Just when the two parties were about to start working, Zhu Mei, who was the most politically minded in the group, stood up.

She used to be an international spy, and she was very good at diplomacy and politics, and she knew that if the situation continued like this, China would suffer a dark loss.

Zhu Mei grabbed Fang Yi's hand, leaned into his ear and whispered: "Don't work here, when we get off the plane, we need political asylum or black hands, and now we will suffer if we do it openly." ”

Fang Yi frowned, looked at Zhu Mei's serious face, and took his hand back.

Seeing that Fang Yi didn't move, the French group didn't have a good seizure, because they still understood some of the rules of the game.

In the end, the two parties parted unhappily, each sat in his own seat, and waited for the plane to descend.

In the blink of an eye, the plane was over Rome. After circling for about ten minutes, I landed safely at Rome International Airport.

As soon as they got off the airport, many people from the French group came to receive them. There were local dignitaries, as well as French embassy staff, in short, the pomp was gorgeous enough, as if receiving some head of state and distinguished guests.

On the other hand, Fang Yi's Huaxia group seemed to be a little cold, it had been almost five minutes after getting off the plane, and no one came to receive them.

Fang Yi jumped to his feet in anger and scolded in a low voice: "Grandma's Hua Jianfeng said that there will be a cow fork character to receive him, but there is no cow hair?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a man in a light blue Hanfu robe walking towards him in the distance.

The man is about fifty years old, tall and thin, with a beard, and the most distinctive thing is that he also has a long braid, which looks a little like the ghost servant in the "Chinese Hero" comics.

The only difference is that the middle-aged man looks like a handsome uncle, and his hands are not broken, let alone wearing any masks.

When Fang Yi and the others saw the tall and thin man, they all knew that this person would definitely come to connect. Whether it is from the perspective of aura or clothing, only he is the most likely to connect.

When everyone saw the tall and thin man coming alone, they couldn't help but be a little disappointed. The unpleasantness on the plane was still in their hearts, and it seemed that it was a little difficult to give the French a blow and Zhang Huaxia's face.

Everyone sighed slightly, and then thought that this is right, after all, it is still someone else's place, and Chinese medicine has encountered such a big trouble recently, so it is better to keep a low profile.

Fang Yi looked at the faces of the people behind him and couldn't help but smile slightly. According to what he knows about his grandfather, there may be a plot that turns around this time.

Fang Hongru has been depressed since he got off the plane, but when he saw the tall and thin man coming, there was an indescribable joy on his face. Joy with nostalgia and a little respect?

No, looking at his age, it shouldn't be grandpa's turn to respect, grandpa should respect the person behind this man, right?

Fang Yi had never seen such a look on Fang Hongru's face. So he expected that there would be a good show to watch this time.

Fang Hongru didn't notice Fang Yi's expression, he was indeed a little happy to see the man coming.

He went over and grabbed the man's hand and shook it, and said, "Yusheng! It's been a long time, but Master Ling is okay?"

The man called Yusheng smiled slightly and said, "It's very tough, he asked me to pick up the medical saint and others, but because something happened halfway, I was late, and I hope not to be surprised." ”

Saying that, Yusheng looked at Fang Yi and said with a smile: "This is your grandson Fang Yi, right? Yes, yes, I have read some of his news reports in China, it is very good for young people to dare to act, they are worthy of being the grandson of the medical saint, with this kind of young hero, why not prosper in China?"

Fang Yi was praised by Yusheng like this, and he couldn't help but feel a little dark in his heart. After all, it is indeed very comfortable to be praised by this kind of person who knows at a glance that he is a folk master.

He hurriedly arched his hand and said, "The seniors praised it." ”

Fang Hongru snorted coldly and said, "Yusheng, don't praise this child, this child has cheap bones." ”

Fang Yi really wanted to complain. Is he born or not, why do you talk like this, why don't you give yourself some face in front of outsiders? After all, you can be considered a celebrity now, right?

Yusheng smiled and waved his hand, and said: "You know my character, I never praise people, we don't know all the domestic affairs, but there are also channels to know seven or eight points, and they can't hide it from us." ”

Fang Yi raised his chin proudly, and then his eyes just met Abel who was not far away. Abel's disdainful look stirred his nerves.

Fang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said to Yusheng: "Senior Yusheng, I have something to ask for. ”

After that, he told 1510 everything that happened on the plane. Although he didn't know what Yusheng was capable of, it was estimated that the people who were valued by the King of Soldiers and his grandfather would not have much water.

After listening to Fang Yi's story, Yusheng's face suddenly changed, and he said in a deep voice: "Little nephew, you are doing the right thing, Huaxia people should have a little backbone, okay, you want to vent your anger, right?

With that, Ling Yusheng rushed behind Abel like an arrow, and lifted him over like a chicken in a young eagle.

Fang Yi's mouth opened slightly. What is his origin? He is not afraid of encountering the troubles that Zhu Mei said?

Before Fang Yi could finish his surprise, Ling Yusheng said in fluent English: "Apologize to me!"

