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Yang Luo wobbled around the door, winking at Xu Hang.
Xu Hang walked into the toilet, picked up a service suspension sign inside and put it outside, then locked the toilet door. He looked up, reached out his hand to cover the top of the toilet partition, climbed up with all his strength, then stood on it, moved the ceiling ventilation net and climbed in.
Yang Luo looked at the time. There were less than 15 minutes before the conference started. People were still entering the venue in an endless stream, but most of them were reporters. Yang Luo has been observing, afraid of Chinese reporters appearing. When he saw the press cards hanging on the chests of those reporters, without a square word, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. In addition to foreigners, even people of yellow race are also journalists from Japan and South Korea.
At this moment, Yang Luo's eyes suddenly widened, and he cursed fiercely: "Damn it!"
It was Dong Huilan who trotted all the way to the stairs, Yang Luo hurried over to stop her, and said in pure Korean: "Miss! Please show your ID."
Yang Luo was wearing security clothing with the brim of his hat pressed down very low, Dong Huilan didn't see it.
"Yes!" After speaking, he reached into his bag to take out the press card, Yang Luo pressed her hand, "Sorry, you can't go in without a card."
Dong Huilan became anxious, raised her head and said, "You won't let me take it" She swallowed half of her words, and looked at Yang Luo blankly.
Yang Luo said: "I'm sorry! You can't go in." After speaking, he dragged her down the stairs, "Didn't I tell you to go back?"
"I received a call from the newspaper asking me to attend this meeting."
"Go back immediately."
"But¡¡"
Yang Luo waved his hand, "No but, leave immediately."
Dong Huilan had many questions, "What exactly do you want to do?"
Yang Luo frowned: "Don't ask so many questions, I'm short on time, you leave immediately." After speaking, he turned and walked back.
Dong Huilan opened her mouth to say something, but finally closed her mouth. I stood there and thought for a while, then walked towards the gate, exited the coex and walked towards the Intercontinental Hotel diagonally opposite.
Yang Luo walked back, saw that the time was almost up, and said to a guard in Korean: "Let's go in and close the door, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble, and we will all be unlucky."
The guard thought for a while, and he also knew what kind of meeting this time was. And the above did not say not to close the door, so I nodded in agreement.
A group of people walked into the venue, the guard closed the door, and Yang Luo smoothly locked the door. The guard gave him a strange look, but didn't say anything.
At ten o'clock, a middle-aged man walked up to the podium, and the chaotic venue fell silent instantly.
The middle-aged man tried the microphone, "Hello, friends from all walks of life. I am Zhao Zhixiang, a member of the National Assembly. Welcome to the Fourth World Uyghur Congress. Next, we invite Madam "Chairman" of the World Uyghur Congress."
Standing up in the audience, waving as he walked, he went to the stage and picked up the microphone, "Gentlemen! Ladies, friends from the press, good morning As we all know, China is a hegemonic country with an imperfect legal system and abuse of justice. In the country, anyone may be coerced in any way at any time and anywhere, against their own conscience and will, and engage in things they should not do. They have no freedom of choice. Moreover, the human rights problem in China is getting more and more serious, exhausting all despicable means to threaten and suppress the Uyghur people So we Uyghur people must unite and defend our own interests with blood and life. Only by establishing our own country can we not be oppressed. We must unite and fight for Uyghur
Now after years of hard work, our World Uyghur Committee has received strong support from the United States, Germany, India, and Japan, and the Japanese "government" has agreed to buy Xinjiang. This is what comforts me the most. Now I appeal, hoping to get the support of the Korean "government" and more peace-loving countries and people"
"Papa"
Just as he was spitting and talking excitedly, applause suddenly broke out inappropriately. It was sudden and surprising. Everyone looked in the direction of the applause, only to see a guard applauding.
"Madam's speech was so wonderful, it made my blood boil." The guard walked towards the podium step by step as he spoke.
The bodyguard standing under the "chairman" platform stopped him, "Get out of here."
The guard's face hidden under the brim of his hat was full of smiles, "I admire the lady very much, and I want to take a photo with her."
"I'm sorry! Please leave immediately."
?nbsp; "You say that you are not a good committee member, a good rich man is not a good person, you have to do something fucking. You also fucking visit the Yasukuni Shrine and donate money to Japan to buy the Diaoyu Islands. What are you talking about to let Japan buy Xinjiang " Speaking of this, he slapped his head hard, making the old guy's eyes stare, and his body shook from side to side.
Yang Luo went on to say: "Damn it! Did you grow up eating shit? I just raise a dog. It knows how to repay its kindness and won't bite me. But you're damn good. The country makes you a member of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. You became the richest man in Xinjiang, and finally bit the country. You still said it was so high-sounding, for the Uyghur people. You fucking tried your best to replace the "Eastern Iraqi Movement" as the "East Turkistan Terrorist Organization" for the Uyghur people. General representative, the 8•4, 8•10, 8•12 terrorist cases. Do you know that most of the dead are Uyghur people
What right do you have to represent the interests of the Uyghurs? If you destroy the peaceful and peaceful life of the Uyghurs in this way, you are betraying your own country and nation Don¡¯t think that hiding abroad means you can¡¯t do anything about it. "
After finishing speaking, he smiled silently, "Munich, Germany, apartment No. 9 Adolf Kopping Street, I heard that this is the old den of the World Uyghur Congress? Are all your children and relatives there? I will visit them one by one." (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com