Chapter 137 Comrade Mu, let's work together to accomplish this great goal Roasting a camel is probably the highest level of welcoming etiquette for guests in desert the preparation of this dish, the traditional way is that it needs to be baked for three days and three nights, while others say it needs seven days, etc. Anyway, having seen the huge camel in front of him with his own eyes, Wang Hu was not sure what the real situation was. In short, if Ashman didn't have the ability to know the future like himself. There was no way he could have been ready before the Archangel crash-landed in the desert. So I watched Ashman talking about the roasted camel prepared according to traditional ancient methods, and watched the bearded Ashman holding a scimitar and cutting open the camel's belly to cut open the roasted lamb inside. Then, with performance as the top priority, he took out a duck from the roast lamb, and finally, in a mysterious manner, he poked a greasy egg with a dagger and walked in front of him. Wang Hu maintained an absolutely standard diplomatic smile and took the egg that was still dripping oil. "Captain, please accept the friendship from the desert." Ashman's words were full of kindness, and his eyes were fixed on Wang Hu who was holding the egg. The people around him are just like Ashman, perhaps they have their own ideas about how they treat Wang Hu and his group.
But at this time they were all waiting for Wang Hu to eat the egg that represented friendship. "Thank you for the grand welcome ceremony from Chief Ashman, for the friendship between East Asia and the desert dwellers." Faced with the hospitality of the crowd, Wang Hu did not do anything out of the ordinary. He smiled and took a bite of the grease-filled egg. Then he praised loudly the deliciousness of the eggs and raised his dagger to the sky to show that he was representing the Archangel and expressing his gratitude to everyone for the grand welcome ceremony. Then, after the opening ceremony was over, everyone dispersed and started to enjoy the food. Mu walked over quietly and asked, "Are the eggs delicious?" "Hmm?" Wang Hu asked doubtfully, holding the water cup. "You want to eat?" "No, no, no." Shaking his head repeatedly, Mu said with a somewhat strange meaning. "I've heard that many people have been eating eggs that are filled with fat for health reasons or to show off their uniqueness." "Those who accept eggs will always find all sorts of good reasons to give them away." "Most of them are the kids at the scene, and they say they are the future, so they are the most honorable people on the field and they deserve to eat the egg." "Tsk." Wang Hu said softly, lowering his head and taking a sip of water in the cup. "Dressing formally and according to the rules in solemn and formal occasions is a way of respecting others and yourself." "The so-called unique dress is casual and egocentric, you think you are showing your individuality." "Little did they know that their self-righteousness would invisibly keep potential partners out." "Mu, don't be blinded by some boring toxic chicken soup. Many times, what others hype is not necessarily correct." "You have your own brain, why should you let others' seemingly reasonable but actually completely unreasonable arguments influence you so easily?" "That makes sense." Mu stood beside Wang Hu and looked at the desert dwellers singing and dancing at the banquet. After a while, he suddenly said with emotion. "They are quite cheerful, as if they have been like this for thousands of years."
"What else?" Wang Hu looked at Mu out of the corner of his eye, who came to him and talked about some seemingly irrelevant topics. "Have they had the opportunity to choose their own way of life over the past thousands of years? Since they have no choice, why not just live one day at a time?" "For example, even in this era, Ace is still feared. For us, it is simply a natural disaster." "But on this continent, it's as insignificant to them as a cold." "That's what you say." Mu tactically threw a sand date into his mouth and said that this was too unreasonable. "No one is afraid of death. The disease is fatal to both us and them." "Really?" Wang Hu shrugged. "Theoretically, if you have that disease, you don't need any medication, and you can still live for more than a dozen years." "But many of the viruses that are rampant on this continent can kill people instantly." "If you don't believe me, just check it out on the Internet. With these prerequisites, do you think that disease is still a natural disaster in their eyes?" "Hahaha." Faced with Wang Hu's well-reasoned remarks, Mu once again selectively threw a sand date into his mouth. "This world is like this, always full of unfairness." Mu slowly turned the topic to his own purpose. "What exactly are you guys planning, Toa? It doesn't look like the Z Gundam is just prepared to deal with ZAFT." "Oh." Wang Hu raised the cup in his hand and gestured to Cagalli who was looking at him. “In fact, all the problems in this world can be attributed to poverty.” "In East Asia, there is an old saying that goes, 'When people have enough food, they will know etiquette.' Of course, it doesn't necessarily mean that people will become good people when they are rich." "But if everyone becomes wealthy, it can indeed solve many problems, so the ultimate goal of East Asia is to make everyone prosperous together." “When the day comes when the world of great harmony comes to this world, the great cause and destiny of us East Asians will be fulfilled.” He had to throw a few more sand dates into his mouth. Mu originally just wanted to ask about Dongya's future plans from a side perspective. But contrary to his expectations, Wang Hu talked about something that sounded very mysterious. "Can it be done?" Mu pondered for a while. Living in that circle, he felt that what Wang Hu said was simply a thousand and one stories. "Without distinction by country, ethnicity or race, all mankind is liberated from the shackles of material things, and all mankind is united with one idea to move towards a better future." "Aren't you very brave, Comrade Mu La Vlada?" Wang Hu turned his head and looked at Mu who was in a daze. There was a light of expectation for the future in Wang Hu's eyes. He was very sincere and serious. Anyone who saw Wang Hu at this moment would be amazed by the light in his eyes. No one would doubt that what he said was not what he was fighting for. "Can you do it?" Mu avoided Wang Hu's eyes and asked in a low voice. “No matter how loud a person’s slogans are or how beautiful his words are, as long as what he does is not what he says, then this person is fake.” "The same is true for a country. Haven't we proven ourselves with our actions?" Wang Hu stretched out his hand and placed it in front of Mu, formally extending an invitation. "Would you like to try together? Let's create a great cause that transcends barriers and lead the human world to an infinite future."
