitation, but it did not approve the marriage of you two. Instead, it sent you to the other country as an ambassador to communicate with you."

"Such a crappy story? Believe it or not, if you go down with a spell, you are not Zhong Jianbai, but black?"

"Just kidding. The story we made up for you is like this: You wandered in the street and got involved in an assassination of an important diplomat of a country that is currently fighting for our country by a hostile force. You acted bravely and acted heroically, but with force. If you are not caught, you are honorably injured. After your injury, because you have established a good personal relationship with the other party, you are specially recruited to work part-time in our ministries and commissions and secretly send you to work in the country’s liaison office. After a year of effective work, the two countries are We plan to establish diplomatic relations in the near future. It's just that due to some political considerations, this matter is kept secret for the time being.

Zhao Mai nodded with satisfaction, and then opened the passport he had never used before. The visa on the back was printed with "Emirate of Anriel", so he asked, "Does this country exist?"

"It's all Anriel. In fact, it definitely doesn't exist. But you can search on the Internet and have all kinds of information. If you even dig deep enough, you can buy a plane ticket from Tanzania to go there. That. Inside the blue envelope is An Riel's briefing. You can take a look and destroy it. When someone asks, they say that they are based on disciplinary requirements and cannot be said."

"I really convinced you." Zhao Mai rolled his eyes. Suddenly, he became curious and asked, "Director Zhong, what if I have a whimsical idea someday that aliens descend on the earth as an alien?"

"We also have plans, several sets, what else, work overtime!" Zhong Jianbai sighed, with a bitter face: "You have an Ann birthday first, so let us not be so nervous. I am also shy. I beg you one thing: someday if you really want to do this, call ahead and say that we can cancel the holiday and arrange shifts..."

"The most annoying you look like you are going to be unlucky, don't worry, I won't do that for the time being." Zhao Mai smiled. Suddenly his smile faded, and he slowly turned around to see Diana getting off the car of the relevant ministry.

She hasn't seen it in ninety years, she hasn't changed at all, but she has no divine power bracers. This is also what Zhao Mai expected, becoming the God of War of Olympus, can reduce the consumption of the yellow crystal ball ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ and also keep her young forever.

Tyrion also got out of the car, it seemed that he was a little older, and he also had some supernatural reactions. Zhao Mai didn't know why, but rubbed his face, smiled and greeted him. Diana looked at Zhao Mai, and then at the whole car. After hesitating for a long time, she was embarrassed and rushed forward. She just hugged Zhao Mai briefly.

"It's nice to see you, get in the car first." Zhao Mai said to Diana and Tyrion: "Goddess Demeter returned to Olympus herself, Serena is still there, she doesn't want to come. Except for them, everyone is here. I want to take you home. I miss home."

"You can finally go home. Can't you not go back to China, even Asia?"

"One time and another time." Zhao Mai loosened his arms, then squatted down and shook hands with Tyrion: "Thank you. Why are you older?"

"I sold your eternal life potion. In order not to die of old age, I became the clerk of the God of War." Tyrion pointed to Diana: "I want a salary, and she said that when you come back I will ask you for it. "

"Ha! It's right to ask me for it. After all, it was my decision and my plan at the beginning." Zhao Mai made a "please" gesture: "We finally got everything together."

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