"Okay," Warfield motioned to the people around him to close the car window, looked at Qi Xiao and thought for a while, "It seems that you can't stay in this historic hotel today, maybe we can choose a closer place, how about the Waldorf Astoria Hotel, it is also a hotel with a very old history, and the prime minister of your country, Li Hongzhang, once stayed in this hotel." ”

"What are you comparing me to him?" Qi Xiao was looking at the leaflet in his hand with relish, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but glare at Warfield, and then he sighed, and his disappointment couldn't help but overflow.

Before the people around him could reflect, I saw him casually open the car door next to him, turn around and get out of the car, and then lightly touched his feet, and his figure suddenly jumped up more than ten meters high.

A bunch of New York police officers who had been ordered to explain and the officers and officers who got out of the convoy were stunned at once, and no one knew why he could stomp his feet so lightly and flew up.

Then I saw Qi Xiao like a balloon that was constantly leaking, his clothes were fluttering, and his figure slowly floated down. He smiled at a group of guards and diplomats who got out of the car and said, "Keep driving, we can pass." ”

A group of people looked at Admiral Warfield with suspicion and asked for his opinion, but Warfield only thought for three seconds before nodding: "Do as he says." ”

The convoy continued to move forward, and through the window, it seemed that they could smell the smell of sulfur in the air and the faint shouting sound, which became louder and louder, and the expressions of the two diplomats beside Qi Xiao couldn't help but become nervous.

Finally, the convoy stopped, and the black suit from before ran over, helped open the door, and stared at Qi Xiao with a pair of huge eyes, with a suspicious expression on his face, this time he didn't wear sunglasses.

Qi Xiao got out of the car, rubbed his hands, wrapped his windbreaker tightly, and turned around to greet General Warfield: "Why is the weather so cold now?" ”

Warfield looked at the flames in front of him, many shops had been smashed, goods had been looted, and on the street, the surging crowds of people blocked the entire street, many holding protest signs, baseball bats, and even Molotov cocktails, beer bottles, confronting the police officers with shields and batons.

Everyone turned their eyes to Qi Xiao, only to see him brushing his hair and stretching his fingers, as if he didn't take the fierce confrontation in front of him to heart.

After stretching his muscles and bones, Qi Xiao turned around and said, "Hey, little fat man, give me the corn in your handbag." ”

When the fat officer next to Warfield heard this, he was about to retort immediately, his handbag did contain corn, which was the supper they secretly brought when they picked up the plane, but because he was afraid of the commander's accusation, he had firmly sealed it in a plastic bag to ensure that the smell would not be revealed at all, but he was somehow discovered by this person.

He was panicking for a while, and wanted to say some excuse to prevaricate the past, but he heard Qi Xiao say again: "Take out the one that has eaten half of it." ”

The little fat man looked at Warfield's gaze, and was no longer able to resist, and immediately obediently took out two corn cobs wrapped in layers of plastic from his handbag.

Qi Xiao took the corn cob and nodded to everyone with a smile.

Warfield hugged his shoulders, and the surrounding police and government officials also got out of the car and gathered around, watching what kind of magic this young man from a foreign country was going to perform.

Qi Xiao pointed at the little fat man: "Have you ever picked up corn?" ”

"No, there isn't." The little fat man held his head high, his stomach was shy, he stared at a pair of copper bell-like eyes, looked at Qi Xiao with some hostility, and shook his head.

"I heard that President George W. Bush and Mr. Wang Baoqiang, an artist of the older generation in my country, were keen to go home and pick bud rice when other people were on vacation, and I think this is a good tradition, isn't it?" Qi Xiao said as he reversed the two corn cobs, exposing the corn stalks that the little fat man had eaten, and then staggered them together and rubbed them vigorously, and the large corn kernels flowed down.

"But it's fresh corn." The little fat man couldn't help but ask in his heart. His hometown is in Montana, which is a major corn producing region, and he knows that dry and hard corn can be kneaded with two corn cobs to knead the kernels, but he has never seen cooked corn that can remain so intact after kneading.

He handed two empty corn cobs to the translator Wang Zhe, then grabbed two handfuls of corn kernels in both hands and looked at the onlookers with a smile: "Next, it is the moment to witness the miracle......

A bad feeling suddenly appeared in Warfield's heart, and before he could speak, he saw Qi Xiao throw the corn kernels in his hands towards the surging crowd on Fifth Avenue......

"Get out of the way." With Qi Xiao's shout, I saw that in an instant, the crowd that stretched for a full kilometer suddenly fell silent, and all the protesters fell down one by one, they lined up very regularly, and they all fell in the direction of both sides of the road, as if they were like a cornfield blown by a hurricane.

