It's important to become famous as early as possible. Xiao Letian's reputation is even more important. The more fans he can win during this trip to Europe, the more beneficial it will be to his negotiations.
No European government can ignore public opinion, and Benjamin is no exception. Although he is the prime minister of an empire on which the sun never sets, and the small Chinese people are simply babies in his eyes, he also has weaknesses and does not dare to offend. power.
He can't afford to offend the royal family, and he also has a headache with the opposition parties. What frightens him even more is public opinion. Whether the people like him directly determines whether he can still have power.
If Xiao Letian wants to deal with Benjamin, or the politicians in the entire Europe who are hostile to him, he can only rely on two assistants. One is the enemies of the enemy, that is, the opposition parties, and the second is public opinion. To put it bluntly, it is the number of fans. .
Millions of pounds of publicity expenses were spent, and it was not just a great achievement, these were also tools for Xiao Letian to gather fans.
The same is true today. Four hundred thousand people came to the streets because of Xiao Letian's series of reports on the Eastern Chinese. It was his continuous and in-depth propaganda of China and the promotion of this diplomatic visit that attracted so many people to gather here.
Are these the only means of publicity? Of course not, Xiao Letian had countless backup plans. He had long foreseen today's hot scene, and he had also guessed the chaos.
"This chaos started because of the head of state, and it will eventually end because of the head of state, citizens of London! Tremble in the strong wind blowing from China..."
Leo shouted from the bell tower like a neurotic poet, and the guards behind him smiled bitterly and took out signal fireworks.
Whoosh…pop…pop…
Several muffled sounds exploded in the sky. Many people on the street subconsciously raised their heads and looked up at the sky. "What's going on? Where are the fireworks?"
"Nonsense, what kind of fireworks are being set off in broad daylight? Someone is shooting, right..."
"Impossible, there are so many police and military troops stationed there, who dares to shoot? It's a life-threatening situation..."
While the crowd was talking, suddenly another signal firework shot up from the roof of a building four to five hundred meters away from Westminster Abbey and exploded in mid-air.
The signals to start were passed on one by one, and soon all the signal points in half of London received the order. Figures appeared on the roofs of countless buildings, and these people were carrying long scrolls. , and soon stood on the eaves along the street.
"Look, there are people on the roof... quite a few!"
People were talking with their fingers in the air. At this time, the London police also discovered these uninvited guests. "Come down! What are you doing? Come down quickly..."
It was so sparse. These policemen never expected that a group of people would be on the roof. All security work had neglected this place.
These are all employees of the Chinese Foundation, and they are also a group of capable spies. The group of European subordinates raised with high salaries are veterans and desperadoes.
These people were not afraid of the London police at all. They smiled contemptuously and lowered their heads to untie the ropes that bound the rolls. The long rolls were more than forty meters long.
There is not just one step scroll, but an infinite number of them. Basically, there are these elusive people on the buildings on both sides of every street.
These mysterious people have appeared on Vauxhall Bridge Road, Victoria Street, Jamaica Road, Tower Bridge Road...basically all the main roads in the area from Buckingham Palace to Tower Bridge.
Outside Buckingham Palace, Downing Street, the Admiralty, St. Martin's Cathedral, the Royal Opera House, King's College, St. Paul's Cathedral, the Bank of England Headquarters... all the way to Tower Bridge, it can be seen on the roofs of basically all well-known buildings. These mysterious figures.
Outside St. Paul's Cathedral, under the parasol, Fang Guan waved a gold-sprinkled perfume fan and cast a wink at Prince Edward, almost enchanting Edward to death.
It was thanks to Fang Guan's diplomatic efforts that the foundation got the prince's nod, otherwise the foundation would never have let the foundation borrow so many important buildings.
Fangguan's public relations skills are simply awesome.
Edward walked to the beauty, lowered his head and held Fangguan's hand, kissed the back of her hand and said flatteringly, "My goddess, you said you wanted to give me a surprise, where is it? I have been looking forward to it for a long time..."
Fangguan smiled and took out his hand, "Dear Your Highness, don't be impatient. Our gift is not only for you, but also for the Queen, for London, and for the entire UK..."
"Aren't you having a headache because of this chaos? Don't worry, we have a way to make these 400,000 people calm down. They will calm down soon..."
"Really? I'm really looking forward to it..." Just as he was saying this, Prince Edward suddenly felt like something was stuck in his throat, and his eyes went straight.
At the end of his cash pile, on the roof of the Bank of England building just east of St. Paul's Cathedral, a huge piece of white silk was slowly lowered.
The Bank of England is as high as four floors. At the door are eight huge Roman-style stone pillars with very beautiful carvings on the top.
Now, a group of foundation staff were slowly lowering the rope, and the huge curtain made of countless pieces of white satin began to slowly fall.
The prince was stunned, the royal family members were stunned, the attendants were stunned, and the people on the street were also stunned. It was like a cold wind suddenly blew, and the street that was noisy just now was suddenly silent.
"This...is this a painting?" Prince Edward's son, Little George, was so surprised that his mouth watered. There was also the future Emperor of Prussia who was living at his grandmother's house. Little William pointed at the piece of white silk with his mouth open. shouted loudly.
"Uncle, uncle, look at it...it's a Chinese painting? The kind of Chinese painting you have in your showroom! Didn't you grab a lot of this kind of painting from China?"
Why is this unlucky kid not opening any pot? In front of Fangguan, Edward really wanted to slap his nephew.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I bought them all!" The prince said with a dark look on his face.
Just when the uncle and nephew were bickering, the painting was finally revealed, and suddenly people on the street exclaimed, "Oh God! What is this... a Chinese landscape?"
Yes, the huge silk canvas spread out at the Bank of England is an enlarged copy of "Spring Outing" by Zhan Ziqian of the Sui Dynasty.
The huge canvas is 18 meters high and 28 meters wide. It is made of more than a hundred pieces of white silk made in Jiangnan.
It took four painters a month to copy Zhan Ziqian's spring outing. Of course, they couldn't copy the essence of Zhan Ziqian, but this painting was enough to bluff people in London who had never seen Chinese paintings. People.
