There are some serious scientists who are trying to analyze the special medicinal value of bovine urine, and have even written several papers published in the Royal Medical Journal of the United Kingdom.

They also submitted their manuscripts to the "Ming Royal Scientific Journal Xinglin", but they rejected them without exception.

Those scientists and Indian scholars who came out of nowhere said that this was the academic double standard of "Xinglin".

Obviously, there are also people in the traditional medicine of the Ming Dynasty, so why don't we publish a paper on cow urine.

In this regard, Xiong Fengshan, honorary president of the Royal Daming Medical College, said that India's urine is not good, and Daming's urine is good!

This view was also remotely praised by Professor Porter of the New York Medical School.

Although British doctors felt that they had been discriminated against by the Ming Dynasty, there was nothing they could do.

Because in recent years, almost all blockbuster medical research papers have been published in "Xinglin".

If you can publish your own paper on it, and let your research results go down in history along with those great discoveries, it is definitely a lifelong pursuit of a medical scientist!

In desperation, they had no choice but to shout: "Keep science away from politics" and "Don't politicize the issue of cow urine".

These voices were lost in the sea, but a Scottish doctor's large-sample retrospective study of thermal power plants, photochemical pollution, and respiratory diseases was published in full in the journal "Xinglin".

In terms of comments, Professor Li Fuming, editor-in-chief of the journal, and Professor Dong Wei, deputy editor-in-chief of the journal, both praised that this is a valuable evidence-based medical data, which will be a valuable asset that is difficult to replicate in the Ming Dynasty, and is of great significance to the health of all mankind.

The Scottish doctor was also invited to give lectures and academic exchanges at the Daming Guozijian Medical College.

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In short, the Ming academic community did not endorse bovine urine therapy.

However, in addition to tea, grain, and jewelry, the goods transported from the Indian colonial territories to the British mainland were still one more strategic material.

When cow urine is dried, irregular crystals are formed.

Like milk powder, it is bagged and shipped to the UK.

The poor in London could not afford the spices, so they bought the crystals, which were mixed with water from the River Thames and used to protect against photochemical pollution.

Fighting poison with poison is yes.

However, many Indian scholars have protested.

They believe that the water of the Thames reduces the efficacy of Indian cow urine.

Ganges water should be used for more authenticity.

All in all, it was a desperate attempt by London's poor under record-breaking 172 days of super-photochemical pollution.

Snowden walked through the streets of London, watching the rush of coming, covering his nose, and there were suspicious yellow water stains on his towels or clothes, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace.

These Anzas are crazy!

Driven crazy by their distant Aryan relatives!

Although Snowden's face under the mask is equally high-nosed and deep-eyed, he knows that he is different from these low-level white people.

That's right, Snowden's private parts also have a husky tattoo.

He is also a white hound lurking in London.

Because they were all one-way contacts by "the gentleman" known as the whistleblower, Snowden did not know James Bond before.

Of course, the latter has now become a citizen of the Ming Dynasty, Mr. Chen Yongren.

The successful landing of Chen Yongren's predecessors made Snowden's belief even stronger.

"Bang!"

At this time, gunshots were heard from a street corner in the distance.

A few low-level white people who can't even afford cow urine masks, or who firmly believe that air pollution is harmless to the human body, cough with a gloating expression.

"It must be the housekeeping police at Scotland Yard executing Jewish financial criminals again!"

[Note: Scotland Yard is the Metropolitan Police Department in London, common name, and has nothing to do with Scotland]

"Ahem, all the beers, all the beers, they should be executed, none of them are innocent!"

"It's long overdue to drive these rice worms out of our country and throw them into the sea like the damned gypsies!"

"That is, the Indians at least brought cow urine, and these beers will only bring usurious debts!"

“……”

Listening to these street rhetoric, Snowden knew that it was impossible to put the brakes on the anti-Semitic climate in Britain today, and it had reached a climax.

It is said that every day people see their Jewish neighbors being taken away by the internal police and never returned.

The Jews of England, and especially London, were all in danger, and they were all trying to get out of this burned hell.

But it's easier said than done.

