Valkyrie of the Marvel Universe

Washington is the capital of justice, everything here revolves around politics, and politics has permeated every aspect of the city and everyone.

It is no exaggeration to say that all the industrial chains here are built around Zhengzhi. In this city, people who lack political integrity have bleak prospects even for part-time jobs.

Lindeman took a new mission to Northwest Washington, where the Wakanda embassy in the United States is located.

Although Wakanda is an agricultural country, the embassy is beautifully built. Sure enough, just because a country is poor does not mean that their king is also poor.

But such an extravagant king is a good thing for him to complete his mission.

The embassy is adjacent to Van Nuys Avenue in the north, International Street in the west, and International Road and Central Park in the south. The exterior wall of the building is made of French limestone with elegant color and fine texture, which is in harmony with the numerous limestone federal buildings in the Washington area.

The solemn and solemn white arches are flanked by guards holding spears. They are dressed in Wakanda's own characteristic clothing. Looking at the shape, it seems that it should be something like a battle armor.

Lindeman secretly laughed in his heart, this is the 21st century, take a broken spear, is there a bird for it?

But years of political literacy did not allow him to show any contemptuous attitude on his face. He came to the gate of the embassy, ​​politely called the guards by name, expressed his intention, and asked to see the ambassador of Wakanda.

After waiting patiently for a while, he was successfully taken into the embassy and met Ambassador Traby, a strong middle-aged black man.

Compared with those barbaric indigenous warriors outside, Ambassador Trabi is much more civilized. At least he put on a suit and tie.

"Nice to meet you, Ambassador Traby. My name is Lindemann, and I am here on behalf of Mr. Manville Lincoln, MP."

"I'm glad to meet you too, Mr. Lindemann, the leopard god protects you."

The two talked nonsense to each other in diplomatic terms for a long time before Lindemann got to the point.

"Mr. Lincoln is also a black man. He has been working hard to improve the social status of black people in the Federation. He is also keen to support the advancement of the industrialization process of African countries. Dozens of African countries have benefited from Mr. Lincoln's efforts. "

"Mr. Lincoln is really a noble gentleman. The Leopard God will bless him." Ambassador Trabby smiled and sent his blessing, but did not take the initiative to ask.

Lindeman had 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? Then how to do it?" Ambassador Trabi seemed not very enthusiastic about these.

"The development of a country is inseparable from the utilization of various mineral resources. Mr. Lincoln decided to send multiple exploration teams to your country to conduct a comprehensive geological exploration of Wakanda and understand the mineral divisions on the land of Wakanda. Then Help you build smelters, chemical plants, machinery manufacturing plants, power stations and other infrastructure."

"Ah, then what do we need to pay?" Ambassador Trabby asked with a dull expression.

"Nothing is needed! This is pure charity assistance! You just need to cooperate with the scientific research activities of the prospectors." Linde Mankang replied generously.

"Well..." Ambassador Trabby began to think.

"Ambassador, is there anything else that needs to be considered? If you have any concerns, you may wish to speak out, and I will explain them to you in detail." Lindemann asked strangely.

Trabby glanced at him and thought, Shall I tell you that I was thinking of an excuse to say no to you?

"Mr. Lindemann, please express our country's gratitude to Mr. Lincoln for his kindness, but our country is currently living in prosperity and people live and work in peace and contentment, and there is no need for industrialization."

"...Please forgive me, I don't think the life of the people in your country can be called rich. Your Excellency has lived in Washington DC for a long time, right? Don't you think that compared to a big industrialized city like Washington, your country is richer? Does your life seem a little boring?"

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

Ambassador Traby raised his chin proudly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and continued in a condescending tone:

"Although the material life in industrialized cities is indeed relatively good, most people's spirits are very empty, and they need to borrow alcohol, promiscuity, drugs, etc. to fill their empty hearts. But we will not, the people of Wakanda believe in the leopard god, Live life to the fullest and be happy!"

The ghost is fulfilled and happy. Wouldn't it be over if you just use religion to brainwash?

Lindeman was speechless for a while. He reorganized the language and continued to persuade: "Your Excellency, although everything in your country is peaceful now, if Wakanda is not industrialized, then once foreign enemies invade, how should you respond?"

"We're not worried about that at all."

Ambassador Trabi said with satisfaction: "The surrounding countries are richer than us. There is no need for them to invade a poor country. On the contrary, once we become rich, we will attract more greedy countries and organizations, which will break the tile Calm in Kanda."

Fuck!

You're so damn insecure!

Lindeman was speechless for a while. Where did Wakanda find such a superb ambassador? Where did the three views go?

"For such an important matter, doesn't Your Excellency need to communicate with His Majesty T'Chaka of your country?"

Lindemann planned to bypass this silly ambassador and talk directly to their king. He didn't believe it, the ambassador was stupid, so could the king be as stupid as the ambassador?

Traby lowered his head and thought for a moment before saying, "You are right, I should report to His Majesty the King."

"Then please, Your Excellency, Ambassador. This is my contact information. I turn on the phone 24 hours a day. His Majesty King T'Chaka can call me at any time." Lindeman handed the business card to Trabi with a smile on his face.

Before leaving, he habitually asked, "Your Excellency, how long will His Majesty T'Chaka give me a reply?"

"Oh, Wakanda doesn't have phones or internet, so it might take a little longer," Traby said casually.

Lindeman suddenly had an ominous premonition, and he asked: "This is a little longer, about how long?"

"My term of office ends at the end of next year, and I will return to China to report on my duties. I will tell His Majesty T'Chaka the news at that time."