Chapter 266: Excuse me, is this Mr Zhou Ming?

'Hello, Brighton Tower. This is Pan Am flight a6384. We have arrived over the airport and are requesting permission to land.'

'Hello Pan Am Flight 6384, the tower approves your landing request. Please land from Runway H. The wind direction at the airport is northwest, with a wind speed of level 3. Please remember that you only have 20 minutes for landing, otherwise another plane will come and kick your butt!'

'Flight 6384 received, old buddy, I think these 20 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 led the students in the finance class in line and followed the flow of people as they exited the plane.

Amidst a crowd of fair-haired, high-nosed Westerners, Zhou Ming and his friends looked very different. As they followed the crowd in the exit aisle, someone curiously asked, 'Hello, Asians. Are you here in a tour group from Japan? Or are you international students from over there?'

Before going abroad, Zhou Ming had studied English intensively. As a university student of this era, Zhou Ming's learning ability was quite good. He could become an English expert without any help, but at least he had no problem with general daily expressions. As for other English, he could only rely on these classmates from the finance class to translate for him. They were all carefully selected high-achieving students from across the country, and just one English term simply did not stump them.

Zhou Ming understood the question, and firmly shook his head and said, 'No, we are Chinese!'

Zhou Ming's answer surprised these Americans even more: 'Oh my, Chinese? Are you joking? I'm sorry, I don't mean to look down on you, but isn't your country very poor and backward? How can you afford to fly to the United States? And what about the braids in the back of your heads? Shouldn't you be wearing those weird costumes, like you crawled out of a movie from decades ago?

Not only the American in front of them, but also the others around them chimed in: 'Chinese people, I know that not all of you have a moustache, are all cunning, selfish and ignorant, and are all opium. They are also weak and timid, and even when their wives are raped, they will just cheer from the sidelines? Oh my God, how can you be allowed to enter the country? Are the guys at Homeland Security all sleeping? Those are some useless bastards, supported by the taxpayers' money!'

While Zhou Ming was listening to Ye Ning's translation of this left-right nonsense, Li Yang couldn't help but shout in English, 'Shut up, all of you! The Chinese are not what you say they are. We are smart, hardworking, and brave, and we are many times better than you. I think you are the selfish, ignorant, and cowardly ones!'

Li Yang's words attracted a lot of booing from the surrounding area, and a tall, strong black man disdainfully stepped forward: 'Hey, yellow-skinned person, you called me weak and cowardly. Why don't we have a fair duel? I promise it will be unforgettable for you, I'm just afraid you'll cry for your mommy!'

The black man laughed out loud, and Li Yang stepped forward to say something, but Zhou Ming pulled him back. Zhou Ming stepped forward and said, 'We are Chinese, and we can also tell you very clearly that China is a very beautiful and great country, not like what you think or what you have heard in the propaganda. As long as you have really been there. We are very poor now, but in just ten or twenty years, we will definitely be able to stand at the top of the world and become one of the world's three major economies!'

Zhou Ming's words were sonorous and powerful, and especially the firm belief revealed in his words was very infectious, leaving everyone stunned.

However, this moment of shock only lasted a short while, and then everyone, including the tall black man, burst out laughing. Someone pointed at Zhou Ming and said, 'Oh my dear yellow-skinned man, your words are like Walsh's promises, completely lacking in credibility. Your words are even like the tornadoes in my hometown, which can blow me ten miles away at any time, giving me a free ride.'

The tall black man made a face and mocked, 'I say, tall white guy, do you believe everything you hear? Who 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 corridor, holding a loudspeaker and shouting in very broken Chinese, 'Mr. Zhou Ming, which one of you is Mr. Zhou Ming from China?'

Hearing his name called, Zhou Ming was very surprised. After all, Zhou Ming was certain that this was definitely the first time he had come to the United States, so why would someone be looking for him? And it was through the American police.

If it is said that he has sabotaged the Dota Project, causing the US government to lose trillions of dollars, so it is impossible for the US government to grasp his whereabouts and arrest him. Not to mention that before he came, Yang Laoshi had already said that he had reached an agreement through diplomatic channels. Even if the US government really wanted to take action, it should have sent federal agents to do it on the plane or after checking into the hotel, how could it be at the airport, looking for two police officers to shout like this?

With this in mind, Zhou Ming walked over and said in English, 'Hello, Mr. Policeman, I'm Zhou Ming. May I ask what you want with me?'

Before, the two policemen shouted in Chinese, and no one could understand them except Zhou Ming. But now that Zhou Ming had spoken English, they immediately understood. The black man said to the policeman, 'Brother in uniform, I'm telling you, don't go looking for him. This Chinese guy is the emperor of China.'

Seeing the tall black man, one of the policemen took out his baton and pointed it at the black man and said, 'Turn around and don't come over.'

