I have ten trillion licking dog gold

It's not just that their identities and relationship are special.

The forces, camps, and even the motherland they represent seem to be exactly the same.

This is also the most subtle aspect of today's meeting.

What's behind Boss Jiang?

The resurgent Eastern dragon.

What's behind Leo?

The bald eagle, which is currently dominating the world.

Wen has no first, Wu has no second.

If we compare the Earth to a mountain, then two tigers cannot share one mountain.

No one wants to be subservient to others, so there is no other choice.

There is only one battle.

啧。

Considering the motherland behind these two individuals, and then looking at the scene at this moment.

What a strong sense of destiny!

So it doesn't matter what ears of wheat there are, or how big the wheat field is, the two will inevitably bump heads sooner or later.

"Is Mr. Jiang mocking my country?"

Westerners are indeed quick-witted and outspoken.

No, no.

Mr. Jiang resolutely denied it, saying, "The strong prey on the weak; that's the way of nature. Only the weak call for equality and fairness."

Leo gave him a deep look, then nodded. "I agree with Mr. Jiang's point of view."

The fact that two people can sit face-to-face and drink coffee already says a lot.

Why wasn't the Fujiwara clan chief there?
The fact that anyone can sit here shows that no one can speak to the other party from the perspective of strength.

This is true equality.

equality.

It is always passively triggered, and it is never actively sought.

True equality is never something that is actively demanded.

"But some people lack this understanding and think that fairness and equality are something that comes from heaven and are a matter of course, which is really frustrating."

Leo shook his head, seemingly expressing helplessness, but at the same time, he smiled because he had met a kindred spirit.

"Is it possible that Mr. Leo gave the other party a false impression?"

Mr. Jiang looked down and took a sip of his coffee, his expression meaningful.

"what."

Leo, impeccably dressed in a suit and tie and an absolute gentleman, smiled broadly, even his gestures were similar. He shrugged, "Being polite to others can't be wrong, can it?"

Being polite is not wrong.

But is it still polite to say one thing to someone's face and another behind their back?

That's hypocrisy.

In contrast, Boss Jiang remained consistent, never offering bribes to someone's face only to turn around and kick them into a ditch. Nor would he secretly curse someone as a lecherous monster while publicly considering them a close friend.

"Being polite is fine, but being too polite can easily lead to misunderstandings."

Looking at the dignified Leo, Mr. Jiang, who always knew how to maintain a proper balance, said unhurriedly, "Mr. Leo doesn't really need to have too much of an image to maintain. Going back a few generations, Mr. Leo's ancestors weren't exactly civilized people."

Leo remained calm and composed, his smile growing even wider. As a descendant of "pirates," he was humble and asked in return, "And what about Mr. Jiang's ancestors?"

Mr. Jiang remained unfazed by the criticism and replied, "My ancestors? My ancestors were the proletariat."

A child can boast that their ancestor was Empress Wu Zetian, but Boss Jiang certainly can't.

Leo's smile widened. "This world was built by the proletariat. Long live the proletariat!"

Upon hearing this, Boss Jiang scrutinized the other party for a while with unprecedented seriousness.

Leo raised his glass in a gesture of respect, seemingly indicating that he was substituting coffee for alcohol.

Long live the proletariat!

These words would seem somewhat laughable even if they were spoken by someone in the socialist camp, let alone someone who represents the jewel in the crown of capitalism.

Nationality and political affiliation were set aside.

With the consensus of "Long live the proletariat," the two happily clinked coffee cups together.

There's an old saying that goes something like this.

They became friends after a fight.

Given this atmosphere, it seems to be developing in the direction of turning hostility into friendship.

Ok.

seem.

As long as the fundamental contradictions remain unresolved, any harmony and friendliness is merely a facade.

But what is the fundamental contradiction?

The contradiction between the proletariat and the capitalist class?

Or is it an unequal situation where one side holds the other's weakness?
Since the other party knew about his secret with the Japanese princess, logically speaking, even if he didn't kneel down and beg for mercy, Boss Jiang should at least know who had the upper hand. A wise person knows when to yield, so lowering his stance at this time is not a sign of weakness.

But now that he's drunk half a cup of coffee, is he even considering humbled himself?
Those who don't know the situation might think that the other party is the one who "committed crimes".

Don't ask him where he got his confidence from; nobody knows. Leo probably doesn't know either, but I didn't ask.

Actually, it's the same all over the world.

