Fu Ping'an never thought of becoming a powerful minister like Soetu. It would be too far away for a college student. If you want to go into politics, you must first take the civil service exam, then start from the grassroots level, and be down-to-earth step by step. When you are in your 40s and 50s, you will be able to work as a director of the department and the ancestral grave, and after Matteo Chou as an assistant or secretary, the starting point is equivalent to the level of the Director of the General Office of the State Council, which is beyond his imagination.

For a moment, Fu Ping'an was fascinated by his own imagination and made his mark on the international stage. Although Xingmatai is just a micro country, similar to a county in China, it is a country with a seat in the United Nations after all. It is hard to find a junior student studying political science to have such a stage.

"How much salary are you going to pay me?" Fu Ping'an said calmly. He tried hard to hide his excitement and express his emotions in his expression. That was a manifestation of immaturity or calmness.

"It depends on the size of your contribution." Matteo Ci turned to the direction of the sea, where the waves were endless and endless.

The South Pacific stage of Solomon's treasure game came to an end. European and American VIPs returned home. Matteo went to the airport to see him off. The Xingma Taiwan government did not have its own international airport. The only 4e-level airport was an affiliated property of Lloyds. When it comes to this, the king was not as good as a county magistrate in China. He bowed down when attracting investment, and just pretended to be a grandson in the face of international capital.

After seeing off the VIP, Matteo C took his friends from China to visit along the coastline of Xingma Taitung Island on a boat. Xingma Tai is an island country with the two largest islands, one east and one west. The East Island is like a crabapple leaf, and the West Island is like a narrow willow leaf. Ninety percent of the 600,000 citizens live on the East Island. The West Island is mountainous and is not suitable for the development of the planting industry. So far, out of a semi-development state, the separatists on the island are committed to establishing the country independently and have never stopped for decades.

This is a 60-foot-long Italian yacht. The lean camel is bigger than a horse. Matteo is a king at least. Even if the economy is difficult, it is difficult for Fu Ping'an and others to reach. He wore sunglasses and guided the country on the deck, telling the history of the Xingmatai country and the story of the Matteo family.

"My ancestor was a Fujianese who went to Southeast Asia. He came to Sabah from Luzon. In the middle of the 19th century, he saved his first pot of gold with the sugarcane garden. Then he used the money to recruit more than a dozen sailors to buy a retired British gunboat and start a transportation business."

Hearing this, Sa Zhiyuan couldn't help but smile. This transportation business is likely to be a pirate, or a pirate, but if you see through it, you will at least give Matteo C a little face.

"Xingmatai was originally an ancient kingdom, known as Matteo C. It was called Matteo C. It was later Islamized in the fifteenth century and was invaded by Spanish colonists. In the nineteenth century, British forces invaded. The rulers of Matteo C. Kingdom were old and weak and unable to resist, so they recruited my ancestors. At that time, he had more than a dozen ships and thousands of sailors, but my ancestors tried their best to delay the speed of being conquered by the Empire of Sun and Never Setting. Fortunately, Matteo C. In the end, the Matteo C. Kingdom was only a protector of Britain, and was nominally an independent country. During World War II, the Japanese army occupied this place. After the war, the Americans came again... Lloyds' company is an old British company. Now it has been internationalized, and capital has no borders..."

"So Matteo is not your name." Fu Ping'an came to a conclusion.

"Matt.com is my last name, and my name is Tibiliu."

Fu Ping'an remembered his days in Moscow, a substitute who looked like Matteo. Generally speaking, only politicians facing the threat of assassination would prepare substitutes for themselves, such as Saddam, Kim Jong Il, British Prime Minister Churchill during World War II, Matteo, a little king without real power, would he want a substitute.

"Are you thinking about that person? He is the son of a gardener and my playmate since childhood. We were already close. I sent him to Thailand for plastic surgery, and I specially acted as my substitute, took me for exams, picked up girls for me, and more importantly, we cooperated to play pranks and deceived many people." Matteo C recalled his youthful recklessness and smiled, "Now he is studying in the UK, he should have his own life."

The right direction of the yacht is a long green coastline. The flat land is full of coffee trees. The mountains of the West Island across the sea are steep and towering into the clouds. Looking at it with a telescope, there is an open space on the coast. Matteo Ci said that the Chinese are building a new pier there.

"There are countless tropical trees in the primeval forests on the West Island. Lloyd looks down on the timber business, but the Chinese are keen on mahogany. In the past decade, timber exports have brought rich foreign exchange income to my country, logs are cut and processed, and then ocean transportation is carried out. However, the West Island has no deep-water dock, so it can only be transported to the dock of Lloyds on the East Island first, and pays high fees to export. Chinese merchants are unwilling to be exploited by Lloyds, so they convinced the government to build a port of the same size on the West Island. The Chinese have the highest infrastructure capabilities in the world. I am also happy to see Lloyds defeated."

Fu Ping'an thought of Jiang Xiaoyang. Isn't the Luqiao Company he belongs to be responsible for the construction of Xingmatai's port project? It's just that Jiang's statement is different from Matteo Ci. For Jiang Xiaoyang, this is a Belt and Road national project, and for Matteo Ci is just an ordinary commercial project.

