"Mr. Wu, long time no see..."
Noticing Wu Qingchen's gaze on the big screen, the delegation from Country Z—Wu Qingchen remembered that Li Ziping, who often appeared in news broadcasts, smiled and nodded in Wu Qingchen's direction.
Wu Qingchen habitually returned a training smile.
"Mr. Wu..." Li Ziping said with a smile: "Before the meeting begins, Mr. President of the Republic of Sierra Leone, I have a small matter for you."
Li Ziping's words fell, and the American representative immediately pushed the black man who was caught in the middle by the five rogue representatives calmly.
The American representative's movements were very light, even gentle, but the black man trembled violently. The next moment, as if a large group of lions were chasing after him, the black man moved his lips quickly, and a series of babbling words came from the black man quickly. Spit out of the mouth.
—Wu Qingchen couldn't understand a single word of the black man's language. However, according to the linguistics of the recent emergency training, Wu Qingchen vaguely felt that this guy's bird language seemed not much more advanced than the language of the medieval world.
At the same time, dozens of high-fidelity speakers placed in various directions of the simulated venue thoughtfully transmitted clear simultaneous translation.
"Respected chairman, respected representatives of the United Nations General Assembly, respected members of the Interim Committee of the United Nations Astronomical Events Implementation Country, ladies and gentlemen, friends..."
"Here, I, the President of the Republic of Sierra Leone, Ernest/Bai/Koroma, on behalf of all levels of government, governments, relevant departments, and major parties of the Republic of Sierra Leone..."
"Sincerely invite Mr. Wu Qingchen, a citizen of the People's Republic of China, to serve as a special advisor to the Republic of Sierra Leone. The appointment period is 99 years. If Mr. deems it necessary, the plenipotentiary exercise the following rights on behalf of the Republic of Sierra Leone:
1. Publication of constitutional amendments, laws, decrees and treaties.
2. Convene the council.
3. Dissolution of Parliament.
4. Announce the general election of members of Congress.
5. To certify the appointment and dismissal of ministers of state and other officials stipulated by law, the credentials of ambassadors and ministers.
6. Certification of amnesty, amnesty, commutation of sentence, exemption from punishment and restoration of rights.
7. Confer honors.
8. Authentication of ratification letters and other diplomatic documents stipulated by law.
9. Accept foreign ambassadors and ministers.
10. Hold the ceremony.
11,..."
What... what is this for? Invite me to become the supreme president of a country
No, no... not too presidency...
Wu Qingchen still has a little bit of political common sense. Hearing the string of rights that the president spit out, Wu Qingchen's head became dizzy for a while:
Publish laws, organize parliament, dissolve parliament, appoint officials at all levels with full powers...
This is more than inviting me to become the supreme president, it is simply inviting me to become the will of the country, the incarnation of the constitution, which integrates the three powers of legislation, judiciary and administration!
What are you doing! Isn't this a joke
Just a few words from this bird-man president can decide the entire fate of a country
This is too childish, right
Of course, the five hooligans would not ignore the procedural issues that Wu Qingchen could think of.
Therefore:
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About the same time.
In the border area of the Republic of Sierra Leone, a secret camp of mercenaries.
Two strong mercenaries carried a black man into the tent. The black man was in a state of embarrassment and was covered in cuts and bruises all over his body. However, from the torn clothes and rich body shape, it could be seen that he was usually pampered.
Entering the room, the mercenaries pushed the black man into the iron marching chair.
"Oh... this is not a voluntary invitation." Opposite the marching chair, next to the commander, a young man in a suit and ties and wearing glasses shook his head in disgust: "Please tidy up for our Minister of Defense."
The mercenaries loosened the handcuffs that bound the black man's hands, tied the ropes that bound the black man's body, stuffed walnuts into the black man's mouth, and began to clean the black man's wounds and change his clothes.
The walnut was removed, and the black man begged immediately: "Please! Let me go! I am willing to do anything! Don't kill me, don't flood me again..."
