Hello, Dear Brighton Tower, this is Pan American flight a6384, the flight has arrived over the airport and requested to land.

Hello Pan American flight a6384, the tower agrees to your landing request, please land from the H runway. The wind direction of the airport is northwest wind and the wind speed is three levels. Please remember that you only have twenty minutes to land, otherwise another plane will kick your butt

Flight a6384 was received, old man, I think these twenty minutes are enough for me to have a cup of coffee at the airport.

As the conversation between the flight and the tower ended, a large Boeing 747 slowly descended from the sky and finally landed at Brighton Airport. Zhou Ming and his classmates from the financial class lined up to follow the passenger flow off the plane.

Among the crowd of blond hair, blue eyes, high nose bridges, Zhou Ming and others looked very alternative. They followed the exit passage and asked curiously: Hello Asians, so many of you come here, are you a tour group from Japan or an international student from there?

Before going abroad, Zhou Ming made up for English. As a college student of this era, Zhou Ming's learning ability is still very good. He can become an English language without saying it, but at least the general daily language is no problem. As for other English, they can only rely on the students from these financial classes to translate. They are all top students carefully selected from the country. It is just one English, which cannot defeat them at all.

Zhou Ming understood this question, and he shook his head firmly and said: No, we are Chinese

Zhou Ming's answer surprised these Americans even more: Oh my God, Chinese, are you kidding? I'm sorry, I don't mean to look down on you, but you are not very poor and backward, why do you still have money to fly to the United States? And the braids behind your head? Shouldn't you be wearing those weird clothes, just like you crawled out of a movie decades ago?

Not only the Americans in front of them, but others around them also echoed: Chinese, I know that you all have two beards, they are all sinister, cunning, selfish, and ignorant, they are all smoking crows. Are they cowardly and timid, and even their wives are raped and they will only shout to cheer up next to you. Oh my God, how can you be allowed to enter the country? Are the guys from the Homeland Security Bureau sleeping? They are really a group of bastards who are raised by taxpayers' money but don't do anything.

With this one word left and right, Zhou Ming was still listening to Ye Ning's translation, Li Yang couldn't help but shout in English: You all shut up and the Chinese are not what you say. We are smart, hardworking and brave, many times better than you. I think you are selfish, ignorant, cowardly, timid, and timid.

Li Yang's words attracted boos around him, and a tall and strong black man stood up disdainfully: Hey, I said yellow man, you said I was cowardly and timid, otherwise we would have a fair duel, I promise that it will be unforgettable for you, I am afraid that you will cry and call your mother.

The black man laughed loudly. Li Yang came out and wanted to say something but Zhou Ming pulled him back. Zhou Ming stood out and said: We are Chinese, and we can tell you clearly that China is a very beautiful and great country. It is not like the propaganda you imagined or heard. As long as you have been there, we are very poor now, but in just ten or twenty years, we will definitely stand on the top of the world and become the three major economies in the world.

Zhou Ming's words were sonorous and powerful, especially the firm belief revealed in his words, which was very infectious and made everyone stunned at that time.

But it took a while for a while, and then everyone, including the tall black man, burst into laughter. Someone pointed at Zhou Ming and said: Oh, my dear yellow man, your words are like Walsh's promise, and there is no credibility at all. Even your words are like a tornado in my hometown. You can blow me ten miles away anytime and anywhere, and let me take a free shuttle bus.

The tall black man made a face and mocked: I'm talking about the yellow-skinned man, what do you say is what you think you are? Do you think you are the emperor of China?

As soon as the black man finished speaking, two police officers opened the side door and came to the exit passage, holding the speakers and shouted in very bad Chinese: Mr. Zhou Ming, who is Mr. Zhou Ming from China?

Zhou Ming was very surprised to hear that he called his name. After all, Zhou Ming was sure that it was definitely the first time he came to the United States. How could anyone look for him? And it was through the American police.

If it is said that it has destroyed the Dota plan and caused the US government to lose a trillion yuan, so it is impossible for the US government to catch it if it has mastered its whereabouts. Not to mention that before he came, Mr. Yang said that he had achieved something through diplomatic means. Just saying that the US government really wants to take action, it should have sent federal agents to do it after he stayed in a hotel. It shouldn't be at the airport, so he asked two policemen to shout like this.

Under this idea, Zhou Ming walked over and said in English: Hello, Mr. Police, I am Zhou Ming. Is there anything you have to do with me?

The two policemen used to say in Chinese, and no one could understand except Zhou Ming, but now that Zhou Ming spoke English, they immediately understood. The black man said to the police: This brother in uniform, I tell you, don’t look for him, this Chinese is the emperor of China.

