C2127 a painting that was born out of nowhere

had to get famous quickly, and his reputation was even more important. The more fans he could get on this trip to Europe, the more beneficial it would be for their negotiations.

Even Benjamin was no exception. Although he was the Prime Minister of the British Empire, and the tiny Hua Clan was like a baby to him, he had his own weaknesses, and also had powers that he did not dare offend.

He could not afford to offend the royal family. He also had a headache from the opposition party. Even more frightening to him was the public opinion. Whether or not the people liked him would directly determine whether or not he still had power.

Xiao Letian could only rely on two assistants to deal with Benjamin in the whole of Europe and the politicians that were against him. One was the enemy of the enemy, the opposition parties and the second was the public opinion, which was basically the number of fans.

Not only were they celebrating, they were all tools for Xiao Letian to gather fans.

Today was the same, as 400 thousand people were gathered on the streets because of Xiao Letian's Eastern China Clan's series of reports. It was the continuous and in-depth promotion of China's propaganda and diplomatic mission that attracted so many people to gather here.

Is that all you can do for publicity? Of course not, Xiao Letian had countless of backup plans. He had long foreseen today's explosive situation, and had even guessed that it would be chaotic.

"This chaos is caused by the Führer, and it will eventually be quelled by the Führer, citizens of London! Tremble in the wind from China... "

Leo shouted from the clock tower like a nervous poet, the guard behind him pulling out the signal fireworks with a wry smile.

Whoosh … "Pa …" "Pa …"

A few muffled explosions sounded out in the sky, and many people on the street subconsciously raised their heads to look up at the sky, "What's going on?" Where do we set off fireworks? "

"Nonsense, what are you doing setting off fireworks in the middle of the day?" "Could it be that someone has fired a shot …"

"Impossible, there are so many policemen and soldiers guarding this place, who would dare to shoot?" "I don't want to live anymore …"

While the crowd was still in the midst of their discussion, another signal, from a building four or five hundred meters away from Westminster Abbey, exploded in mid-air.

Very soon, half of the City of London's signal points had received orders, and figures began to appear on the roofs of the countless buildings one by one. These people carried long steps, and quickly stood on the eaves of the houses along the streets.

"Look, there's someone on the roof …" It's quite a lot! "

People were pointing their fingers in the air, and at that moment, the London police also noticed the uninvited guests. "Come down!" What do you do? "Come down quickly..."

It was a rare occurrence. The police never thought that there would be a group of people on the roof. All the security had neglected this place.

These were all employed by the Chinese Foundation, and they were a group of experienced spies. The ones raised on high salaries were all veterans who had retired from the army and were now criminals who had run for their lives.

These people weren't afraid of the police in London at all. They smiled contemptuously as they lowered their heads and untied the ropes that bound them. Their long steps were over forty meters long.

There were more than one scrolls. There were countless scrolls. Basically, on both sides of each street were buildings that were lined with people who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Vauxhall Bridge Road, Victoria Street, Jamaica Road, Tower Bridge Road... Basically, from Buckingham Palace all the way to the tower bridge, these mysterious people appeared.

Outside Buckingham Palace, Downing Street, Admiralty, Church of Saint Martin, Royal Opera House, King's College, St. Paul's Cathedral, Bank of England himself... Until the Tower Bridge, where these mysterious figures practically appeared on the roofs of all the famous buildings.

Outside St. Paul's Cathedral, under the umbrella, Fang Guan waved his golden perfume fan and gave the Prince of Edward a coquettish look.

It was because of Fang Guan's diplomatic efforts that the Foundation had obtained the approval of the Prince. Otherwise, the Foundation would never have been able to borrow such an important building.

Fang Guan's public relations ability was simply too powerful.

Edward walked to the beauty's side and lowered his head to hold Fang Guan's hand. He kissed the back of his hand and said in a flattering tone, "My goddess, you wanted to give me a surprise. "I've been looking forward to this for a long time …"

Fang Guan laughed and took out his hand. "Your Highness, do not be impatient, our present is not only for you, but also for the Queen, for London, and for the whole of England …"

"Aren't you having a headache over this mess? "Don't worry, we have a way to make these four hundred thousand people calm down. They will quickly calm down …"

"Really? "I'm really looking forward to it …" Just as he was talking, Prince Edward suddenly felt like his throat was stuck, his eyes were glued to it.

At the end of the cash pile, on the roof of the Bank of England Building located to the east of St. Paul's Cathedral, an incomparably large white silk silk was slowly being lowered.

Bank of England was at least four stories tall, and there were eight huge stone pillars at the entrance that resembled Romans. On the top of the pillars were beautiful sculptures.

At the moment, a group of foundation staff were slowly laying down ropes. The countless pieces of white silk that were put together to form a giant curtain began to slowly fall down.

The prince was stunned, the royal members were shocked, the servants were shocked, the people on the street were also shocked. It was as if a cold wind had suddenly blew past them, the previously noisy street had suddenly turned silent.

"This is …" This is a painting? " Prince Edward's son, George Jr, was so shocked that his saliva was about to come out from his mouth. There was also the future emperor of Prussia, who was living with his grandmother.

"Uncle, uncle, quickly look …" A Chinese painting? That's the kind of Chinese painting you have in your showroom! Didn't you steal a lot of these paintings from China? "

This unlucky child, why didn't he mention the pot at all? In front of Fang Guan, Edward really wanted to give this nephew of his a spanking.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I bought those!" The Prince's face darkened.

Just as his uncle and nephew were bickering, the painting was finally revealed, and the street was suddenly filled with exclamations of "Oh my god!" What is this... China's Landscape? "

That's right, the huge silk canvas unfurled by the Bank of England, was enlarged and copied from the Sui Dynasty's godly "Spring Festival Diagram".

The gigantic canvas was eighteen meters tall and twenty-eight meters wide. It was made from more than a hundred pieces of white silk made in Jiangnan.

The four Famous Painting took a month to copy out the godly Spring Map. Of course, they could not copy out the essence of the godly picture, but it was enough to scare anyone who had never seen a Chinese painting before.