Washington is the capital of justice, and everything here revolves around justice, and it permeates every aspect and every person in the city.

It is no exaggeration to say that all the industrial chains here are born around Zhengzhi. In this city, people who lack positive treatment cells have a dark future even if they work.

Lindeman arrives in Washington's Northwest District with a new assignment, where Wakanda's U.S. embassy is located.

Although Wakanda is an agrarian country, the embassy is quite beautifully built. Sure enough, just because the country is poor doesn't mean that their king is also poor.

But such a poor and extravagant king is a good thing for him to complete his task.

The embassy is bordered by Van Nuys Avenue to the north, International Street to the west, and International Road and Central Park to the south. The building's exterior is made of French limestone, which is elegant and delicate, in harmony with the many limestone federal buildings in the Washington area.

The solemn white arch, next to each stood a guard with a spear, dressed in the characteristic costume of Wakanda's own country, and looking at the shape, it seemed that it should be something like a war armor.

Lindemann laughed in his heart, this is the 21st century, take a broken spear, and use a bird?

But after years of positive governance, he did not show any contempt on his face. He came to the embassy and politely addressed the doorman by name, indicating his intention to see the ambassador of Wakanda.

After waiting patiently for a while, he was smoothly ushered into the embassy and met Ambassador Trabi, a sturdy middle-aged black man.

Compared to the savage indigenous warriors outside, Ambassador Trabi was much more civilized, at least he put on a suit and tie.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ambassador Trabi. My name is Lindemann, and I am here on behalf of Mr. Manville Lincoln, a member of the Federal Congress. ”

"I'm glad to see you, Mr. Lindeman, and the leopard god is protecting you."

The two exchanged diplomatic rhetoric for a long time before Lindemann got to the point.

"Mr. Lincoln was also a black man, and he was committed to improving the social status of blacks in the Union, and he was also enthusiastic about supporting the industrialization of African countries. Dozens of African countries have benefited from Mr. Lincoln's efforts. ”

"Mr. Lincoln is a noble gentleman, and the panther god will bless him." Ambassador Trabi smiled and sent his blessings, but did not ask questions.

Lindeman had no choice but to take the initiative to introduce, "Mr. Lincoln heard that Wakanda is an agricultural country with a very weak industrial foundation, so he intends to help Wakanda integrate into the world and become an industrialized and civilized country." ”

"Oh, is that so? So how do you do that? "Ambassador Trabi doesn't seem to be very keen on that.

"The development of a country is inseparable from the utilization of various mineral resources. Mr. Lincoln has decided to send a number of exploration teams to your country to conduct a comprehensive geological survey of Wakanda and to understand the mineral sector on Wakanda soil. Then help you build infrastructure such as smelters, chemical plants, machine factories, power stations, etc. ”

"Ah, what do we have to give?" Ambassador Trabi asked with a stinging expression.

"Nothing is needed! This is pure charity aid! You just need to cooperate with the scientific activities of the surveyors. Lindemann replied with a sigh of relief.

"Hmm......," Ambassador Trabi began to ponder.

"Your Excellency, is there anything else to consider? If you have any concerns, please speak up and I will explain them to you in detail. Lindemann asked curiously.

Trabi looked at him and thought, "Am I going to tell you that I'm wondering how to make excuses for rejecting you?"

"Mr. Lindeman, please express to Mr. Lincoln our country's gratitude to him for his kindness, but our country is now living in abundance, and its people live and work in peace and contentment, and there is no need for industrialization."

“…… With all due respect, I do not feel that the lives of the people of your country are rich. Your Excellency the Ambassador has been living in Washington for a long time, right? Don't you think that life in your country is a little dull compared to a big post-industrial city like Washington? ”

"Mr. Lindeman, Wakanda is an agrarian country, we have no shortage of food, and under the wise leadership of His Majesty T'Chaca, all the people have something to eat. Unlike your country, where people often starve to death, no one in Wakanda has ever starved to death. ”

Ambassador Trabi raised his chin proudly, a smile on his lips, and continued in a condescending tone:

"Although the material life of industrialized cities is indeed relatively good, most of the people are very empty in spirit, and need to borrow alcohol, promiscuity, drugs, etc. to fill their empty minds. But we won't, the people of Wakanda believe in the leopard god and live a full and happy life! ”

The ghost is full and happy, and just say that it is not over to brainwash with religion?

Lindemann was speechless for a while, he reorganized his language, and continued to persuade: "Your Excellency, although everything is peaceful in your country now, if Wakanda is not industrialized, then how will you deal with the invasion of foreign enemies?" ”

"We're not worried about that."

"The surrounding countries are all richer than us, and there is no need for them to invade a poor country. On the contrary, once we become rich, it will attract more greedy countries and organizations, which will instead break the peace of Wakanda. ”

Holy!

You're still insecure!

Lindeman was speechless for a while, such a superb ambassador, where did Wakanda find it? Where are the three views crooked?

"Doesn't Your Excellency the Ambassador need to communicate with His Majesty T'Chaka of your country about such an important matter?"

Lindemann was going to bypass the stupid ambassador and talk directly to their king. He didn't believe it, the ambassador was stupid, could it be that the king would be as stupid as the ambassador?

Trabi lowered his head and thought for a moment before saying, "What you said makes sense, I should report it to His Majesty the King." ”

"Then please Your Excellency, Ambassador, this is my contact information, I will be on twenty-four hours a day, and His Majesty King T'Chaka can call me at any time." Lindemann smiled and handed Trabi the business card.

Before taking his leave, he habitually asked one more question, "Your Excellency, how long will His Majesty T'Chaka reply to me?" ”

"Oh, Wakanda doesn't have a phone and internet, so it could be a little longer." Trabi said casually.

Lindemann suddenly had a sense of foreboding, and he asked, "How long is this longer?" ”

"At the end of my term at the end of next year, I will return to China to report on my work, and I will tell His Majesty T'Chaka the news when the time comes."