Text Volume 697 The Interior Is Divided~We Want to Be Happy for Shang and Liuhuo's Newlyweds!

The friends of Qin Guan who came from the audience who heard the news, as well as the students of Columbia University who passed by, and the fans of Qin Guan who came from all over the world, were all at the same time as Qin Guan who was standing in the front row of the crowd. Like Guan Guan, he quietly looked at the people on the awarding platform, and solemnly read out the speech of Qin Guan's glory.

Although this is only a very small award, for the Asians on this campus, its meaning is not small.

It’s a sense of belonging to the city, and New York’s identification with yellow-skinned people.

So, here they are, standing on the left and right of these community residents, standing behind this man who represents them, standing under this simple award platform, and standing in front of a word called justice.

The host on the stage ended his eloquent speech, which is not difficult for any politician in the United States.

What it means to speak better than to sing can be reflected here and everywhere.

And this year happens to be the new year of the presidential reelection campaign. The gunpowder that should have appeared at the end of the year was previewed in advance in major cities.

These disturbances were still too far away from Qin Guan. What awaited him at this time was Chief Henry on the stage and the four police officers behind him getting up together, and the exquisite black box he was holding in his hand.

Qin Guan in the audience subconsciously tidied up his tie. As a member of the fashion industry, he also specifically consulted a fashion stylist today.

The light gray spring suit changed the depression of winter and added vitality to this vibrant season.

The twill tie of the same color made him dress up more formally, which showed the importance he attached to this awards ceremony, and also did not make himself look too old-fashioned in the camera.

In short, it was a positive version of the dress demonstration, and it was not in vain for these reporters who were moved after hearing the news, desperately swaying the film in their hands on him.

"Recipient of the 2004 Community Innovation Service Award, Qin Guan! Congratulations!"

As Qin Guan walked to the center of the presiding stage, Director Henry, who was standing opposite him, put this small silver medal in the shape of a star, no more than half a finger long, on Qin Guan's chest.

And as this action progressed, the reporters under the stage, having forgotten what modesty is, squeezed their way to the stage, and towards this wonderful moment, there was a click.

After the awarding of the medals was over, the hands of the two held tightly together.

The audience applauded symbolically to congratulate him.

"Qin Guan! Good job!"

"Qin Guan, stand up!"

These voices about international students from all directions are still no match for experienced New York reporters.

"Qin Guan, look here!"

"Director Henry! Representative Li, can you get closer!"

The three people on the stage completed the most formal group photo head-to-head. It was not until Qin Guan left the awarding platform with the assistance of the staff beside him that he rubbed his stiff face that was already smiling.

This is hell! Such a short awards ceremony was even more tiring than a top fashion show.

It seems that my personality is really not suitable for politics, and this kind of meeting life in front of the camera is not suitable for Qin Guan at all.

Backstage Qin Guan was carefully taking off the badge on his chest and putting it in a black velvet box. Over there, he found that the people from the New York Police Department headed by Commissioner Henry had already started to evacuate.

The black car took the lead, and the four police officers who served as the background wall put on white helmets and sat on their respective motorcycle mounts.

Just at this glance, the medal box in Qin Guan's hand almost rolled out.

On the back seats of these four most common patrol motorcycles, there are martial arts-style four-corner flags, and the color marks are different.

When the four police officers started their locomotives and roared away, these brightly colored flags rustled in the spring breeze, quite eye-catching.

Xu Xiaoxiao, who had been waiting by the side for a long time, didn't seem to be surprised by this phenomenon at all, and the community residents on the streets of New York who left after the awards ceremony also seemed to be familiar with it.

Seeing Qin Guan's reaction, Xu Xiaoxiao proudly raised his eyebrows, and patiently explained for his friend beside him.

"Since the performance of your Police Alliance ended, those martial arts masters from Chinatown have started to receive invitations from various police stations to perform one after another."

"The group of people who admire the most martial arts quickly became one with our martial arts masters."

"It's not that you don't know the contradictions among traditional Chinese martial arts. If you let the school they learn submit to the leadership of another school, it's just a daydream."

"So, here, with the different choices of the police officers, the factions are also clearly divided."

"And these fanatical Chinese kung fu admirers are also afraid of chaos in the world, especially taking the rise and fall of their own martial arts as their own responsibility."

"No, even when they are out on duty, they don't forget to put up their own signs to attract people for their masters."

Hearing that Qin Guan was still there, he was almost not happy, but after thinking about it, he still asked his biggest question: "What about Master Guolin?"

As soon as Qin Guan said this, Xu Xiaoxiao slapped his thigh excitedly: "Hey! Don't mention it! When they returned to the temple that night, the door was blown up!"

"A group of Yankees who came here for invulnerability, iron head, iron chest, and iron crotch immediately surrounded the Shaolin Temple in New York."

"I don't know where they heard about the process of apprenticeship. They all kowtow to Master Guolin in that temple!"

"They also specially sent a representative with the best eloquence as the negotiator they want to continue to carry on the family line."

"Hahahaha, do you think they are happy!"

"This is Master Guolin's low-key approach, otherwise you would be able to see Buddha's salvation of sentient beings in the hearts of all the police cars in New York!"

Qin Guan, who heard the words, thought about the golden arhats all over the street, and couldn't help but shudder. Xu Xiaoxiao, who was gloating at other people's misfortunes, was just an idiot!

"You still have time to laugh at others? Think of your own difficult task!"

Their task is arduous enough. The community bazaar in the form of a whole long street marked by the Columbia school badge kicked off vigorously at the junction of the Columbia campus and the community. (To be continued.)