This scared the black man, and he immediately raised his hands and stood in place. The other policeman then came over, looked up and down at Zhou Ming a few times, and then looked behind Zhou Ming and asked in English, "Are you Zhou Ming from China? Are you here to bring students to study here?'

Zhou Ming nodded and said yes, and the policeman nodded and said, "Someone is meeting you at the door. Please follow me out this way.'

'Excuse me, are you from the consulate?' Zhou Ming asked. The policeman said no, and Zhou Ming said, 'Then I'm sorry, please go back and tell them that I've already been met by someone, and that the person from the consulate is waiting for me at the door. If he has any questions, he can find me at the main exit.'

After leaving this message with the policeman, Zhou Ming continued walking with his students, leaving the two policemen standing there for a while, not knowing what to say.

Zhou Ming led his students out of the exit and saw someone holding a sign with his name on it in the distance. It was a few Chinese people in suits. Zhou Ming took the initiative to walk over, and the middle-aged man leading the way also saw Zhou Ming. He immediately came over and shook Zhou Ming's hand, speaking in Chinese, 'Hello, Comrade Zhou Ming, I'm very happy to meet you. I'm the Consul General of the Chinese Consulate General in New York. My name is Cheng Jun.'

Hearing Cheng Jun's position, all the finance class students were surprised. They all found it incredible that a consul general had come to pick them up in person. This was too good a treatment, wasn't it?

Subsequently, they all turned their attention to Zhou Ming, thinking to themselves, 'No wonder he is their teacher. Apart from senior officials from the central government visiting abroad, only he could receive this kind of treatment, right?'

Compared to the surprise of his classmates, Zhou Ming was very calm. After all, when he was in Northern Russia, he was personally picked up by the ambassador. Back home, he was even received by Yang Shangkun. Now he was just a consul general in New York, not even at the level of an ambassador, so naturally he was very calm.

'Hello, Consul Cheng, thank you very much for coming to the airport to pick us up,' Zhou Ming said.

'Comrade Zhou Ming and his classmates have come to Brighton to study for the rise of China. If I don't come to pick you up, I would be letting myself down as a consul.' Cheng Jun said.

Zhou Ming and Cheng Jun exchanged polite words, but at this time, someone suddenly came up to them holding a sign.

'Excuse me, are you Mr. Zhou Ming? Hello, I am Billson from the President's Office. I have been ordered to come to pick you up. I wonder if Mr. Zhou Ming would be willing to go to the White House with me?'

A very lame Chinese came over, which once again surprised the students in the finance class. Previously, Cheng Jun, as the consul, might have been ordered by the central government to pick him up, but this time, how could someone from the US President's office come to pick him up? It was impossible for a teacher to have any contact with the US President.

Zhou Ming turned his head and saw that it was a very capable white man. Curiously, Zhou Ming asked in English, 'Mr. Bilson, are you sure you are inviting me to the White House? But I did not receive any invitation in advance.'

Mr. Beilson gave a slight smile and handed Zhou Ming an ID card: 'Please don't doubt my identity, Mr. Zhou Ming.'

Zhou Ming took the ID card and glanced at it. In fact, Zhou Ming didn't know what an ID card for working in the White House looked like, but since he dared to take it out in public, it was probably proof that the ID card was in order. Of course, Zhou Ming didn't intend to doubt his identity. After all, a stranger on the other side of the ocean knowing his flight details was definitely suspicious.

At this thought, Zhou Ming glanced at Cheng Jun, who shook his head to indicate that he knew nothing about it either. Zhou Ming then had to say to Bilson, 'I'm sorry, Mr Bilson...'

But as soon as Zhou Ming opened his mouth, he heard another lame Chinese accent next to him: 'Excuse me, are you Mr Zhou Ming? Hello, I'm from the American Bank Club, our club extends a sincere invitation to you, and I have already prepared a car for you outside the airport, you can go to New York at any time.'

'Bank Club?' Zhou Ming widened his eyes in surprise. This really confused him. If Bill Gates from the White House came to see him, it might be understandable because the US president was looking for a favour regarding the Dota project. But what was the Bank Club all about? He definitely had nothing to do with it!

But before Zhou Ming could think of how to respond, several people on the other side came over with signs in their hands, 'Excuse me, are you Mr. Zhou Ming? We are here to pick you up.'

Zhou Ming then realised that he had been surrounded by people holding signs to greet him. At this moment, both Zhou Ming and all his classmates from the finance class were dumbfounded.

What was going on?

Zhou Ming couldn't figure out why so many people had come to pick him up, while all the students in the finance class were impressed that their teacher was truly worthy of the name teacher. Back home, he was a famous and respected figure, and that was still the case in the United States, even though this was his first time here.

Of course, this situation was also seen by the passengers who came out together, including the tall black man. Everyone was stunned, and even the black man muttered, 'I've fucked an old grandmother, this Chinese guy, he can't really be the Chinese emperor, can he?'

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