Abel was dumbfounded, and just when he didn't know what to do, a group of reporters rushed up. When some of the sharp-eyed reporters saw Ling Yusheng, they all shouted and took pictures one after another.

"Ling Yusheng, the most low-key Chinese gentleman, Ling Yusheng, he is a very famous gentleman in Rome, he actually came here!"

"Look, what did he want to do when he caught the French regiment, could it be some special conflict?"

"Gentleman Ling is still the president of the Roman Chinese Martial Arts Association, if he wants to beat people, won't he kill people?"

"Don't talk about it, hurry up and take pictures, this time the manuscript will make a lot of money!"

One or two reporters kept making noise and taking pictures, and they didn't see the ugliness and desolation of Abel's treatment at all. Fang Yi heard Ling Yusheng's message from Zhu Mei's translation, and was so shocked that his jaw was about to fall.

A person who is such a actually came to the airport to pick him up in person? What kind of person is his master? Is he an old monster at the level of a soldier king? Or is it an existence that is even more bullish than the king of soldiers?

Fang Yi suddenly felt a little dizzy. What kind of strange circle do you find yourself in, and how do you meet such a character every once in a while? My little heart is about to burst.

Ling Yusheng looked at the reporters and said in a deep voice: "Huaxia is a country of etiquette and will not beat people indiscriminately, but Huaxia is also a nation with backbone and a hard body, and will definitely not be bullied by others! The head of the French regiment, Abel, disregarded international friendship and criticized Huaxia indiscriminately, and I will ask him to give an explanation now!"

Ling Yusheng spoke loudly and sonorously, and the scene was suddenly quiet.

After a while, a red-haired reporter stepped forward and said: "Huaxia's recent status is worrying, especially Huaxia traditional Chinese medicine has been pushed to the cusp, you are acting in such a high-profile manner, aren't you afraid that people with intentions will make a big fuss about it?"

The doctors we came this time will definitely be able to solve this incident, not only to clear the name of traditional Chinese medicine, but also to push Huaxia to a new height with the help of traditional Chinese medicine. ”

Ling Yusheng glanced at the reporters in the audience seriously, pointed at Fang Yi and Fang Hongru, and said: "This is the Huaxia Medical Saint, the grandson of the Medical Saint Fang Yi, Fang Yi has a lot of information now, you can check it on the Internet at will, I won't repeat it, in short, with them, anything can be solved!"

Hearing Ling Yusheng say this, the reporters immediately focused their cameras on Fang Yi's two ancestors and grandchildren. Although the Chinese have not been well received in Rome recently, they will not give up such explosive news due to professional habits.

Of course, how to write and distribute this manuscript when it comes to them is another matter.

The people of the Fang family have always been very low-key, Fang Yi is okay, Fang Hongru is not used to the lighting of this kind of lens at all, he turned his head and said to Fang Yi: "If you have anything to say, my eyes are glazed." ”

The corners of Fang Yi's mouth twitched. Although he is not afraid of these spotlights, it is rare to encounter such a situation, and he doesn't know what to talk about if you ask him to talk about it.

Ling Yusheng was accustomed to seeing this kind of big scene, so he turned around and said: "Don't be afraid, no matter what the reporter asks you, you can say it according to your ideas, I will give you a good translation, with me Ling someone here, no one can help my compatriots!"

Fang Yi looked at Ling Yusheng's side face and felt that he was too domineering, completely different from his old hooligan master. Why are they all masters, and the difference is so big?

Fang Yi nodded with a smile, turned around and said, "There is only one thing I want to say, that is, the French regiment must apologize to our Huaxia, he can't insult our country!"

The red-haired reporter frowned and said, "But Huaxia Chinese medicine has killed dozens of people, and they only express the thoughts of most people, is this also wrong?"

Fang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the red-haired reporter and said: "What you said is not right, Chinese medicine is just misunderstood, how can it be harmful? Huaxia has a history of 5,000 years, and Chinese medicine has a long history, if it is harmful, does Huaxia still exist?"

The red-haired reporter still wanted to speak, so Fang Yi stretched out his hand and waved, and said: "I know what you want to say, we will come here in person because we want to find out the truth, before the truth is clarified, Huaxia will not tolerate anyone's insults, and Chinese medicine cannot be ridiculed at all!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Abel, and continued: "Before that, any unjust remarks are slander and hurtful words, and the dignity of the Chinese nation is not your turn to trample on, so you must apologize!"

Abel's face twitched, and just as he was about to answer something, the phone in his pocket vibrate.

He took it out and looked at it, the darkness on his face flickering.

After a while, Abel raised his head and said, "I can apologize to you personally, but if you apologize to Huaxia, then you must prove that Chinese medicine has nothing to do with the murder...... Three months, we limit it to three months, if you win, I apologize to France, if you lose, Huaxia apologizes, how?"

The corners of Fang Yi's mouth rose, his sleeves flicked, and he said, "A word is a certainty!"