A few days later.
In the hotel room.
Translator Zhao knocked cautiously on the door and approached Li Luo, who was playing a video game.
"Li Luo, another delegation arrived from the Middle East. They bought a Rainbow 4 drone production line for ten billion yuan, signed a pipeline procurement contract worth 3.8 billion yuan, and an agreement to purchase electrical equipment..."
He stumbled over his words.
Li Luo smiled and nodded. "Got it."
Sports diplomacy.
Perhaps a few guests in the Middle Eastern delegation were fans who wanted to meet him and have a brief chat?
"It's that little princess again..."
"While I'm in China, I don't want to play with girls."
An hour later.
Li Luo met the little princess in a conference room.
"Li~"
A court gown? Gold and silver jewelry? A crowd of attendants?
None of those things were there.
The little princess wore the modern casual clothes and shoes Li Luo had bought her last year.
Her hair fell over her shoulders, with a tiny hair clip above one ear. Apart from that, she wore no accessories.
Yet that simple, unadorned look was still lovely.
The little princess hurried forward excitedly, with a trace of childlike delight.
"Long time no see."
Li Luo noticed the book in her hand and asked in puzzlement, "What's that?"
He bent down and took a closer look.
The cover read: "White Nights and the Black Sea."
In smaller print: The Eastern Caesar's romantic conquests in Russia, from Saint Petersburg to Sochi, from the banks of the Neva River beneath the white nights to the reefs of the Black Sea-the untold story of him, two Russian girls, and a Japanese girl (a compilation of highlights from The Sun, a worldwide bestseller).
Author: Graham Smith.
What?
That shameless, filthy rag,