Admiral in the Azure World

Chapter 412 The protagonist appears.jpg
If this world were a novel, then Sartre would undoubtedly be the protagonist here. He has bloodline (Andrew Storm), plug-ins (killer whales) and all the configurations that only a protagonist has. The only thing missing is this kid. I guess it's a little bit secondary.

When the Huangjiang River merged with Lexington, and when she was holding the love bento in her hand, she happened to run into an oncoming killer whale.

"Mark, I haven't seen you for a long time." The killer whale jumped down from the tree. Huang Jiang glanced at the ancient tree that was tens of meters high in front of him, complaining in his heart that a girl with the same name as a marine mammal would actually come from Falling from trees.

"It didn't take long, right? I often see you in the newspapers." Huang Jiang also pretended to be polite and took Lexington to sit under the shade of a tree. He didn't act like a consul at all. After all, he He is not a noble who has received etiquette lessons since childhood. He knows nothing about these things. He has only been a consul for a year and has not even communicated with many big shots (mainly because he has not been beaten severely by the big bosses).

"I often see you in the newspapers." Compared to the legendary Valkyrie Killer Whale, the energetic lady in front of her is more in line with Huang Jiang's original impression. After all, Huang Jiang has seen killer whales. In ghost form.

Sartre obviously didn't know about this matter, otherwise his attitude towards Huang Jiang would not be the same as facing an ordinary storm citizen.In the entire Federation, there are not many people with the surname Storm, but there are also quite a few, and there are also a lot of people who have been reduced to the slums. Sartre and Mark have such an origin, but Sartre's background is slightly better than him.

"Is there any?" Huang Jiang thought for a while, "There shouldn't be many in the past year, right?"

"Haha, but the past few days have been very exciting." The killer whale did not sit down, but took a few steps forward, blocking the sun in front of the Yellow River, "What a star in the sea and sky, what a god of war in exercises. Hey, Do you know the expression on Sartre’s face when he heard that his home in the rear was stolen when he was about to wipe out the gang of idle governors? Let me tell you, that expression was, tsk, not to mention how wonderful it was.”

"Cough cough."

"Why are you coughing? Do you have a cold?" The killer whale blinked.

Huang Jiang held a poached egg in his mouth and pointed behind the killer whale with the chopsticks in his hand.

The killer whale looked back, and Sutter stood behind him gloomy.

"Oh~ dear!" The killer whale gently held his side with his right hand and fell softly to the ground. "You made me wait - it's so painful -!"

"Why did she become like this?" Huang Jiang was referring to the reason why the killer whale turned into a sand sculpture. At least when he met Sartre two years ago, the killer whale was not like this.

"Orcas are more afraid of strangers." Sartre said.

"Pfft." Lexington covered his mouth and quickly lowered his head.

Sartre's majestic posture was a bit unbearable: "Kerebes are social creatures after all. Her sisters have come over one after another in the past few years, and naturally...well...they have become more lively."

"That's it." Huang Jiang sipped his chopsticks and looked at the killer whale.

"Young man, look what I'm doing!" The killer whale was exposed by Sartre, and his fierce look suddenly became apparent.

"Swearing in dialect, are you sure she is a sea spirit, not a real killer whale?" Huang Jiang looked at Sartre, "I heard from Firefly that killer whales in the sea often curse like this."

Sartre was a little ashamed. He really didn't know what to say to Huang Jiang's words.

After some teasing, Huang Jiang finally got to know the man in front of him. This student in the same class as him had already lost his middle school temperament and became mature and steady. In him, Huang Jiang could fully feel The temperament that a consul should have is much more reliable than the shame of being an admiral who relies on the ship's wife to make ends meet.

"I originally thought I could hold a class reunion this time." Huang Jiang said with a smile.

Sartre chuckled and said: "There is such a thing, but it is a carnival of noble boys."

"Oh, really?" Huang Jiang didn't say anything. After all, those so-called noble classmates together might not be enough for his fleet to fight.

"I heard that Hesse is also there. Hey, I wonder what he can brag about if he wins this time?" Sartre laughed even more mockingly, "If someone hadn't been touched at home, would he have been able to withstand my attack? Not necessarily." Thinking of this, Sartre became even more angry. This time, he was supposed to prove openly that he, the second seat, definitely did not belong to the chief Hesse, who was born in the aristocracy, but his home was stolen by the tail of their crane. .

Huang Jiang rolled his eyes and listened to Sartre's complaints. He always had an inexplicable feeling in his heart. He said that he was the last one in the federal deacon circle. You must know that every graduate of the Federal College , only less than one-third of the people can become federal deacons, so in the entire class, Huang Jiang's results are actually above average, at the bottom of the excellent.

In Sartre's words, it seemed that those students who failed to become federal deacons and became sea soul masters were not qualified to mention it.Huang Jiang understood this somewhat. Sartre was a pretentious person. Huang Jiang already knew this when he first came into contact with him. This guy would definitely do such a thing.

But it is also because of this that Huang Jiang has always been at a distance from Sartre. Maybe it is because of the education in his previous life, or maybe it is because of some messy Virgin mentality. Anyway, Huang Jiang's mentality has always been like a salted fish. He has no discriminatory thoughts. Over there, the only push for industrialization was to move all the port areas here in order to better accumulate funds.

What is it that he longs for?
At least one of them is to recreate a port area with many ship girls in another world.

Thinking of this, Huang Jiang yawned.

Only then did Sartre come to his senses from Hesse's tirade, glanced at Huang Jiang apologetically, and then said: "I very much agree with your proposal."

"What proposal?" Shula, the killer whale, stood up.

Sartre ignored his right-hand man very smoothly and continued: "I think the White Rose will support you."

This is why you came to me.

Huang Jiang lowered his head and ate fried chicken steak.

"I'm looking forward to the vote in a few days." Huang Jiang said with a smile.

"What he said..." Lexington said hesitantly as he watched Sartre leave.

"What the business alliance means." Huang Jiang took a sip of Coca-Cola. "They also have great expectations for the big market, and they will even push me behind my back. In this regard, I still have common interests with them."

"Isn't that great?" Lexington said with a smile.

"But I will never tolerate them extending their hands to my territory." Huang Jiang's eyes flashed.

Lexington sighed and didn't say anything. Instead, he mentioned Sartre's attitude just now: "Mr. Sartre's attitude is very interesting."

"Is there anything special?" Huang Jiang is not a master at observing words and expressions.

"Sart-Andrew is an absolutely proud man. Being able to make him apologize soon means that you have a high enough influence in his mind? It seems that our Lord Admiral has extended his tentacles to the entire federation. Lexington jokingly chanted, "Humble humans will be protected by the light of the ancient gods."

"What the hell." Huang Jiang didn't understand.

Lexington shook his head slightly, this guy really has no self-awareness.

It's a little cute to stay...

(End of this chapter)