Zhu Yanyi looked at Du Enkang with a face full of gratitude. "But I must thank Mr. Du for caring about our Chinese representative. You are truly too kind."
To Du Enkang, these words were dripping with sarcasm. Her meaning was clear: she was here not because China lacked people, but because she had the most free time. Yet, everyone attending this event was sharp. They knew Zhu Yanyi’s words were deliberate and the truth was far more complex. However, they could not refute her, for Du Enkang had started this topic.
"I didn't expect China to send a child like you. Is this disrespect to us?" This was said by Anton Zhenyou, the Japanese representative who had just entered.
The Japanese delegation also consisted of four people: Anton Zhenyou, Muye Cai Xu, Tianyuan Xiangsheng, and Pingchuan Qianjia—three men and one woman.
Anton Zhenyou recognized Zhu Yanyi as the girl who had refused to sell the Rou Zhi to them that morning.
Zhu Yanyi tilted her head and looked at Anton Zhenyou. "I don't know if you understand China. Our principle has always been: eat only as much as you can do, and take only as much responsibility as your ability allows. This medical exchange conference is exactly the responsibility I can handle.
Our ancestors said: 'Ambition is not determined by age.' Also, 'Do not bully the young because they are poor.' Both mean roughly the same thing: do not judge a person's ability by their age. Although I am not famous in Japan, I can certainly handle representatives like you. If you think I am being arrogant or boastful, we can have a match early today. I am usually easy to talk to. As the host, I naturally want to satisfy you."
Her words were so elegant and noble that even the French and German representatives who entered later were slightly stunned.
Zhu Yanyi raised an eyebrow slightly and whispered to Gu Jingtian, "Senior Brother, does my face say 'easy to bully'? Why are they all targeting me?"
"I think the Japanese are holding a grudge about this morning. The Germans are probably too inflated with ego and want to step on someone. Since you are the youngest here, they think making you lose face will make China lose face. Don't worry. Just go up. We will deal with the rest later." Gu Jingtian was also unhappy. "We treated you well and didn't mistreat you. Yet you dare to step on the host's face? That is too outrageous. Fortunately, there are not many such people."
Zhu Yanyi raised an eyebrow. It seemed today’s meal would not be pleasant. She began calculating in her mind.
This person sits at home, but disaster comes from the sky. This phrase could apply to the current situation. Zhu Yanyi mocked herself silently.
Seeing this, Pingchuan Qianjia bowed slightly. "Sorry, Miss Zhu. We didn't know the Chinese medical community was arranged this way. We thought Chinese medicine and our Ten'i (Heavenly Medicine) shared the same origin, so the rules should follow Ten'i."
"Miss Pingchuan, you have misunderstood one thing. When did Chinese medicine and Ten'i share the same origin? Isn't your Ten'i just our Chinese medicine? I remember that starting from the Tang Dynasty, our Chinese medicine gradually spread to your Japan." Zhu Yanyi widened her eyes, looking confused and puzzled.