It's important to be famous, Xiao Letian is even famous, and the more fans he can win during this trip to Europe, the more beneficial it will be to his negotiations.

No European government can ignore public opinion, Benjamin is no exception, although he is the prime minister of the empire on which the sun never sets, and the little Chinese are simply a baby in his eyes, but he also has weaknesses, and he also has forces that dare not offend.

He can't afford to provoke the royal family, he also has a headache with the opposition party, and what makes him even more frightened is public opinion, whether the people like him or not directly determines whether he can still have power.

Xiao Lotian wants to deal with Benjamin, or the politicians who are hostile to him in the whole of Europe, and there are only two assistants he can rely on, one is the enemy of the enemy, that is, those opposition parties and opposition parties, and the second is public opinion, to put it bluntly, the number of fans.

Millions of pounds of publicity money have been spent, but it is not only a great success, these are Xiao Letian's tools to gather fans.

The same is true today, 400,000 people poured into the streets because of Xiao Letian's series of reports on the Oriental Chinese ethnic group, and it was the continuous and in-depth propaganda of China and the promotion of this diplomatic visit that attracted so many people to gather here.

Of course not, Xiao Letian has too many followers to count, he has long foreseen today's hot scene, and he also guessed this chaos.

"This chaos is caused by the Führer, and it will eventually be quelled by the Führer, citizens of London......!

Leo shouted from the bell tower like a neurotic poet, and the guards behind him smiled wryly and pulled out signal fireworks.

Sou...... Syllable...... Syllable......

A few muffled noises exploded in the sky, and many people on the street subconsciously looked up at the sky, "What's going on? Where are the fireworks?"

"Nonsense, what kind of fireworks are set off in broad daylight? It can't be someone shooting, right......"

"Impossible, with so many police and troops stationed, who would dare to shoot......?

While the crowd was talking, suddenly on the roof of a building four or five hundred meters away from Westminster Abbey, another signal fireworks burst into the sky and exploded in midair.

The signals were passed out one by one, and soon all the signal points in half of the city of London were ordered, and figures appeared on the roofs of countless buildings, and these people carried long steps one by one, and soon stood on the eaves along the street.

"Look, there's someone on the roof...... That's a lot!"

People were talking to each other in the air, and the London police noticed the uninvited guests, "Come down, what are you doing? Come down......

These policemen never expected that there would be a group of people haunting the rooftops, and all the security work neglected this place.

These are the hired employees of the Chinese Foundation, and they are a group of capable spies, and a group of European men raised by high salaries are veterans and outlaws.

These people were not afraid of the London police at all, and they smiled contemptuously and bowed their heads to untie the ropes that bound the cloth rolls, and the long steps were more than forty meters long.

There is not just one, but an infinite number of them, and there are basically these elusive people on the buildings on both sides of every street.

Vauxhall Bridge Road, Victoria Street, Jamaica Road, Tower Bridge Road, London, ...... Basically, from Buckingham Palace to Tower Bridge, these mysterious people appear on all the main roads in this area.

Outside Buckingham Palace, Downing Street, Admiralty, St Martin's Church, Royal Opera House, King's College, St Paul's Cathedral, Bank of England Headquarters...... All the way up to Tower Bridge in London, this mysterious figure has appeared on the rooftops of almost all well-known buildings.

Outside St. Paul's Cathedral, under the parasol, Fang Guan threw a wink at Prince Edward with a gold-sprinkled perfume fan, almost fascinating Edward.

It was through the diplomatic efforts of Fang Guan that the Foundation received the Prince's nod, otherwise such an important building would never have been borrowed by the Foundation.

Fang Guan's public relations skills are simply awesome.

Edward walked up to the beauty, bowed his head and held Fang Guan's hand, kissed the back of his hand lightly, and said flatteringly, "My goddess, you said you were going to surprise me, where is ......it?"

Fang Guan smiled and pulled out his hand, "Dear Royal Highness, don't be in a hurry, our gift is not only for you, but also for the Queen, to London, and the ...... of the whole United Kingdom"

"Aren't you having a headache with this chaos? Don't worry, we have a way to make these 400,000 people calm down, and they will soon be quiet......

"Really, I'm looking forward to it......" As he spoke, Prince Edward's eyes suddenly straightened as if he wanted to be stuck in his throat.

At the end of his cash, on the roof of the Bank of England building, just east of St. Paul's Cathedral, a huge white silk silk was slowly lowering.

The Bank of England is four stories high, and its entrance is a huge Roman-style stone column with a very beautiful carving at the top.

Now, a group of Foundation personnel were slowly laying down the ropes, and a huge curtain of countless pieces of white satin began to fall slowly.

The prince was stunned, the royal family was stunned, the attendants were stunned, and the people on the street were stunned, as if a cold wind had suddenly blown, and the street, which had just been noisy, suddenly fell silent.

"It's ...... Is this a painting?" Prince Edward's son, George Jr., drooled in astonishment, and the future Emperor of Prussia, who was living in his grandmother's house, shouted as little William pointed to the white silk with his mouth open.

"Uncle, uncle, look at it...... It's a Chinese painting? The kind of Chinese painting you have in your showroom! Didn't you snatch a lot of these paintings from China?"

This unlucky boy, why can't you open any pot and mention which pot? Saying anything in front of Fang Guan, Edward really wants to beat this nephew.

"What nonsense, I bought it!" the prince looked black.

While the uncle and nephew were arguing, the painting was finally revealed, and suddenly the street exclaimed, "Oh God, what is this...... Chinese landscapes?"

That's right, the huge silk canvas unfolded at the Bank of England is enlarged and copied by Zhan Ziqian's "Spring Tour" by Zhan Ziqian of the Sui Dynasty

The huge canvas is 18 meters high and 28 meters wide, and is made of more than 100 pieces of white silk made in Jiangnan.

It took a month for the four painters to copy Zhan Ziqian's picture of You Chun, and of course they couldn't copy the essence of Zhan Ziqian, but it was enough to bluff people who had never seen Chinese painting before.