"What do they do?"

The middle-aged man was stunned.

Is something wrong?

They are translators.

This is a translation that was secretly selected and cultivated a year ago, for fear that any accident would occur in such an occasion today.

Jiang Wangshu asked this knowingly, but after getting the answer, he waved his hand impatiently:

"Let them step down, what kind of translation do you want? You also choose young women. Don't listen if you don't understand Chinese. Who is spoiling their bad habits? You comrade, I want to criticize you."

When Su Mu heard this, he rolled his eyes secretly.

Lao Jiang, don’t learn from me.

But this trick is pretty good.

This is definitely Jiang Wangshu's masterpiece.

One of the more than 40 people on the other side is considered the other, and they are all light-hearted when they are proficient in Chinese.

As traditional nobles in Fusang, Japan had to learn Chinese from the beginning of enlightenment. Their Chinese proficiency was even far superior to that of most ordinary people in China.

Can't understand?

If you don't understand, get out.

As soon as Jiang Wangshu finished speaking, the other party's already dark face became even more gloomy.

Only the defense minister is still in meditation.

And Fujiwara had a smile on her lips. She looked at Jiang Wangshu and said in a slightly weird but extremely straightforward Chinese:

"Jiang Wangshu, why do you have such anger that will damage the demeanor of a great country?"

Jiang Wangshu smiled softly:

"The demeanor of a great country is for people."

As soon as this sentence was spoken, Sato's face suddenly changed.

The group of people behind him were even more excited.

In other words, they are not humans.

Su Mu was a little stunned.

Lao Jiang, are you playing with hair?

The two countries are still fighting and still not killing the envoy.
Chapter completed!