"No... no... don't worry..." the young man gently comforted: "Mr. Del, you are safe."
"Really?" The black man trembled, looking at the young man expectantly.
"Of course." The young man nodded resolutely, and took out a document: "Read through these documents, and you will be safe."
"This is..." the black man took the document, "I, the President of the Republic of Sierra Leone, Ernest/Bay/Koroma, on behalf of all levels of governments, governments, relevant departments, and major parties of the Republic of Sierra Leone, sincerely invite Z Hua Citizen of the People's Republic - Mr. Wu Qingchen... ”
"Look at this one again..." The young man handed out another copy.
Black takes: "I, Vice President of the Republic of Sierra Leone, Leonard/Knox..."
"And this." The young man handed out the third copy.
The black man took over again: "I, Speaker of the Republic of Sierra Leone: Milo/Mason..." After reading this, the black man froze slightly: "When did this fool Milo become the speaker? Isn't the speaker the damn Kosi/Lamas ?”
"Oh? Don't you like Mr. Cosey?" The young man shrugged. "Maybe I should tell you that something happened to Mr. Cosey you hate."
"What's wrong?"
"You also know that the public security in your country is not very satisfactory recently..." The young man replied regretfully: "Yesterday, a man suffering from intermittent neuropathy rushed into the mansion with a gun. Mr. Kosi was shot seven times. The rescue failed. Sadly passed away."
Blacks fought a cold war.
"By the way..." The young man suddenly remembered something: "By the way... Before the accident, Mr. Corsi seemed to have a different view on these documents."
"I don't have a problem, I don't have a problem!" the black man literally screamed, "Where are my files?!!"
Thirty meters away, in another tent.
A stern-faced burly man in camouflage uniform sneered at the man in a suit beside him, "It's been decades, and cia is still the same old threat."
"Our Minister of Defense is at least decent..." He said, pointing to another display screen, a black man in a suit who was tied to a stand, covered in honey, covered in giant African ants, and was howling miserably. The man's face was full of contempt: "Your work is really as rough as it was in the KGB era."
"That's because the one you picked was a coward!"
"Oh? Then why can't you choose?"
"Hmph!" The burly man in camouflage uniform spit resentfully: "It doesn't matter, we like to play games with tough guys."
"Hehe..." The man in the suit chuckled a few times, and pointed to the monitor screen again: "By the way, Mr. Minister of the Interior, can you still record later?"
"Who cares?" The burly man in camouflage shrugged. "This guy who likes to marry a 9-year-old girl is dead... Anyway, there are plenty of deputies who can replace him."
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thus:
Simulate the venue.
It took less than a minute for Wu Qingchen to think about procedural issues before the President of the Republic of Sierra Leone read this part:
"Special Counsel Co-Inviter:
President of the Republic of Sierra Leone: Ernest/Bhai/Koroma
Vice President of the Republic of Sierra Leone: Leonard/Knox
Speaker of the Republic of Sierra Leone: Milo/Mason
Chief of Staff of the Military Forces of the Republic of Sierra Leone: Nigel/Nevin
Minister of Defense of the Republic of Sierra Leone: Del/Sisera
Minister of Mineral Resources, Republic of Sierra Leone: Al/Bessemer
Minister of Agriculture, Republic of Sierra Leone: Bida/Raman
The Republic of Sierra Leone…”
All right! You win!
Wu Qingchen couldn't help but stroked his forehead.
In terms of the image of the black president with a bruised nose and swollen face, as well as his frightened appearance when he spoke, Wu Qingchen could tell that even without the cultivation of the training group these days, this must be a trick created by the partnership of the five rogue countries.
However, the problem is, although it can be seen from the "salary" just received that the temporary committee's attitude towards him has changed greatly, but even if he thinks with his ass, Wu Qingchen is absolutely sure that he will never leave z China, to serve as a special consultant to an African country thousands of miles away.
So why shoehorn me the title of Special Advisor to Bird Country—or, rather, the personification of the Constitution
The answer will be revealed soon.