Romantic affairs can be the icing on the cake, but they can't be a lifesaver. On the contrary, one has to consider the possibility of a fierce counterattack from the other party. They've been sparring for too long, so why not take a break?

"In the world's perception, the proletariat and the bourgeoisie seem to be natural enemies, unable to coexist, but I don't think so. On the contrary, I think the proletariat and the bourgeoisie are like night and day, inevitably coexisting and perfectly cooperating."

Leo wrote at length, "Your country's unique path of socialism has also validated my point of view."

Jiang Chen remained expressionless. "Mr. Leo's ideas are quite novel."

Leo's gaze returned to the chessboard on the stone table, and the clearly defined Chu River and Han border. He said leisurely, "Mr. Jiang, why don't we follow the wisdom of our ancestors and divide the country into east and west?"

?

As a complete novice, Boss Jiang was somewhat flattered.

Dude.

Is there a mistake?

If you trace his family back three generations, they were farmers.

However, Mr. Jiang must have felt the respect and importance shown by the other party.

So he didn't refuse; instead, he calmly and deliberately asked, "How do we divide and conquer?"

"Your country has the world's greatest proletariat, while we have the most advanced bourgeoisie. If we join hands..."

Leo paused for a moment, then said in a highly seductive voice, "The people of the world will usher in the most beautiful chapter in the history of human civilization."

Jiang Chen frowned slightly. He knew that the other party did not want to fight to the death with him. Regardless of what the other party's ancestors did, the other party had at least entered the mainstream now, and their thoughts and ambitions were incomparable. However, he really did not expect the other party's plan to be so... grand.

The world has changed.

Every ordinary person can experience this firsthand.

Globalization has been abandoned, history has turned back, and players on Earth Online have started to pursue unilateralism, forming cliques and small groups, and even stealing other players' gold coins and equipment.

We used to team up and grind dungeons together, but not anymore.

There's no way to farm dungeons faster than just stealing from someone else.

Especially for high-level players leading a group, they put in the most effort, only to have to share the rewards with the less skilled players in the end. Thinking about it this way, they instantly feel resentful. Then they realize that farming dungeons is the same as farming other players, and farming other players is much easier. Therefore...

The game content has visibly changed.

As the current top player on the server, Bald Eagle has completely transformed from a former raid leader into the most terrifying monster in the game, casting his menacing gaze upon the players and embarking on a journey to maintain his glory as the number one player using a simpler and more efficient method.

Killing and looting is killing two birds with one stone. It weakens other players while strengthening oneself, which is equivalent to learning the supreme power of the Star Absorbing Technique without even realizing it.

Face, reputation, ugh~

The law of the jungle prevails; this is the fundamental rule of the game. All this talk of mutual help is now being put to rest.

Why did Princess Fujiwara say that the Age of Exploration had begun?

The top player on the server has dropped his pretense and laid his cards on the table. He has already begun a massive raid on the player base, and this is just the beginning.

Darius uses his ultimate, the cooldown resets, can he stop using it?
Even your own mother would get hit with an axe if she passed by.

Is there a shortage of talent?

It doesn't matter.

Does vandalism and looting require skilled personnel?

Actually, you can't blame them for going down the wrong path. It was a game they played with loans. If they had continued to develop slowly, they wouldn't have been able to recover. The debt was tens of trillions of dollars, which would have put even Mr. Jiang under immense pressure.

"We used to hold hands, but you just let go."

Mr. Jiang said in a vivid and humorous way.

He was well aware of the bald eagle's predicament. The ever-increasing foreign debt made it impossible for the bald eagle to maintain its dignity. From a professional perspective, he couldn't think of a good solution. The only way to solve the problem was to imitate the Great White Bear, which had once completely collapsed, and collapse another large economy to suck its blood.

The bald eagle had tried, but failed.

When a hypocrite decides to take off his suit and become a true villain, it can only mean one thing: he has no other choice.

The bourgeois class in the bald eagle is arguably the largest in the world, but they complement each other. The longer the day, the shorter the night. It doesn't matter who is white and who is black, and vice versa.

"If you let go, can't you hold hands again?"

Leo showed no sign of dejection, standing tall and proud – who can't do that? The difficulty lies in letting go of inner arrogance and facing reality with a rational and clear-headed perspective.

"What does the proletariat need? Raw materials, otherwise even a skilled cook cannot make a meal without rice. And we have raw materials, and plenty of them."

Now that things have come to this point, there's no need to be coy.

