National Honor: Kevin's Successor

Over the past few days, Huang Paolo had met quite a few important people.

There was no need to mention the Italian side.

Senior police officers stood guard outside the door almost around the clock, while politicians and people from all walks of life took turns coming to visit.

They had received a mountain of gifts alone.

Thinking back to the articles he had read in old green-covered magazines Huang Kaiwen had bought before, Huang Paolo wanted to slap the editors of Yilin to death.

Who the hell said foreigners did not care about personal connections?

It was just that you were not qualified to build connections with them.

Back when information was not so readily available, those kinds of articles might have fooled some people.

Even American TV shows had worn out plots about taking money and favors to write college recommendation letters, yet they still acted like they did not know any better?

From those people's behavior, Huang Paolo could clearly tell that they genuinely wanted to come.

If they were not afraid of annoying Huang Kaiwen, they would probably show up here every day.

Not only that, quite a few people had flown in to visit him.

The cooperation projects between Italy and China had resumed, and Milan's streets had gained some more professional faces.

When it came to professional ethics, the Chinese side definitely won by a huge margin.

Milan police officers would not risk their lives to save someone who had deliberately jumped into a river.

Things that happened frequently in China would become exemplary cases for a long time if they occurred even once in Europe.

It was only morning, yet they had already seen off several European aristocrats.

Huang Paolo could not help complaining, "You don't really know them, do you, Dad? At