Seeing the tall black man, a policeman took out a baton and pointed it at the black man and said: Turn around and don’t come over.

A word scared the black man. He immediately raised his hands and stood there. Another policeman came over and looked at Zhou Ming up and down a few times, then looked behind Zhou Ming and asked in English: You are the Chinese Zhou Ming who brought students to study here.

Zhou Ming nodded and said yes, and the policeman nodded and said: Someone picked you up at the door, please follow me to exit from here.

Is it someone from the consulate? Zhou Ming asked, the police said no, Zhou Ming said, so I'm sorry, please go back and tell me that someone has already picked me up here, and the consulate's people are waiting for me at the door. If he has anything to do, he can come to the exit to find me.

Leave this sentence to the police, Zhou Ming took the classmates and continued to walk forward, leaving the two policemen in place for a while and didn't know what to say.

Zhou Ming took his classmates out of the exit and saw someone holding a sign with his name written from afar. They were several Chinese in suits. Zhou Ming took the initiative to walk over and the middle-aged man in the lead also saw Zhou Ming. He immediately came over and shook hands with Zhou Ming and said in Chinese: Hello Comrade Zhou Ming, I am very happy to see you. I am the Consul General of the Chinese Consulate General in New York. My name is Cheng Jun.

Hearing Cheng Jun's position, he was surprised by all the students in the financial class. Everyone felt that it was a consul general who came to pick them up in person. The treatment was a bit good.

Then they all turned their attention to Zhou Ming, thinking that he is worthy of being their teacher. Apart from the senior officials who visited the central government, he is the only one who can get this treatment.

Compared to the students' surprise, Zhou Ming was very calm. After all, when he was in Northern Russia, an ambassador came to take him personally, and he was even received by Mr. Yang in China. Now he is just a consul general in New York. Even the level of an ambassador is not yet, so he is naturally very calm.

Hello Consul Cheng, thank you very much for picking us up at the airport. Zhou Ming said.

Comrade Zhou Ming and his classmates came to Brighton to study for the rise of China. If I don’t come to pick me up, I would be too sorry for my position as Consul General. Cheng Jun said.

Zhou Ming and Cheng Jun spoke politely, but suddenly someone next to him was walking over with a sign.

Is it Mr. Zhou Ming? Hello, I am Bilson from the Presidential Office. I was ordered to pick up Mr. Zhou Ming. I wonder if Mr. Zhou Ming is willing to go to the White House with me.

A very bad Chinese came, which surprised the students in the financial class again, because Cheng Jun, as a consul, may have been ordered by the central government to pick him up, but how could someone from the US President's Office come to pick him up this time? How could the teacher never have any intersection with the US President?

Zhou Ming turned his head and saw a very capable white man. Zhou Ming asked curiously in English: Mr. Bilson, are you sure you invited me to the White House, but I did not receive any invitation notice in advance.

Bilson smiled slightly and handed over a document to Zhou Ming: Please don’t doubt my identity.

Zhou Ming took the ID and took a look. In fact, Zhou Ming didn't know what the ID was like when working in the White House was. However, since he dared to take it out in public, he might prove that the ID was fine. Of course, Zhou Ming did not intend to doubt his identity. After all, there must be something wrong with a stranger far away from the ocean who could know his flight.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ming glanced at Cheng Jun. Cheng Jun shook his head and said that he was unaware of it. Zhou Ming had to say to Bilson: I'm sorry, Mr. Bilson

But as soon as Zhou Ming spoke, he heard another bad Chinese message coming from next to him: Is it Mr. Zhou Ming? Hello, I am from the Bank Club of the All-American Club. Our club has sent you a sincere invitation, and I have prepared a car for you outside the airport. You can go to New York at any time.

Zhou Ming, the bank club, said in surprise, which was really puzzled. It was said that Bilson, who came from the White House, might be the US president because of Dota's plan to find him, but what happened to the bank club is definitely nothing to do with it.

However, before Zhou Ming could respond, several people came over on the other side with signs: Is it Mr. Zhou Ming? We are here to pick you up?

Zhou Ming then realized that he had been surrounded by someone holding a sign to pick him up. At this moment, Zhou Ming and all the students in the finance class were stunned.

What's going on in this situation

Zhou Ming couldn't figure out why so many people came to pick him up, and all the students in the finance class were sighing that the teacher was worthy of being a teacher. He was very famous and respected in China, and it was still the case when he came to the United States, even if it was his first time.
Chapter completed!