"This..." Mu stared at the hand stretched out in front of him, as if he saw Medusa's head full of poisonous snakes. He knew what the great achievement Wang Hu was talking about was. It was an existence that in its heyday could make the President of the Atlantic Federation put a gun under his pillow when he slept at night. But when we see it in history books, and when the behemoth that once cast the entire world under its shadow walks out of the ancient volumes. Even though Mu was born into a wealthy family and didn't seem to care about his background, he still instinctively felt a bone-chilling fear in front of this behemoth. Smiling, looking at Mu's face full of fear, Wang Hu did not force him further. He must give himself an answer at this moment. "There is still a chance and there is still time." Wang Hu withdrew his hand casually. "You can continue to wait and see whether we are right or they are wrong in this world." "We? Them?" Mu repeated Wang Hu's words. Mu clearly understood what Wang Hu was referring to. Even though Mu usually looked down on everything the Atlantic Federation did, it was, after all, the country where he was born and where he lived. "Hahaha, I guess it's not that bad." Mu kept throwing the sand dates into his mouth and chewing them. He was so busy throwing the food away that he forgot to swallow it. His cheeks were like a squirrel full of acorns. "Yeah, it's not that bad for you." Pointing at the desert residents who were still singing and dancing, Wang Hu asked calmly. "But the world has been bad for them for a long time. If we don't come, how long will their bad world last?" "Wang Hu!" Mu lowered his voice and spat out all the chewed sand dates in his mouth onto the sand. "Don't say it so scary, we have..." “Wasting food in the desert is the greatest sin.” Suddenly, a dark-skinned boy rushed over from a distance because he saw Mu spitting the sand dates on the ground. Kagali's driver named Ahmed shouted loudly, then stood in front of Wang Hu and his men and glared at Mu. "You are indeed the most wasteful Atlantic Federation people in the world. You don't know what thrift is in your bones." "You won't know how difficult the world outside is!" "Me!" Mu took two steps back. He looked around and saw the unfriendly looks cast at him by people around him because of Ahmed's speech. "Hahaha, there is a reason for this." Mu wanted to find a reason. He was actually not a wasteful person. "Is it natural that citizens of a great country are surrounded by hostile eyes?" Squatting down and covering the broken dates with sand, Wang Hu told a joke full of black humor. "Wang Hu!" Mu gritted his teeth as he looked at Wang Hu who had his back to him. If possible, Mu really wanted to kick this guy in the back. Has Cruze also been angry? For some reason, Mu had this thought in his mind for no reason.
"Mu, Wang Hu, what are you doing?" Sensing the changing atmosphere of the people around him, Malu ran over on the sand with the car lights on. "It's okay." Wang Hu smiled and waved his hand, signaling Malu not to worry. "You guys!" Malu came of course to ease the atmosphere, and just when she wanted to say something. "Look over there! The sky is burning!" Among the crowd attending the banquet, a few children who should have been carefree pointed at the sky on one side and shouted in surprise. "So beautiful!" It is a beautiful spectacle only for children, but not necessarily for adults. "The direction of the village?" The faces of several sturdy men in the crowd suddenly changed. Then, without waiting for Ashman, the leader, to speak, they threw down precious food on the spot. They ran towards the jeep in the camp as if their butts were on fire. They wanted to get to the village as soon as possible. Because their families are there. (End of this chapter)