And in the middle of the main road, a narrow lane is exposed.

The policemen, who were struggling to maintain order, slowly put down their shields and batons, looked around suspiciously, wiped the sweat from their faces, and some of them looked in the direction of the convoy behind them.

"They ......" Warfield watched the dense crowd fall like this, and his heart couldn't help but rise, and finally he couldn't help but ask.

"In the process of quelling the riots, no humans, no pets, no wildlife and no public facilities have been harmed." Qi Xiao turned his head and explained calmly.

"They just can't move their bodies, it takes about two hours to recover automatically, no need to take medicine, no infusions, no sequelae, no need for any psychological counseling and medical assistance, if someone has high blood pressure, cerebral infarction, varicose arteries and other cardiovascular diseases, this is even very helpful for their recovery." Qi Xiao said calmly to the Americans around him who looked worried and surprised.

"But ......" Warfield still asked hesitantly, he now even had some faint regret for the order just now, you must know that suppressing riots is always a double-edged sword, as a military person, he has no right to quell the riots, if he is accused by the civic groups and councillors, the result will be extremely troublesome.

"If anyone has any legal issues with this operation or someone sues me, look for her." Qi Xiao pointed to Zhao Qianyu beside him, who immediately puffed up his chest and stood with a briefcase as a shrewd and capable professional woman who could be on call at any time.

"Okay." Warfield raised his right hand and secretly wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead with his fingers, as long as he and the army were not involved in legal issues, he was enough to face any questioning.

"Can we get in the car?" After Qi Xiao said this, he walked in the direction of the car by himself, and a soldier immediately opened the car door for him.

When he entered the door, he turned his head again and said, "Also, please remind those police officers that they only have two hours, so that they can hurry up." ”

Warfield smiled wryly, casually ordered, and then got into the car as well.

The convoy continued to move forward under the awe-inspiring gaze of the police, but it was not long before the beautiful Plaza Hotel building could be seen under the lights, and the American reception staff had already lined up in front of the gate to welcome this special guest, and a Chinese flag was hung on the gate.

"It's a Renaissance French castle style, and I recommend you go to the 'Palm Room' or the 'Oak Bar' inside the hotel, which are centuries-old restaurants with some of the best chefs in the United States, and I promise you'll make the trip." Warfield glanced at the hotel through the car window, and turned back to Qi Xiao to introduce him.

"Okay, thank you, General." Qi Xiao politely agreed, buttoned his coat, and turned around and ordered, "Wang Zhe, find the nearest KFC and help me buy a hamburger." ”

The car door opened, and Qi Xiao got out of the car on foot, accompanied by hotel personnel, and approached the door.

At the moment when he was about to enter the door, as if he suddenly remembered, he turned to Warfield and said, "So...... General, shall we say goodbye to this? ”

Warfield smiled: "Welcome to America again." ”

"Thank you." Qi Xiao nodded, turned his head and walked into the door, his figure gradually disappearing into the bright light of the gilded chandelier. Zhao Qianyu and Xiao Wang immediately didn't care about etiquette, and after saying goodbye, they immediately followed him closely.

"General, are we just giving the responsibility of saving the fate of the earth to such a frivolous and arrogant child?" An official asked, watching Warfield stare at the door for a long time.

"Colson, have you ever seen someone who can knock out thousands of people at once and leave them unharmed?" Warfield asked, looking at the hotel door.

"This ...... No. ”

"Also, you should count how many corn kernels there are on a corn cob." Warfield turned his head and said meaningfully to the people around him.

"Are we being too rude to them?" In the artistic corridor of the Plaza Hotel, Zhao Qianyu walked behind Qi Xiao and complained in his mouth.

"You're welcome? These guys have made a mess, and now they are counting on me to die! Qi Xiao followed the waiter of the hotel and said without looking back.

The waiter opened the door, and Qi Xiao was the first to go in and take a look, the main color of the room was coffee, and the door, wall skirt and wall cabinet were all painted in dark colors. One wall has been artistically treated with a large steering wheel embedded in the wall. On the other wall is a Western oil painting of a serene and quiet countryside, with white clouds, green areas, forests, and women working with their trouser legs bent over their waists. In the middle was a huge colored dining table, and in the middle of the table was a huge silver candlestick, and a dozen white candles had been lit.

He nodded with satisfaction, and then turned back and said, "And I believe that this old man Warfield may be the most polite among them, the arrogant American people, and the days of being unkind to me are still to come!" ”;