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Chapter 1688 Da Piaoliang's Internal Troubles (First Update, Please Subscribe)
new York.

The New York office of the Ministry of International Trade and Industry is located on the upper floors of a modern office building in Manhattan. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can overlook the sparkling Hudson River. The office is decorated in a simple and elegant style, with several abstract art paintings hanging on the wall and a pot of green plants in the corner, adding a bit of vitality to the room.

Angel sat behind a large desk, wearing a dark blue tailored suit with a tie hanging loosely around his neck, looking casual yet elegant. His hair was slightly gray, but his eyes were still sharp, revealing the calmness of a professional bureaucrat.

Sun Tao sat on the sofa opposite him, wearing a light gray casual suit, holding a cup of freshly brewed coffee, looking focused and serious. As Angle's successor, they had just completed the handover.

Looking out the window at the ships passing by on the Hudson River, Angell sighed in his heart:

It's time to go home!

After a long sigh, Ingres turned his head and asked:

“What do you think of Wall Street’s recent moves?”

Angel picked up the teacup on the table, blew gently on the hot steam on the tea surface, and asked in a relaxed tone.

"I want to hear your thoughts."

Sun Tao took a sip of coffee and frowned slightly:

"On the surface, the stock market is still rising, but I think there are great risks behind this prosperity. The United States is beginning to have obvious inflation problems. The inflation rate is rising, mainly due to the huge expenditures of the Vietnam War and the social welfare spending of President Johnson's "Great Society" plan.

In order to cope with inflation, the Federal Reserve has adopted a tight monetary policy this year, gradually raising interest rates. However, this policy has also brought certain side effects, such as suppressing some investment and consumption.

The government's fiscal deficit continues to expand, further exacerbating inflationary pressures. The dual burden of war spending and social welfare programs has made the federal budget unbalanced. Coupled with various other economic problems, the current economic situation in the United States is very complicated. "

Angel nodded and smiled approvingly:

"You are right. However, the economic problems of the United States are never isolated. There are too many things involved behind them."

Sun Tao put down his coffee cup and leaned forward slightly:
"what do you mean?"

Ingres stood up, walked to the window, put his hands behind his back, and cast his eyes toward the tall buildings in the distance, as if he wanted to see Harlem through those tall buildings:

"The biggest problem in the United States is not the economy, but ethnic division."

When talking about "ethnic division", Angle frowned. In the past few years, while working in New York, he has also been observing the United States and American society, and ethnic conflict is the most serious problem among them.

Sun Tao nodded thoughtfully:
"Indeed, the racial problem in the United States has become increasingly acute in recent years. From the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King to the subsequent Detroit riots, the struggle of the black community has turned from non-violence to violence. In the past few years, there have been many terrorist attacks by blacks. Two months ago, the Black Panther Party placed a bomb on a whites-only bus, resulting in more than 20 deaths and injuries. The Black Panther Party's attack further exacerbated the racial problem."

Angel turned around, with a serious look in his eyes:
"That's right. With the Black Panther Party's resistance and the instigation of external forces, the internal situation in the United States will only become more and more turbulent. Ethnic division is like a time bomb that may explode at any time and may even sweep across the United States again."

Sun Tao pondered for a moment and said slowly:
"However, I think that although the black riots are intense, they will not shake the foundation of the United States in the short term. After all, the country's system and resources are there."

Angel smiled, walked back to his desk and sat down:
"You are right. The black riots will not affect the overall situation of the United States, but they will consume the energy and resources of this country. For us, this is an opportunity."

Sun Tao's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, but he quickly regained his composure:

"You mean we can take advantage of this?"

Ingres did not answer directly, but looked at him meaningfully:
"America's problems are never just one problem. Perhaps their internal problems are our opportunities."

As soon as Anger finished speaking, the atmosphere in the office became more solemn. Sun Tao nodded thoughtfully and continued:

"You are right. America's biggest enemy is actually itself. The systematic discrimination of white people against black people has been deeply rooted in every aspect of this society. Although the violent resistance of black people is a counterattack against injustice, it has intensified the fear and hostility of white people towards them. This vicious cycle will only make the situation worse."

Angel sighed and looked out the window at the bustling Manhattan street scene:

"Yes, this kind of confrontation was not formed overnight, and it is impossible to resolve it in a short period of time. From slavery to racial segregation to today's implicit discrimination, the racial issue in the United States is like a wound that can never heal. Every riot is the result of this wound being torn open again."

