EBE Chapter 807 A Gentleman Does Not Eat Food Given Out of Pity
Chapter 807 A Gentleman Does Not Eat Food Given Out of Pity
Marco gently stroked the wine glass in his hand, his eyes deep, as if weighing the deeper meaning of Su Zhengyang's words.
He looked up at Sekt, and the two exchanged a subtle look. Without saying anything, they understood each other.
"President Su is right," Marco spoke first, his voice steady and magnetic, "We understand that in this situation, remaining neutral is not only a respect for the friendship between the two sides, but also the best way to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings. At the negotiation table tomorrow, we will keep your reminder in mind and try our best not to get involved in any party's conflict of interest."
Sekt nodded in agreement, with a faint smile on his face. "Indeed, President Su has considered everything. Tomorrow, we will witness the progress of this negotiation from an impartial and objective standpoint. Standing by and watching may be the wisest choice."
Upon hearing this, Su Zhengyang nodded slightly, with a hint of approval in his eyes. When talking to smart people, you can understand everything at once without having to spend too much time thinking.
There was a gleam of brilliance in Sekt's eyes, revealing his keen insight into the situation deep in his heart.
He secretly compared Su Zhengyang with Hidler, the leader of the Bird Empire. The two indeed had striking similarities in their tenacity of character and persistence in their goals.
This determination to achieve the goal at all costs forced Seckt to re-examine the Chinese president in front of him.
He recalled the scene in which the Chinese expeditionary force was unstoppable and forced Fuso into a desperate situation, and compared it with Su Zhengyang's sudden acceptance of the request for peace, and ripples appeared in his heart.
The strangeness in this gradually became clear in his mind at this moment - Su Zhengyang did not really want peace, but was playing an exquisite game of chess.
"Repairing the plank road in the open, and marching through Chencang in secret." Seckt muttered to himself.
He understood that Su Zhengyang's intention was to use this peace negotiation as a cover to make Fuso mistakenly think that they had a chance to catch their breath and thus relax their vigilance. In fact, the Chinese Expeditionary Force had already been gathering in secret, preparing to give Fuso a fatal blow when it was least prepared, further expanding the results of the war and completely destroying its ability to resist.
Thinking of this, Sekt couldn't help but sincerely admire Su Zhengyang's wisdom, and at the same time, he also strengthened his and Marco's positions. The two of them smiled at each other, and there was no need to say more about the tacit understanding. They both knew that the so-called "alliance" relationship was fragile in the face of real interests.
As for standing against China for Fuso, Sekt and Marco both scoffed at it. In this world, the so-called allies are nothing more than exchanging interests and exploiting each other.
If Fuso were to completely perish under the heavy oppression of China, it would lose its value to them. On the contrary, Su Zhengyang and China's current international weight is self-evident. They naturally would not offend China for Fuso.
In the banquet hall, the lights are bright and the laughter and joy are interwoven into a harmonious melody.
Su Zhengyang, Marco and Seckt seemed to be in a world where they had temporarily forgotten the war and conflicts. They raised their glasses and drank together, and the topic quietly turned from national affairs to local customs, culture and art, and even interesting things during their respective journeys. Every clink of glasses seemed to deepen their understanding and friendship with each other.
However, behind this harmony is an unspoken understanding among the three people - the heavy topics of formal peace negotiations and the fate of Fuso have been tacitly sealed up by them, and they are unwilling to destroy this rare harmony at this moment.
As the night deepened, the banquet finally came to an end. Under the guidance of the waiter, Marco and Sekte entered the residence carefully prepared for them. The environment here was elegant and the facilities were complete. Every detail revealed the respect and attention that China paid to guests from afar.
The two smiled at each other, feeling satisfied with the treatment and looking forward to the trip in the next few days.
On the other side of the city, Suzuki Taro's residence seemed unusually deserted and desolate. He sat alone by the bed, his face pale and his eyes empty, as if all his energy had been drained away. The hunger in his stomach was like a blunt knife cutting his flesh, making it unbearable for him, but what made him even more distressed was his current situation and the unknown fate he was about to face.
He recalled his ambitions before setting out, thinking that he would have more support here by bringing his adopted son Ono Pei, but he did not expect that Ono and his companions would be rejected by the expeditionary force as soon as they landed, and were strictly controlled. Now, the only person left beside him was the equally worried Foreign Minister Fujita Teru, and the two of them were speechless, and could only endure their inner torment and fear.
Suzuki Taro's curses echoed in the empty room, and every word was filled with anger and confusion towards Su Zhengyang. He couldn't understand why China would treat an envoy from a country that came to seek peace with sincerity in this way, and he couldn't imagine what kind of challenges and humiliations he would face next.
The night was getting deeper and deeper. The moonlight outside the window shone on his body, but it could not illuminate the haze in his heart.
Suzuki Taro knew that no matter how much he cursed or how unwilling he was, he could not change the reality before his eyes. He could only wait silently, waiting for the judgment of fate, waiting for the unknown and uncertain future.
Two Chinese soldiers arrived outside Suzuki Taro's residence, dropped off a food box, and left. Hungry, Teru Fujita rushed over like a vicious dog, opened the food box, and on the first layer was food that Teru Fujita was very familiar with: a large raw fish and two cold, hard potatoes.
He continued to open the second layer. There, quietly lay a bowl of white porridge, the porridge was thin, with almost no trace of rice grains, but the faint rice fragrance went straight into his nose, arousing his long-lost appetite.
Fujita Teru stared at the bowl of white porridge, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. He swallowed hard and a "gurgling" sound came from his throat.
"Baka! Baka!" Suzuki Taro's roar suddenly rang out. He stood up abruptly, his anger erupting like a volcano. "As a cabinet minister of the Fuso Empire and the envoy in charge of this negotiation, Su Zhengyang asked me to eat these things! This is an insult to our Fuso and a contempt for me!" As he spoke, he kicked the food box hard. The food box drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground with a loud "bang".
The porridge was scattered all over the floor, and the rice grains mixed with the water were particularly dazzling. Fujita Teru exclaimed, and his heart suddenly shrank. He looked at the overturned food box and the spilled porridge, and a trace of despair flashed in his eyes.
He hadn't had a bite of hot food in the past few days, and this scene made him feel unprecedented sadness and helplessness. He knelt on the ground, reaching out to the scattered rice grains with trembling hands, wanting to save something, but he didn't know where to start. He could only let the tears roll in his eyes, wanting to cry but unable to.
Amid Suzuki Taro's roar, Fujita Teru seemed to be in another world. He did not stop at all, and silently picked up the potatoes and raw fish that were stained with dust. He gently patted them with his palms, trying to remove the dirt on the surface. Although this could not completely restore their original appearance, it could at least make them look a little cleaner.
The potatoes had a rough skin, still warm from the soil, and the scales of the raw fish glowed coldly in the sun. These foods, which would normally make him frown, now became treasures in his eyes. Fujita Teru no longer cared about his image, he chewed with big mouthfuls, like a starving ghost.
Suzuki Taro, who was standing by, was furious when he saw this. His voice became sharp because of his anger: "Waste! You are a waste, a disgrace to our Fuso Empire! How can you swallow this kind of food? Are you still worthy of being Fuso's envoy?"
His eyes were wide open as if they were about to spit fire, but Fujita Teru seemed not to have heard him and just focused more on eating the food in his hands.