In Arkham Asylum's spacious office, clusters of people were crammed together. The Guardians of the Galaxy were huddled in front of the giant projection screen playing games, and Rocket Raccoon was shouting the loudest.
Steve was handling unfinished work. He was now Earth's image ambassador, representing Earth at all kinds of diplomatic events. More importantly, he had to build good relationships with the image ambassadors from other nations.
Schiller walked over to him with a cup of coffee. Steve scratched his head, and Schiller smiled. "Did you run into some trouble? Maintaining basic manners shouldn't be difficult for you, should it?"
"No, it's not about the aliens." Steve picked up the documents in his hand and said, "I need to learn about the image ambassadors from other nations. We'll be colleagues in Earth's Ministry of Foreign Affairs from now on. If I don't understand their identities and cultural circles, I'll make a fool of myself."
Steve sighed softly. "The United States' history is too short, and we really can't find many famous figures. But the people sent by other countries have lived for at least several centuries. I just finished the section on Joan of Arc, and I haven't even started researching Arabic mythology yet."
Steve paused, then said, "Nick told me to focus on China's representatives. The others are one thing, but one of their diplomatic ambassadors is a monkey..."
"That fits their usual diplomatic style perfectly."
"What?"
"If the benefactor refuses to conduct diplomacy properly, this humble monk knows a little martial arts as well."
Steve had no idea what he was muttering about. He lowered his head and continued working. "The space station rescue incident last time got things off to a good start. Otherwise, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs wouldn't have been established so quickly. Of