Sun Tao was silent for a moment, then whispered:
"Perhaps this is America's fate. A country built on contradictions will eventually face the outbreak of these contradictions."

The office fell into a brief silence, with only the sound of the wind outside the window and the hustle and bustle of the street in the distance. Sun Tao looked down at the coffee cup in his hand, but his thoughts had already flown to a farther place. He had just arrived in the United States, but he knew a lot about this country. He knew that Angle's words were not only analyzing the situation, but also pointing him in the right direction.

Thinking of this, Sun Tao raised his head, looked at his predecessor, and said:

"Next, I will pay close attention to the developments in this regard."

Ingres nodded with satisfaction and picked up the teacup again:

"Well. Remember, our job is not just to observe, but also to prepare for the rainy day." Then, he didn't say anything more, just looked at his watch and stood up:

"It's getting late, let's stop here for today. You should also go back and rest early, as you still have a lot of work to do tomorrow."

Sun Tao stood up and said goodbye, while Ingres packed up the documents on the table, put on his coat, and left the office.

Of course, he was also holding a cardboard box containing his personal belongings.

Before leaving, I said goodbye to my colleagues one by one.

……

When he got home, dinner was ready. Angel's wife was busy in the kitchen, and the two children were sitting at the dining table, doing their homework and talking in low voices. Smelling the familiar aroma of the meal, Angel's face showed a warm smile.

"Dad is back!" The little daughter had sharp eyes and was the first to notice him, shouting excitedly.

Angel walked over and ruffled her hair:

"How was school today?"

"Not bad, but the math homework is a bit difficult."

The little daughter said with a pout.

The eldest son raised his head and pushed his glasses:
"Dad, our school's basketball team made it to the state finals, and I'm going to be a substitute next week."

"Not bad, keep up the good work."

Angel smiled and patted his son's shoulder. His 15-year-old son was already over meters tall.

At dinner, the family sat around the table, the atmosphere was warm and pleasant. Ingres looked at his wife, then at the children, cleared his throat and said:
"I have something to tell you. My term of office has ended, and in a few weeks, we will be returning home."

When the wife heard this, a happy smile appeared on her face:
"I'm finally going back! Although it's been nice to be in New York these past few years, I still feel more at home."

The little daughter frowned:
"But I don't want to go back... I have good friends at school and my favorite teacher."

The eldest son also seemed a little lost:

"Yeah, Dad, what about my friends here? There's also the team's game."

As for the other children, most of them had a lost expression on their faces, and the eldest daughter was so angry that she almost threw her chopsticks.

Angel looked at the children, feeling somewhat helpless, but still said gently:
"I understand how you feel. But our home is in China, and it's only a matter of time before we go back. Besides, you can make new friends in China, so it will take you some time to adapt."

The wife also comforted the children.

Although the children were still somewhat reluctant, they did not say anything else. They also knew very well that returning home was inevitable after their father's work was finished.

After dinner, Angle sat on the sofa, watching the children playing in the living room, feeling a little complicated. He knew that returning home was a new beginning for them, but it also meant saying goodbye to the lives of the past few years.

Just as they adapted to life in New York, they now have to adapt to life back home.

The next morning, Angel got up early as usual, and after a simple wash, he went to the kitchen, poured himself a cup of coffee, and turned on the TV.

The news anchor's voice came out immediately:
"Last night, a large-scale black riot broke out again in Detroit. Protesters clashed violently with the police, hundreds of stores were looted, and hundreds of people were injured. The black rioters not only robbed and burned shops along the way, but also beat and killed ordinary people. The police called on residents to prepare weapons and protect themselves.

This is the third large-scale black riot in the city this year..."

The news from TV made Angel frown.

On TV, flames shot up into the sky on the streets, the shouts of protesters and the sounds of sirens mixed together, and the scene was chaotic and tense.

Although he and his colleagues were talking about racial issues in the United States yesterday, who would have thought that his predictions unfortunately came true. Racial issues in the United States are far from over, and this storm may have just begun.

Watching the burning neighborhoods and the exhausted police on TV news, and listening to the mayor's appeal for help on TV, Angel sighed:

“This is the American disease…”

(End of this chapter)