After the meeting ended, the old man returned to the resting area, and the secretary behind him handed over a list of people who reported to their superiors to apply for honors.

There are a total of 399 people on the list, 69 of whom have made outstanding contributions, 100 of whom have made outstanding contributions, and the remaining 230 have made significant contributions.

The old man put on his glasses and looked at it carefully for a while, then saw a few names on the homepage, and then instructed, "Find the information of these comrades."

The secretary nodded and left.

Not long after, the secretary came in again and put a pile of documents on the table.

After a while, the old man read the information and laughed heartily.

Later, a name was added to the last list, so the original 399 people reported became 400.

When a thunder resounded throughout the night in China, it was a sunny morning on the other side of the ocean.

On the bustling streets, there is an endless stream of pedestrians. Various shops on both sides of the road are opening their doors, hanging out their business signs, and displaying various exquisite products, waiting for customers to choose.

People of all skin types were running through the streets, heading towards their workplaces.

Trams, buses, and cars come and go, and sirens sound from time to time.

Dang-dang, a gray-white bus slowly arrived at the stop.

The car stopped, the doors opened, and the people waiting at the stop lined up consciously.

However, the middle-aged man at the front of the team did not get on the bus because there were three white-skinned young people beside him.

The three of them were sitting on stools, looking at the people in line, pointing and smiling.

Beside them, a short woman with white powder on her face and wearing a sailor uniform leaned over to compliment them.

From time to time, a girl's voice came, mixed with a few butterfly words.

The team waited aside until the three of them stood up under the driver's gaze and then slowly led the Japanese girl into the car.

Afterwards, everyone in line boarded the bus one by one.

The middle-aged man at the front, with his exposed skin and unique face, told everyone that he was a Chinese.

As for the people behind him, although they have different skin colors and different appearances, they all receive the same treatment.

There is no first-come-first-served basis here, and there is no courtesy. Different skin colors mean different statuses for enjoyment.

Middle-aged people have long been accustomed to this in their lives over the past few years.

Not only him, but everyone on this continent regards it as a habit, a rule planted in the blood.

After getting on the bus, except for three young people who were sitting, everyone else was standing.

Even though there were many empty seats in the car, no one dared to sit in them.

Because, this is not just for them.

Everyone grabbed the handrails, but the car didn't start, which made the people in the car a little strange.

"gentlemen!"

Suddenly the driver spoke to the middle-aged man.

People around the middle-aged man immediately made room and stayed away.

In this situation, there are many people standing around.

Looking at the driver's appearance, I felt that this Chinese man was going to be in trouble.

This happens all the time. The driver will ask the driver to spend more money on the grounds that he didn't see the coin inserted. Even if he hesitates a little, he will kick him out of the car without mercy.

The three young men all smiled when they saw this scene, and even the Japanese girl standing next to them also looked gloating.

Her brother told her that the reason why they failed was not because they were defeated by the Chinese.

The only one who can defeat their proud Yamato nation is the now powerful Beautiful Country.

Just like now, relying on the support of the beautiful country, their lives are much better than these bumpkin.

Upon hearing the driver's words, the middle-aged man's face froze, revealing a bad premonition.

Since he left the mainland with the team, he was forced to leave his homeland and live a life of leaving his hometown and living with others.

Middle-aged people are used to being pointed out and criticized harshly.

In this regard, he very skillfully lowered his posture and looked humble and kind.

Everyone looked at the driver and the middle-aged man, waiting for the show to begin.

The middle-aged man touched the numerous envoys in his pocket and spoke in unfamiliar English, "Sir, I have already put in the coin!"

The tone was very sincere.

The driver nodded, "Sir, you often ride in a recumbent car. If I'm right, you must be a Chinese!"

The eyes of the people around him were full of sympathy.

What China is like now, people often say on the radio, it is a backward and ignorant place.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and was ready to be tortured, but the blood inheritance did not allow him to lie.

"Yes, I am Chinese."

The driver smiled every moment, but this smile was a bit scary in the eyes of middle-aged people and other standing passengers.

But in the eyes of the three young men and the Japanese girl, they looked proud.

"Well, sir, you can find a seat and sit down now."

The driver did not embarrass the middle-aged man, but he said something that shocked everyone in the car.

Middle-aged people even feel that there is so much depth in this place.

"Sir, please! You deserve this!" the driver repeated again and pointed to the empty seat next to him, not joking.

The middle-aged man still found it incredible and hesitated whether to sit on it.

At this time, a young man suddenly stood up and asked, "Why? Why can he, a young man, sit down?"

The young man pointed at the middle-aged man with a very arrogant expression.

The Japanese girl next to her also had doubts in her eyes.

Their arrogant Yamato nation cannot sit down, so why can China?

The driver looked at the young man with contempt and said, "You, a Noodle Countryman, have no place here!"

"Look at the lousy behavior of you guys. Don't think that I can't see that you are a dirty scum apart from being dressed in white."

"Now, get back to your seat with me immediately."

"Why else? Then listen up."

"Just today, China successfully manufactured and tested mushroom eggs."

"Idiot, do you understand?"

"That's the reason!"

"A country or nation that can make mushroom eggs is a wise and intelligent nation, and it is a nation that needs respect."

After the driver finished speaking, you could hear needles dropping throughout the car.

"Sir, please sit down. This is the glory your country brings."

After the driver finished speaking, the middle-aged man finally reacted.

Suddenly something called pride welled up in my heart.

Something that he had already abandoned, forgotten, and even regarded as unobtainable.

Fill my heart again.

Plop

The young man who spoke loudly just now failed to do so and sat down in the corridor. Next to her, the proud Japanese girl moved back even more. Those two screams that destroyed the world were all in her mind.

In an instant, his face turned whiter than the white powder in the picture.

The car started slowly.

The middle-aged man sat on his seat and looked out the window from an angle he had never seen before.

The reflection on the glass was clearly visible, and two lines of tears slowly flowed down.

When the car stopped and arrived at the station, the middle-aged man got off.

He could feel that everyone looking at him today was full of admiration, envy, and even jealousy.

At this moment, he understood that the identity he once looked down upon had become his pride.

I quickly came to a newsstand and bought a newspaper with today's lunch money. The biggest headline on it was, A Mushroom Cloud Soaring into the Sky.

Of course, he did not know that this was not from China and was just an edited and cut picture, but this did not prevent him from getting information from the information announced in China.

"It exploded, it really exploded. Hahaha"

"Hahaha~~wuwu~~"
To be continued...