The departure of the Beirong delegation from Beijing was naturally a big event.

Fang Zheng felt that Paba was not bad and could handle him!

After two days of preparation and some small gifts, I rushed to Honglu Guest House.

At this time, many high-ranking officials and dignitaries gathered in the courtyard of Honglu Guesthouse.

It's not that I pay much attention to the Beirong mission, it's just a symbolic courtesy.

Most people simply exchanged greetings and then left.

Only a few people stayed.

Chen Hong, the minister of Honglu Temple, and Zhang Shi, the Minister of Household Affairs, were among them. There were also a group of petty officials beside them who didn't know what to say.

When Fang Zhengyi arrived with several reporters, Lu Fa and the prince, everyone immediately saluted Li Yuanzhao.

Even Prabha stopped exchanging pleasantries.

Zhang Shi squinted his eyes and looked at Fang Zheng, his teeth itching with hatred.

This bastard! How dare you openly fuck your own son in the examination room!

There was a shit stamp printed on the roll!

The only exam paper with a stamp in the Gongyuan of Beijing belongs to his son!

Fortunately, the other examiners had a clue and guessed it.

In addition, His Majesty had a decree, so this stamp did not take effect.

Zhang Chang is still doing well and barely made the list, but his strength shouldn't be at the bottom!

As a result, now my son can’t do anything outside!

The outsider didn't say anything, but his expression said everything.

It is unimaginable that the son of a minister of household affairs should do so poorly in the exam...

In the court, this guy is like a tortoise and can't find any loopholes. It's really difficult to deal with...

When Paba saw Fang Zhengyi coming, he immediately greeted him with a smile and said enthusiastically: "Brother Fang, long time no see."

There are so many people and you call me Brother Fang?

Fang Zheng smiled but said: "Yes, I have been very busy recently. I didn't expect that the master would leave right now and didn't stay in the capital any longer. You can also see more of the scenery of my great scenery!"

Paba still kept a polite smile: "I have already been to Taoyuan County. Brother Fang, Taoyuan County under your rule really opened my eyes... It's a pity that I will never see such a good place again after I go back."

Already."

Fang Zheng began to feel wary.

It seems that this old guy has done a lot of homework, and he should have been investigated inside and out.

Then it's not easy to fool...

"Haha, master, you are joking! Do you remember treating me to dinner? This time I brought you a gift, which is considered as repaying your meal money."

"Brother Fang, why are you so polite!?"

Fang Zheng didn't answer his words and took out a small box from his arms: "Inside are two kilograms of high-grade Tianxian tea! I'll give it to Master!"

Paba took the box, weighed it twice, and said with a smile: "Brother Fang's kindness, I'm not respectful of it."

"Master, I have a heartfelt request." Fang Zheng said.

"Speaking."

"You should know that after being in Beijing for so many days, there are newspapers in the capital, so... I would like to find someone in your mission to interview. It can be regarded as a simple cultural exchange between the two countries. Is it okay?"

Prabha looked directly at him, thinking in his mind.

After such a long investigation, this guy is definitely not an honest person!

I actually made a mistake in my judgment. Is there any hidden trick behind this move?

"Such a trivial matter, of course. I wonder who Brother Fang wants to find?"

Fang Zheng pointed casually: "Just him, okay? In fact, anyone can do it!"

Praba looked in the direction of his finger and saw that it was an inconspicuous member of his delegation, so he nodded and said, "Okay."

Then he shouted to the man in Beirong dialect: "Lihan! You go with Mr. Fang."

"No need! Lufa, take this little brother and the reporters outside for a brief interview. Master and I still have something to talk about."

Seeing this posture, Praba also felt relieved.

Fang Zheng smiled faintly: "Master, they are busy with their business, let's continue talking."

"This time when you go back, I should also give you some gifts, so I specially prepared..."

Praba looked serious: "Brother Fang, since you have already given me tea, there is no need for a gift!"

"The tea is for your meal, and I want to give you the gift. Master, you must not refuse it!"

With that said, Fang Zhengyi took out a large green glass bead from his arms.

It's just that the glass beads have a small hole on the top and bottom.

Fang Zheng brought the glass beads to Paba's eyes and said mysteriously: "Master, this bead is extraordinary!"

"It looks ordinary on the outside, but it's full of twists and turns on the inside! Do you know how to thread a thin wire through this bead?"

Praba took the bead and studied it carefully. He could vaguely see that the interior was indeed full of twists and turns.

But why should I thread the thread? Why is Fang Zhengyi so thinking?

Is there any deep meaning in this?

After studying it for a while, Paba shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I don't know, if the thin thread is hard, it might be able to pass through it."

Fang Zhengyi smiled proudly.

This is called the reversal of offense and defense! I came up with the question first!

"Wrong! Can't we just tie a thin thread to the ant and let the ant crawl over?"

"So that's it!" Paba suddenly realized: "But...does this mean anything?"

Fang Zheng curled up his lips: "Master, when you go on a mission to other countries, you can use this to compete with others! Show off your talents!"

"..."

"Here comes someone! Bring me my chessboard!" Fang Zheng called from behind.

A reporter came forward and handed over a chessboard. Fang Zheng took the chessboard and brought it to Paba: "This is the second gift for the master."

Paba frowned, already starting to feel a little impatient, but he still politely replied: "Brother Fang, if I'm not mistaken, this is just an ordinary chessboard."

"That's right! It's just a chessboard, but if I put one grain of wheat in the first square of the chessboard, two grains in the second square, four grains in the third square, and so on, how many grains of wheat should I put in total?

?”

The corners of Paba's eyes twitched hard twice.

What on earth is he trying to say? I can’t see through it at all!

"I think...it should be tens of thousands of pills no matter what." Paba said in a dull voice.

"Wrong! There is not enough food in the world!"

Paba couldn't hold himself any longer and said in confusion: "Brother Fang, what are you trying to explain? I don't understand it at all!"

Fang Zheng smiled and handed the chessboard to him, turned to the reporter behind him and said, "Have you written everything down?"

The reporter kept writing silently and replied without raising his head: "Write it down."

Then Fang Zheng looked at Paba: "Master, don't get me wrong, it doesn't mean anything special. It's rare for our two countries to get together, so we must leave some beautiful stories behind!"

"I'll give you a gift and let reporters record it and spread it around the world. It's that simple."

I just want to be the protagonist of Yilin, a bosom friend, a story club, and a xxx magazine in the future! It’s that simple!

Paba shook his head helplessly: "Brother Fang is very kind to you, and I appreciate it."

"I heard that you recently opened a textile factory in the capital and recruited a large number of female workers. Is this true?"

Fang Zheng glanced at him: "Master is really well-informed! Speaking of which, the future of this textile factory may be closely related to you and me?"

"In the future, maybe we will build a new factory to use wool to make clothes. When the trade routes between our two countries are opened, how much wool you have will be how much wool we charge at a high price!"

Praba's eyes lit up: "Is this true?"

"Take it seriously! You must take it seriously!"

Paba smiled: "Okay! Then I'm looking forward to Brother Fang coming to harvest our country's wool."

"It's not too early now. It's time for me to leave. Let's just say goodbye!"

Fang Zheng arched his hands.

Praba turned around and left, bidding farewell to the officials in the courtyard one by one.
To be continued...