After celebrating the New Year at Tian Xinhua’s place, Sisi went to Yuequan Village to pick up Du Du and quickly hurried back to the Capital City.
Her schedule was a bit tight this year. Green Ho received an invitation from an international environntal organization to attend the annual summit.
In previous summits, no one from Z country had ever participated. Sisi’s Green Ho was the first unofficial organization to be invited.
This summit was held in U country, while last year it was in E country. Sisi thought that after she got familiar with these people, she could suggest holding the summit in Z country in the future, which would be quite prestigious!
The date was April 25th, the ti when spring is in full bloom.
Sisi decided to take Zhang Jie and Xiao Zhang to U country. Shangguan wanted to go, but April was when she was due to give birth, so she could only sigh with longing.
The conference lasted three days. Sisi planned to work for three days and travel for ten days. Since it was rare to go abroad, she naturally wanted to enjoy herself.
Had it not been for Zhang Jie insisting on not staying longer, Sisi would have planned to travel for a month.
Most of the attendees at the conference were foreigners with blonde hair and blue eyes. It was rare to see a few yellow-skinned people, and even those were mostly from R country.
Although not fond of people from R country, Sisi respected those dedicated to environntal protection, so she had a few casual chats with those R country people. When the conversation turned to the HM incident two years ago, these R country people felt ashad and said they had also promoted this issue dostically and criticized the Takahashi family.
They also expressed a desire to collaborate with Sisi to expose outdated technological equipnt that had flowed from R country to Z country, as these pollution-causing devices couldn’t be allowed to exist further.
"Miss Sisi, whether it’s R country or Z country, we all live on the sa planet. The act of transferring waste from one place to another should be curbed. Miss Sisi, let’s work together to protect the sa Earth, to protect the sa sky!"
The speaker was a middle-aged man with glasses who seed to be the leader of the group, and everyone called him Mr. Xiao Ye. At this mont, he was bowing ninety degrees pleading with Sisi.
The other R country people also bowed at ninety degrees, forcing Sisi to bend down and return the courtesy.
She truly didn’t expect these R country people’s righteousness to be so noble. Like her, they only wanted to protect Z country’s environnt, without considering so much. Yet these people thought more broadly, not just limited to R country.
Honestly, they may not be pleasing R country people, but Sisi grew to like them. They were truly guardians of the Earth.
Sisi felt ashad of herself!
"Alright, let’s work together!"
Sisi shook hands with them firmly, making a resolute vow, and worked tirelessly in the future for this promise, even paying in blood.
Ben also attended this conference as a guest. He ca over to greet Sisi and introduce her to others.
With Ben smoothing the way, Sisi got to know many people at this summit, which greatly helped her future work.
It was also at this conference that Sisi t an elder and ntor who profoundly influenced her—Professor Dalan.
Professor Dalan was a doctoral advisor at H University in U country. Sisi had heard of her in her previous life, as Professor Dalan was not only an advocate for environntal protection but also a peace-promoting anti-war activist.
This lady remained unmarried throughout her life. She was also quite petite, yet her small body contained imnsely powerful energy, dedicating her life to environntal protection and opposing war. She donated all her property to those poor people whose hos were destroyed by war.
Looking at the elderly woman in clean but outdated clothes in front of her, Sisi couldn’t help but feel imnse respect.
This Ms. Dalan was a true Holy Mother. Sisi admitted she couldn’t be as selflessly dedicated as her; she preferred to balance work with enjoynt. She didn’t have the sacrificial spirit to live a monk-like life like this professor.
Sisi also knew that in her past life, Professor Dalan received the RBE Peace Prize, although she forgot which year. Unfortunately, Professor Dalan was brutally murdered by a killer sent by a terrorist organization a year after receiving the award, seemingly also when spring was in full bloom.
The reason she rembered this was that during university, Sisi participated in a quiz competition thed around environntal protection, so she looked up Professor Dalan’s information and learned about this great woman being killed by revenge from a terrorist organization on the street at just over fifty. Truly a pity.
Watching Professor Dalan speaking on stage, bathed in sacred radiance, Sisi hesitated whether to warn her. But how to warn her? She didn’t know when the assassin would strike!
Thinking it over, she quietly asked Ben: "Do you know which year Professor Dalan received the RBE Prize?"
Sisi only knew that Professor Dalan died in the spring following her award, so she needed to confirm the award’s year to determine the specific tifra. If necessary, she could subtly remind Professor Dalan to be cautious on those days.
As for stepping in to protect Professor Dalan, Sisi wasn’t that noble. Although the lady was indeed respectable, Sisi was most afraid of dying. What if she got implicated and lost her life?
"It was last year. Sisi, you really don’t keep up with international affairs," Ben jested with a smile.
Sisi was so startled she nearly jumped up, accidentally knocking over the coffee cup on the table. The noise was piercingly loud in the silent conference hall, and many displeased looks were directed toward her.
Recovering her composure, Sisi blushed, awkwardly smiled to apologize to everyone, and tidied the table with a handkerchief.
"Sisi, what’s going on with you? You seem absent-minded," Zhang Jie asked quietly.
Ben also looked at her curiously, not understanding what had gotten into her. This phrase was one Ben had picked up from Sisi, and he now used it proficiently.
"Nothing, I just admire Professor Dalan too much. She’s truly a model for us won," Sisi chuckled dryly.
How could it have been last year?
Doesn’t that an the assassin was already in hiding?
But which day exactly did Professor Dalan die?
Sisi cursed herself, lanting why she hadn’t read more back then.
She closed her eyes, trying hard to recall any information about Professor Dalan from her previous life, but despite wracking her brain, she could only rember that Professor Dalan died in the spring of this year, presumably around this ti.
The exact ti, however, she couldn’t recall at all, only knowing Professor Dalan was shot by a killer hidden in the crowd during a journalist interview. The assassin fired two shots: the first hit her left chest, and the second, a fatal shot, struck directly at the heart.
Wait, a journalist interview?
Sisi’s eyes lit up, knowing that Professor Dalan was a very low-key person who ordinarily wouldn’t accept interviews.
Thus, it could only an that Professor Dalan’s incident occurred during the three-day summit or shortly after its conclusion.
Because only at this ti might Professor Dalan accept a journalist interview.
Yes, that’s it!
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