Since the merger of the United States and the United Kingdom, many Ansa born in the United States have returned to the United Kingdom.

Although they are culturally despised, Newmoney, represented by the New York and Chicago consortiums, uses the power of money to speak for itself.

Today, it is far from the time when Jews "controlled" the United States, at least there is no Jewish plot for these Ansaxes who returned to Britain.

They can't say they have any ill will towards the Jews, but technically, they bring with them the most cosmic genocidal experience in the United States.

Of course, Great Britain itself is not bad for experience.

But one counts short, and two counts long.

After the strong alliance, a large net that is far more sophisticated than the unsuccessful art students has been sprinkled to the whole of the United Kingdom, and even to European countries and regions within the influence of the United Kingdom.

Countless Jews scattered their wealth and tried to flee to Germany to seek refuge, but they all fell to the guns of the internal police, under the lotus faucets of the rain room.

Even the controversy between the Indians and the Jews, who made boots with a softer fit on the skin of the hips, arose on certain occasions when the light was not seen.

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Walking into a fancy tavern, Snowden handed the waiter his expensive tweed coat.

"I'm so sorry, sir!"

The waiter saluted respectfully, smiled and said, "According to the requirements of the Metropolitan Police Department and the Royal Home Office, please take off your mask, we need to do some checks." ”

"Okay."

Snowden removed his special, charcoal-filled mask, revealing a blonde white face.

Seeing that there were no features such as a Jewish nose, the waiter said reassuringly: "Excuse me, sir, please dine!" ”

Snowden stopped him, handed him two pennies, "Go and tell Mr. Louis that his old friend who loves to play with prisms is here." ”

"Yes! Mr! ”

The waiter couldn't help but put two pennies in his pocket, and then ran briskly to the back hall to report to the boss.

After a while, a fat man with a big belly greeted Snowden warmly.

Although the two didn't know each other a second ago, the two secret gestures, the right index finger was invisibly stretched out as one, rolled up like nine, and after repeated three times, they embraced each other.

Soon, Mr. Lewis prepared a private room for Snowden, and took out a large case of wine, as if he wanted to get drunk with his old friend.

At this time, another masked man cautiously walked in.

The waiters are ready to go up for a routine check-up.

This is a requirement of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and if it is found that it is not strictly enforced, it will be questioned.

However, Snowden and Lewis greeted him at the same time, hugging him left and right, "Neeson, why are you here, how can we be without you in our childhood trio?" If you kid don't drink today, I'll close this damn tavern! ”

With that, they pulled the third man into the box.

The waiters didn't care.

Keep doing your own thing.

In the box, the third man took off his mask, revealing a frightened expression and the large, crooked hooked nose.

"Mr. Prime Minister...... Oh no, it's Mr. Benjamin Disraeli, the former Prime Minister......"

Snowden smiled and handed over a glass of red wine, "You should know that smuggling a big man like you to Minglijian is difficult and risky, unless you can prove your worth, and it's worth the risk......

Oh yes, don't tell me about that bullshit Portsmouth project, that's not enough......"

Hearing the words of Agent Daming, there was really a way to imply it, and Benjamin Disraeli showed a look of joy for the rest of his life.

As an opponent, the more you hate and helpless Daming, and when you are a life-saving straw, the more you trust and rely on Daming.

Although there are no promises and guarantees, Benjamin still chooses stud.

As an enemy, Benjamin was well aware of the credibility of the Ming government.

If the credit of the British government is shit, the credit of the Ming government is diamond.

"Don't worry, gentlemen, you will definitely satisfy His Majesty the Emperor!"

He took out a note from his bosom, with a name and a string of numbers on it, "This batch of documents and materials that I have deposited in the Squirrel Savings Bank in France under a pseudonym are all evidence of the crimes committed by the evil British government over the years, as well as maps and data obtained from their illegal surveying and mapping in Africa, the Middle East, the Pamirs, the southern foothills of the Himalayas, Tibet, and even the Yangtze River basin......

Of course, there are also lists of British agents embedded in various countries that I have the authority of the Prime Minister to obtain......"