Meeting an old friend in a foreign land is a rare happy event in life. Fu Ping'an suggested that he wanted to go to the construction site to see it. Matteo C readily agreed and the yacht sailed to the west island. The dock was located in a natural harbor. The land leveling was over, but the construction machinery was stopped and the workers could not be seen.

The yacht was close to the shore and saw more clearly. The construction site had completely stopped working. The glass of the yellow construction machinery was smashed, the tires were shattered, and some were still burned. Fu Ping'an saw an excavator painted with xcmg and XCMG. These expensive machinery were transported from thousands of miles away from China. They should have shown their power, but ended up like this.

The few people who thought they could see their compatriots were all dumbfounded and were speechless on the railing, hoping that no compatriots would be injured or killed in the conflict.

Matteo Chou did not explain because he didn't know what was going on. Just like the innocent waiter was killed that day, he had no emotional fluctuations at all, and seemed to have become accustomed to it.

"I want to land." Fu Ping'an asked, suspecting that Jiang Xiaoyang and other Chinese compatriots were still nearby. I don't know if it was attacked by terrorists or workers' riots here. Since I came, I cannot leave it alone.

Matteo Ci agreed. There was an inflatable life raft on the yacht. The king brought two servants and came to the shore with Fu Ping'an to observe the situation. There was a row of simple prefabricated houses on the construction site. Fu Ping'an shouted a few times. Sure enough, two Chinese people came out of the house, wearing work clothes, hard hats, and holding wrenches.

Fu Ping'an asked what happened. The workers said that the locals were causing trouble and smashed all the equipment. The police didn't care. So the large army had retreated and only left them to guard the construction site.

When asked again, the workers said that it was not our business. Several local people died in the timber factory and were crushed to death by the work-related accident. The timber merchants did not pay for the money and beat people. The people got angry and surrounded the timber company. They were still not relieved after being killed. They rushed to the construction site and smashed all the equipment of the Chinese engineering team.

"Those dry wood merchants use ordinary people as livestock, and only give a few hundred yuan a day, and only about ten yuan in total. They even deduct wages in this way. It's really not a thing."

Fu Ping'an was speechless. The workers were talking about the reality that could not be seen in the news broadcast. Looking up at the original forest in the distance, it had been cut down beyond recognition. Not to mention the disaster that the trees were cut down for economic interests. While Chinese capital was moving to the world, it was also brought to all corners of the world with low wages, low environmental protection and low human rights in China to all corners of the world, especially in remote corners such as Xingmatai and Western capital could not notice. Conflicts and conflicts were inevitable.

Farewell to the worker, Fu Ping'an returned to the yacht. The next stop was Xingma Taicheng in the north of the East Island. The king's convoy was waiting at the pier and carried the guests back to the palace. Before he could sit firmly, the attendants ran in to report like a flight, and the Prime Minister came to see him.

Matteo Cy waved: "I won't see him, let him come back in two hours."

Before he finished speaking, a tall and dark-skinned middle-aged man had already made great strides. He was Marcos, the Prime Minister of the Xingmatai government. Fu Ping'an and others hurriedly avoided it. He listened to Marcos scolding Matteo C through the screen. The official language of Xingmatai was English. Marcos could speak fluent Oxford accent, and Fu Ping'an could listen without any obstacles.

This is the elders' reprimand to the younger generation. The superiors' reprimand Marcos did not give Matteo C any face, and severely accused him of not doing his job properly and not having the qualities of a head of state. He should be referring to the assassination incident.

"I accept criticism, and the same thing will not happen again in the future." Matteo C had no temper at all.

"You still need to learn a lot, and there is no shortcut to success." Marcos' tone slowed down. "You don't need to govern the country. I suggest you study in the UK and find a direction you are interested in."

Matteo Chou argued: "My profession is the king, I want to fulfill my father's will, and I already have mature ideas."

"Tell me, look."

"Start from finance, high-end tourism, real estate, and gambling industry." Matteo Ci was a middle school student who answered the teacher's questions, a little nervous and excited, "I want to introduce capital and seek assistance..."

Marcos suddenly laughed wildly: "This is not something a king should consider. Does Your Majesty want to do all the government's work?"

Matteo Cy, who was interrupted, looked ugly and took a deep breath and changed the topic: "Three Lloyds employees killed someone, I hope to extradite the murderer."

"The Ministry of the Interior will handle it." Marcos was a little impatient.

"How come I don't know about the violent incident on the West Island?" Matteo Ci asked again, "Chinese timber merchants were killed and the port construction site was set on fire. What's going on."

"They took it upon themselves," Marcos said. "As for the port, Lloyd doesn't want competitors."

Matteo Ci said: "But I hope there will be a big capital that competes with Lloyds, which will be beneficial to Xingmatai."

"You should never think so. This is my advice to you." Marcos' patience finally ended. "You should go and have a prank, that is your expertise. Governing the country will be left to the adults."

Marcos left, Matteo turned behind the screen, his face turned sinister, and he asked Fu Ping'an: "Can you do me a favor?"

"Please give me instructions."
Chapter completed!