At the hotel where the Donghua Foreign Affairs Bureau delegation was staying, Yang Hu, Donghua's ambassador to the Starry Sky Country, had rushed from the capital to meet with Cao Yi, director of the Foreign Affairs Bureau. They were preparing to head to the negotiation venue together.
"Old Yang, have you eaten?"
The moment they met, Cao Yi, director of the Donghua Foreign Affairs Bureau, asked Yang Hu with a smile.
"I've eaten. Instant noodles."
Yang Hu shook Cao Yi's hand and replied with a smile of his own.
"Here in Lasvia, it's not just the weather that's cold."
Cao Yi remarked to Yang Hu with a sigh.
"I never expected them to abandon even the most basic etiquette."
Hearing Cao Yi's words, Yang Hu's eyes narrowed slightly, a profound anger smoldering in their depths.
As an ambassador on a foreign visit, to not even be provided with a proper lunch before such an important meeting—this was simply the most farcical event in the history of world diplomacy.
