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While Qiao Cunzhi and Han Youpeng were chatting happily, Qiao Jing was still at the backstage of the expo, quickly flipping through the documents of guests from various countries.

It is said that most of the stories written by the author come from real life. The reason why Flowers in the Mirror and Water Moon can aspire to the top position in the online literary world is actually behind the strict education of Qiao's father when he was young.

When Qiao Jing was young, not only did he have to learn piano, violin, classical Chinese, and the common languages ​​of the five permanent member countries, but he was also instilled with many strange skills for no reason——

For example, abacus and mental arithmetic, hard pen and soft pen calligraphy.

Another example, shorthand.

Therefore, although these materials were only glanced at, he basically remembered them all in his mind.Although this kind of memory is not reliable, it will definitely be enough for the next seven days.

Of course, as a French translator, he also had to meet with Qiao Cunzhi's team.

Some of them had seen him before, and they greeted Qiao Jing happily: "Little Qiao, did Teacher Qiao bring you here this time?"

Qiao Jing: "...um."

He now misses the time when he was coding alone at home.

If I knew it earlier, it wouldn't be over so soon.

"Do you know the content of the opening ceremony performance?"

But those who often travel with Qiao Cunzhi basically know his son's personality, so they don't mind Qiao Jing's indifference. If his son has problems, then the intelligence department has already become a sieve.

"I heard that it will be broadcast live nationwide at that time! And dozens of countries around the world will broadcast it."

"Is it such a grand occasion? It's not the Spring Festival Gala." One person laughed, "Compared with this, I'm more interested in the one who came to the venue yesterday. He should be here today, right?"

"Probably...?" The man was also a little uncertain, "Anyway, I saw him at the venue this morning."

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at Qiao Jing, who hadn't participated in the discussion all this time: "Little Qiao, do you know that "Song of the Earth"?"

Before Qiao Jing could answer, he slapped his head: "Look at me, am I stupid? Teacher Qiao is the consultant of Yan Heqing's investigation team, how could you not know."

"Wait a minute," a competent female interpreter with a ponytail tied wondered, "I just came last night, why can't I understand what you are talking about? I have also read the book "Song of the Earth", but it is not the same as What does this fair have to do with us?"

"You don't even know?"

The man made a fuss and said, "That person is a celebrity in this exhibition!"

The female interpreter glared at him: "Play some charades well, and just speak up if you have something to say! Who is it?"

"They should be talking about Master Yang. He is the chief designer of a certain new fighter jet in the country. He came to the expo this time for matters related to the first show of the fighter jet at the opening ceremony." The team's deputy captain said, "I also listened to Joe The teacher said, this person is only 24 years old this year, and now works in the Chinese Academy of Sciences—coincidentally, his name is also Yang Liu.”

Hearing this, Qiao Jing, who had been doing his own thing in silence with his head bowed, finally changed his expression slightly.

008, who turned into a wristband, said in surprise, "So, does the protagonist of "Song of the Earth" actually have a prototype?"

"No," Qiao Jing denied in his heart, "I didn't know this 'Willow' before."

So, it's just a coincidence.

But if it’s just the same name and surname, it’s fine, if you add a few labels such as young and promising, talented designer, Chinese Academy of Sciences, etc... Then it’s hard to guarantee that someone will think too much.

Even Qiao Cunzhi's team couldn't help but wonder: "Didn't Yan Heqing really write the book "Song of the Earth" based on this person's experience?"

"Who knows."

The deputy captain shrugged, clapped his hands and said, "Okay, enough time for chatting, go back and sort out the materials for tomorrow, if you can't answer the questions by then, then you all know what will happen .”

Thinking of Qiao Cunzhi's stern face, everyone became nervous at the same time, and gave Qiao Jing a sympathetic look.

It's not easy being the son of Mr. Qiao!

Qiao Jing: Thank you, I think so too.

But I have to say that the discussion of the few people just now has successfully aroused his interest. It is very rare that Joe Lens once had the idea of ​​"wanting to meet" a stranger.

Not only because of curiosity, but also as an author, when he knows that there are real people whose experiences are almost completely similar to those of the protagonist in his own writing, the complex emotions that cannot be expressed in words.