"Your country's natural resources are similar to ours; while sufficient, they are not abundant and may not meet our needs."

In response to Mr. Jiang's reply, the other party smiled charmingly and said, "The Earth's resources are shared by all mankind. If we don't have enough, we can take them from elsewhere."

take.

Jiang Chen smiled wryly.

This guy really cares about saving face.

Why not just say you robbed it?

That's exactly what they did.

indeed.

The proletariat needs raw materials, the periodic table, and a bit of technology, while the bourgeoisie only needs dollars.

As long as the dollar system doesn't collapse, they can reap the rewards globally through financial games, which is incredibly convenient and hassle-free.

Since we can't compete in terms of hard work and endurance, then let's not even try.

Trillions of dollars in foreign debt sounds intimidating, but why not just rob players and sell their equipment?

If one isn't enough, then three; if three aren't enough, then five.

of course.

The stolen equipment needs to be sold to make money, which means there needs to be a buyer. But looking at the leaderboard, who has this need and the ability to pay?

He's definitely going to be second overall.

“Mr. Jiang, I am aware of your country’s tradition that a gentleman loves money but acquires it in a proper way. So, we take it, and you develop it. Wouldn’t that be a win-win situation where everyone gets what they need?”

Jiang Chen almost burst out laughing.

He understood everything the other party meant.

They want to become exporters.

Since China needs to buy oil, minerals, and energy from all over the world anyway, why bother with all this trouble? Just come to me for a one-stop service, saving you the hassle of running around. After all, you're my biggest creditor anyway.

As for whether they have the "goods" you need.

It's ok.

I don't have it, but someone else definitely does. I'm number one in the entire server. Just tell me, and I'll go in.

You're trying to be Confucian and act all high and mighty, but I don't exist. I'm shameless; my ancestors were pirates, so I don't need your fancy stuff.

The Japanese pirates were from the East, and I was a Japanese pirate too. Western pirates, do you understand?
Ok.

It perfectly suits the national conditions.

Is it familiar?

This is basically an enlarged version of free shopping.

There's a joke circulating among international students: if you want a Hermès bag, go to the brand store to buy it?

How expensive.

Place an order with Blackie, and he'll go grab it for you right now. Anything else you need? Scarves, belts? Clothes? He'll take care of it all at once. It's that convenient.

But to be honest, although it's a bit unethical, it's quite tempting. If I were an international student, I would definitely order from a black guy rather than pay the "stupidity tax." It exists for a reason, and it's not illegal under their laws anyway.

Mr. Jiang finished the rest of his coffee in one gulp and remained silent for a long time, perhaps having been persuaded by the other party and struggling with his own thoughts.

Some people appear for a reason.

In low-level games, would they even show up?

If this "deal" is completed, it can be measured in terms of pure wealth, enough to establish the server landscape and subsequent operating rules.

Leo remained calm and took a sip of his coffee.

It's understandable that the Fujiwara clan head couldn't sit at the table. Let alone him, how many dollars would the entire Fujiwara clan be worth? They're not even talking about a deal on the same level.

The air fell silent in an instant.

Neither man looked at the other.

Only the Taoist nun, though silent, kept her gaze mostly fixed on the Golden Lion King's disciple from beyond the realm. It wasn't admiration for the handsome man, but rather respect for her opponent.

Unfortunately, Leo was not a womanizer, or rather, his mind was entirely focused on this deal, which could truly be described as a huge one. Even though the Taoist nun was as beautiful as an angel, he didn't pay much attention to her. In this respect, he could be described as devoted.

"Can Mr. Leo's words be trusted?"

After about two or three minutes, Jiang Chen spoke.

If it's this kind of deal, then it's indeed a good opportunity to turn enemies into friends, and you can even be completely at ease knowing whether the other party will keep your secret.

In comparison, his romantic relationship with Fujiwara Reiki was truly insignificant.

From the other party's perspective, there really wasn't a more suitable buyer for the entire server.

"of course."

Without hesitation, Leo nodded. "Otherwise, why would I come here to see Mr. Jiang?"

Mr. Jiang had no doubt about the other party's strength and status. He put down the coffee cup he had been rubbing.

"But what I said doesn't count."

Leo remained calm and composed, revealing a profound smile. "Since Mr. Jiang has met me, it means that Mr. Jiang is qualified."

啧。

The past stretches back over a thousand years.

That old saying, "The only heroes in the world are you, my lord, and Cao Cao," probably felt something like this. (End of Chapter)