Xie Dingyuan is unstable.

This is his speech on the stage to welcome countries to form teams to participate in the next iPho.

Finally, the participants from all countries took a group photo.

The Chinese team is firmly in position C, and Jiang Fuyue is in position C.

Xie Dingyuan looked at the girl holding certificates and flowers on the stage. Suddenly, he was not so sorry.

At least we caught up, didn't we?

In the afternoon, the host country held a banquet, and players from all countries attended in full dress.

Zhong Ziang can't get in without an invitation card.

Find Yan Zhenfeng and Qin Libin to find a way. Unfortunately, the organizers said that in order to ensure the privacy of the banquet, only national leaders and players can participate.

The rest, especially media reporters, are not allowed.

Huo Fanjin spread his hands and shrugged: "If Professor Yan said there was no way, it was really no way."

Zhong Ziang has a black face.

Huo Fanjin swayed in, leaving him a back of schadenfreude.

"Grass!"

Suddenly, a man flashed in the boy's mind. He must have a way!

……

Xie Dingyuan stood before the whole mirror to adjust the height of the bow tie.

Several times of alignment seemed to have deviation. He continued to fine tune and took no trouble.

At this time, the mobile phone rang.

"Hello."

"Uncle, what are you doing? Hey hey... Have you had lunch? Are you busy?"

Xie Dingyuan: "say anything."

"Cough... Can you get the invitation letter for iPho party?"

Xie Dingyuan glanced slightly, "what do you want to do?"

"Go in and join the fun."

"I can't get it."

"How could it be?!" Zhong Ziang didn't believe it. "You must give you face on the side of country D."

"That's also my face. Take it. It may not work."

Zhong Ziang was almost crazy: "what should I do?"

"Just want to go in?"

"Nonsense! My daughter-in-law... Er... Lin Shumo, they are inside. I have a long experience."

Xie Dingyuan didn't expose him, but said faintly, "I can't help it. The hotel will deliver the meal right away. I won't tell you."

"Wait... Are you in the hotel?"

Xie Dingyuan said quietly, "what's the problem?"

"No problem! It's absolutely no problem! Uncle, you're in the mood to order dinner now. Does that mean you're not busy next?"

"So?"

"That's great! You come with me! I can't use your face. Let me go in with you and get a light assembly?"

Xie Dingyuan hooked his lips, but the voice at the exit was so cold that it fell: "this will not be an example."

"OK, OK! I'll change my clothes right now, uncle. You remember to wear a suit. The party is quite formal. I'll meet at the door of the hotel in 20 minutes."

Then he hung up quickly for fear that he would go back on his word.

Xie Dingyuan calmly put down his mobile phone and continued to adjust the position of the bow tie.

Two minutes later, he was finally satisfied.

Looking at myself in a suit and shoes in the mirror, I can't find anything wrong from head to toe.

Good.

He turned around, picked up his cell phone, dialed a number, and said to the head in fluent German, "it's me, Professor Smith. I'm sorry to disturb you again. Please leave me another invitation card. Thank you... The previous one has been received... Yes, I need another..."

The sun shines into the room through the French window. There is no obvious wrinkle on the neat bed. There is an invitation card quietly on it.

The card surface is noble Roland purple, surrounded by silver edges, and the center is written in fluent English circles——

Iphoinvitated (invitation letter of international physics competition)

Xie Dingyuan took the card and left the room.

Shiny leather shoes stepped on the thick carpet in the corridor without making any noise.

Twenty minutes later, my nephew and uncle met and set out together.

Inside the car.

Zhong Ziang looked at his uncle for the nth time and was caught by Xie Dingyuan's cold eyes.

"Cough..." he coughed softly.

Xie Dingyuan turned away coldly and looked out of the window.

Suddenly, "uncle, I think there's something wrong with you today."