If I had to use one word to describe it, would it be "kind"?

On the day of the opening ceremony.

Ji Nanqiu got up at five o'clock in the morning, washed up a few times, then carefully took out the high-end tailor-made suit that was specially ironed last night and had never been married in this life, and put it on over the shirt, and then clumsily He tied his tie while looking in the mirror.

perfect!

Since he was wearing such an expensive suit, of course he couldn't take a taxi, what if he got his clothes dirty.Gritting his teeth, Ji Nanqiu spent huge sums of money to order a luxury car that he would never dare to think about, and asked the driver to take him to the expo venue in the suburbs of N city.

Although he would definitely be scolded by his wife after returning home, he comforted himself with joy in bitterness, but it was a rare experience in life, and it was worth it.

There is also a video camera hanging around his neck, which is not his, but a gift from military fans in the group after hearing that Ji Nanqiu was invited to participate in this expo.When Ji Nanqiu received it, he was very moved, and he even vowed on the forum that when he arrived at the exhibition, he would definitely take hundreds of wonderful photos for his brothers, so that everyone would have a good time!

As soon as he got off the car, Ji Nanqiu couldn't help but gasped.

Not only because the people present were all elites in suits and leather shoes, but what surprised Ji Nanqiu was that these people were all so young!

Especially the two young men who lined up for the security check at the entrance over there. Looking at the line from a distance, he couldn't help thinking, how handsome they are.

He felt a little inferior for a while.

But Ji Nanqiu thought about it again, the waves behind the Yangtze River drive the waves ahead, and young people mostly represent the next generation of the country's excellence. If all the people attending this kind of exhibition are old men in their seventies and eighties, then this country is really going to end. Good.

"Okay, next one."

Qiao Jing put down her hands and walked in through the security gate.

The security of this exhibition can be called the strictest in history, and the body search alone has been searched no less than three times.

But this is also normal, because not only the presidents, vice presidents or managers of many multinational companies will attend this exhibition, but even the leaders of some countries will also attend.

In Qiao Jing's mind, there was even a rabbit with bright eyes waiting to count pennies.

Jing Xinglan looked at him, curled his lips and asked, "Why did you suddenly laugh?"

"...It's nothing, I thought of something interesting."

Qiao Jing quickly came back to his senses, and said calmly.

Today he finally changed into the suit that was custom-made in the store. The proprietress was indeed recommended by Jing Xinglan and claimed to be the person who "knows handsome men best". The suit she made for Qiao Jing was not only extremely exquisite in workmanship The standard and standard won Jing Xinglan's heart.

Suit has been a formal suit for European and American people since its birth. Few Asians can hold it up. Jing Xinglan used to be a model, so it is easy to control; Qiao Jing is already thin. There are very few suits suitable for him on the market, but the proprietress used her rich experience and excellent tailoring skills to make a very suitable suit for him. The waist part perfectly reflects Qiao Jing's figure , it seems that he has a slender waist and long legs, and a tall and straight figure. Standing in the crowd is a sight.

Especially with the sign of French translation hanging around his neck, he is simply a standard young talent.

——At the entrance of the venue, there were no fewer than six or seven men and women who were spotted by Jing Xinglan and secretly glanced at Qiao Jing while he was waiting for the security check.

But Qiao Jing didn't seem to have any awareness of his own charm, thinking that these people were just looking at Jing Xinglan.

Another reason is that before Qiao Jing came to the venue today, he deliberately cut his bangs according to Qiao Cunzhi's instructions. Until now, he is still not quite used to the new hairstyle, so he has been unable to fully concentrate.

After the security check, Qiao Jing fiddled with the broken hair on his forehead a little uncomfortably, and said to Jing Xinglan, "Then I'll leave first."

Although they came in together, Qiao Jing was also responsible for translating when he came to the expo this time, so the two separated after a few words.

Qiao Jing found the location of the team, and everyone had already packed up the materials and things to be used later, and they were chatting in twos and threes in the room.

Qiao Cunzhi, as the team leader, also changed into a formal suit today, wearing a tie in front of the mirror.

