The cabin doors opened, and the head butler led the way, followed by a maid with an umbrella, and Dongfang closely behind, encircling Shen Li in the center. The rain wasn't heavy, but the air was not cool; the humid and warm feeling was rather uncomfortable.
It was not until Shen Li casually surveyed her surroundings that she realized this was actually a military airport. The butler's negotiating counterparts, judging by their attire, looked like military personnel—with ranks that seemed quite high. Yet they spoke to the butler with considerable politeness. Congo's official language was French, which Shen Li could not understand at all.
When she had time, she would also like to learn various languages, at least to master a few basic phrases.
"Let's go, the helicopter is over there," Dongfang said to Shen Li, his expression slightly impatient. He disliked rainy weather, especially the rain in Congo.
Shen Li couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to exchange greetings?"
