When Li Feng walked into the villa, he saw a group of people saluting a middle-aged Japanese man inside, and then he confirmed his identity. It turned out that the Japanese man in a suit was a nobleman, and his level was not low, and he seemed to be a prince.

Damn, what a shit prince, I see you like a frog!

Fujita knew that Li Feng was a rebellious person, so he deliberately drove Li Feng away when he saluted, for fear that this tall man from the family would stand out in a group of people and would be extremely conspicuous.

But what made Fujita wonder was that the fat man went out to the bathroom, so why did he suddenly bring a bottle of wine?

A fat man: How can I not bring some gifts when I met for the first time? So... I gave me some respect after a soak in white urine...

Fujita didn't understand what Li Feng meant with a bottle, and he always thought the bottle tasted strange. Could it be that it was a weird thing made by this fat man?

"Your Prince attaches great importance to you this time and hopes that you will not make trouble in secret. This will be beneficial to you and me!"

Fujita moved to Li Feng at some point, holding the samurai sword without tilting his head, lowered his head and whispered to Li Feng next to him, actually threatening Li Feng not to cause trouble.

The little fat man is not a person who can stand threats. The more others want him, the less he will be. And he will try his best to do the opposite.

Damn, have I ever been afraid of?

Therefore, in the strange eyes of a group of people, the fat man happily carried a pot of wine and walked to the Prince of the Japanese, and then gave his own gift.

Originally, the fat man didn't think the Japanese would really like it, because the urine was a bit savory and there was no way. I have eaten too much spicy food recently and it was normal to have a big taste.

He was even ready to deal with the Japanese, but the Japanese Prince seemed to have a heavy taste. He picked up a pot of wine given to him by Li Feng and sniffed it deeply. His expression was particularly enchanting, and he was dying of the ecstasy, as if he had obtained some fairy dew and nectar.

"Yoxi, although Li Sang is not very polite to my Japanese Empire, you can even say that you are our great enemy, but your gift this time is very good. It is indeed a real soldier and deserves our respect!"

The fat man almost vomited blood when he heard the Prince of the Japanese said this. A group of reporters around him took photos frantically at this time. They all said that Li Feng took out the most precious wine in his house and gave it to the Prince of the Japanese. He looked like a big traitor.

Don't worry, this time, the Japanese are a master?

Sima Yi is wearing women's clothing, is Zhuge Liang angry?

After looking carefully, I found that the Japanese didn't seem to have such a high IQ. Li Feng was a little convinced that the other party really had a heavy taste!

Oh my god, this person hasn't liked drinking for a long time, but he likes to smell urine. The heavy taste is really terrible.

"I have made a lot of awards and awards, and I have also prepared this gift carefully. I hope you can like it!

As a Chinese soldier, it is my honor to serve the Chinese. Although we are enemies, we must also have gifts. After all, our China is a country of etiquette!"

It can be considered a gift once you soak it in urine! At least the packaging is very good, and he bought it back with a little money.

The little fat man was a little insincere about what he said. The packaging was obviously changed by him and the beggar, but it was just rinsed with water.

"Yoxi, it's true that he is a real Chinese soldier. Although his position is different, I still respect you very much!"

The Prince of the Japanese is a fool. The little fat man has learned about the Japanese's touching IQ, but he doesn't understand why the senior officials of the Japanese sent such a 25-year-old to Nanjing to hold a conference.

Damn, I'm so eager to mess up the conference!

"I won't say much about polite words. You should meet other guests first. After all, I am an enemy, so I won't wander in front of you!"

After the fat man finished speaking, he left the Japanese, and the prince did not stop her, because the fat man was right. Li Feng is still the Eighth Route Army. According to the speculation of the senior management, the fat man is an enemy.

The Japanese happened to need such an enemy who defected to the Nanjing government, especially on the day of the conference, to announce to the whole of China the matter of Li Feng's return to the Nanjing government.

I thought I could leave safely after sending a piss, but I didn't expect that the reporters would block them halfway. I don't know who called them. In short, there were people from the Kuomintang-controlled areas, even from the Eighth Route Army, and even from foreign journalists.

"Mr. Li Feng, depending on your attitude to the Prince just now, have you joined the Nanjing government?"

"Fuck, I threw several of their puppet troops into the cesspool a few days ago and drowned. A bunch of stupid guys have too low combat power. I can't go. If I go, I will lose face!"

"It turns out that what happened a few days ago was true. I heard that you rushed to the gate of Cuihua Hotel and was furious for Hongyan. One person forced to repel more than 100 people. Is this true? "

Some reporters who admire Li Feng couldn't help but look at Li Feng with little stars in their eyes and asked.

The fat man was a little embarrassed. He wanted to say that this was not true. After all, she only had one person, and there were more than 100 puppet troops. It was logical that he could not beat the other party, but the fact was just the opposite. He really beat the other party so hard that he ran away.

"Ahem, I don't have much to say about this. It's not that I have a strong combat power. The main reason is that the two Japanese devils are too weak. I fired a few shots casually, and then they all ran away!"

At this time, there was a resentful look at Li Feng in the distance, which was Xing Tian. He was also a second-genius. Now Li Feng was standing in front of a group of reporters and scolding them. If it were the case in the past, he would have taken out his gun and broke it. This guy is not good now, and someone is protecting him from behind.

Fatty, after this incident is over, I must cut off your pig's head and feed it to the dog.

It seemed that I had noticed the darkness, and countless hatred eyes were staring at the fat man who coughed a few times again, and continued to say to a group of reporters:

"I heard that a Nanjing government's Second Army won a battle recently. The person I met in the hotel last time was from the Second Army. Now it seems that the other party is just like that!

If I change my own territory, I can eat one battalion and one army's troops, there is no way. Our Eighth Route Army is so powerful!"

At this time, the little fat man fully developed the acting skills of the movie emperor, and promoted the combat effectiveness of the Eighth Route Army by stepping on others.

Love and some people are not happy. For example, some reporters from the Kuomintang-controlled area were instructed to interview Li Feng just to discredit the fat man.

"Mr. Li Feng, you just gave a bottle of wine to the Japanese prince. The bottle of wine is inherited from your family. I would like to ask if you have forgotten the millions of unjust souls in the Yangtze River?"
Chapter completed!