Although he is old, he feels completely different from Qiao Jing when he wears a suit. The traces of wind and frost on the corners of his eyes and brows endow him with a majestic aura that has accumulated over the years, like a cup of bitter tea with a long aftertaste. The leisurely aura is not something that ordinary people can easily imitate. Only diplomats who have experienced many battles can possess such qualities.

Qiao Jing walked behind Qiao Cunzhi and straightened the collar of his shirt for him.

Qiao Cunzhi turned his head to look at him, his face was not obvious, but his tone unconsciously carried a trace of satisfaction: "Your taste has finally improved, is the suit custom-made?"

Qiao Jing nodded.

The father and son were reflected in the mirror. Although they didn't feel it themselves, everyone in the room was peeking at them from the corner of their eyes.Many people are whispering:

"Mr. Qiao is indeed Mr. Qiao's son, so handsome."

"Yes, but I still like Mr. Qiao more. The charm of the uncle circle on him is absolutely amazing."

"Don't you think that although Xiao Qiao is young, he already has the calm and calm [-]-meter aura of his father? Young is better than blue. In ten years, I guarantee that he will be a hundred times more handsome than Mr. Qiao. "

"Haha, anyway, they are father and son, both handsome."

Qiao Cunzhi heard it, he coughed hard, and said with a stern face: "It's almost time, give me a little tension and cheer up!"

Everyone shut their mouths immediately, not daring to make any more noise.

After everything was ready, Qiao Cunzhi led the translation team to the box where the opening ceremony was watched.

They were the first to arrive, but it didn't take long for the leaders of Huaguo to arrive.

These leaders obviously knew Qiao Cunzhi, and they were sitting in their seats, looking at the vast airport runway in front of them, drinking tea and chatting.

There are several fighter planes parked on the runway for the next performance, and the fuselages are still covered with gray cloth, so it is impossible to tell what model is underneath.Many staff members ran around the fighter plane, probably doing final inspections.

Qiao Jing found that it was probably because it was not the time for the opening ceremony and the foreign guests hadn't arrived yet, so the expressions on the faces of the leaders in the box were quite relaxed.

The translators put on their earphones and moved a small bench to sit in the back. Some seized the last time to read the materials, and some sat on their seats to let their brains go. Anyway, there is nothing for them to translate now.

Of course, on such a serious occasion, the mobile phone must not be dared to look at it.

Qiao Jing belonged to the latter. While he was in a daze, he focused part of his attention on his father. These leaders did not avoid them while chatting. Therefore, Qiao Jing also listened to "Yan Heqing" and "Song of the Earth". " and other keywords.

But he watched his eyes, nose, nose and heart, pretending that he didn't hear anything.

Still the old saying:

You discuss Yan Heqing, what's the matter with Qiao Jing?

After all the foreign guests arrived and took their seats, as expected, someone soon brought up the book "Song of the Earth" again. Information about Yan Heqing.

But at this moment, a leader suddenly coughed heavily, which attracted the attention of everyone in the box.

He exchanged glances with Qiao Cunzhi who was sitting on the side, and said intentionally or unintentionally: "By the way, where is that young man? Call him in too."

Qiao Cunzhi smiled and said, "It was originally planned like this. Don't worry, he should be on the way to the venue on the tarmac now, and he will arrive soon."

The charade played by the two made the foreign guests around them curious, but among them, the ambassador of country M frowned slightly.

For some reason, he had a bad feeling.

Not long after the assistant left, he led a young man into the box.

Qiao Jing's expression changed, and he raised his head.

This man is about twenty years old, with a very youthful baby face, and curly black hair. It can be seen that he specially used hairspray for today's formal occasion, but there is still a stubborn strand. When he got up, he was wearing a somewhat baggy suit. It looked like he had no experience, so he bought it too big.

When he came in, all the guests in the box raised their heads and stared straight at him, their eyes mixed with complex emotions such as curiosity and inquiry.

Probably because he was a little embarrassed to be stared at by so many people, the young man looked a little embarrassed, he smiled a little nervously, and quickened his pace to walk in front of everyone.

He took the initiative to introduce himself:

"Hello leaders and guests, my name is Yang Liu, and I am from the Chinese Academy of Sciences."

"——At the same time, she is also the chief designer of the 'Xuannv' space drone."