Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1358, page 1345: Luo Yihang's Horror Story

"What do I want to do?" Luo Yihang asked with a playful smile.

He paused for a moment before smiling slightly and saying, "Do you think I would tell you?"

“What exactly do you mean?” John Carver asked, his brow furrowed.

He had lost count of how many times he had said that phrase today.

He had never encountered an opponent as troublesome as Luo Yihang.

It's not that they're difficult to deal with; it's just that you can't find any fault with them, so you can't use them against them.

John Carver considered himself a wrestling champion, possessing immense strength and superb skills, invincible in the wrestling ring, winning consecutive victories throughout his life.

But Luo Yihang is a huge rock weighing tens of tons.

Fall down!

How could he possibly fall like that?
He didn't have any explosives!

Hate it.

John Carver wished he had a bomb in his hand, so he could set it on fire and blow Luo Yihang up.

The pieces were fried until they were patchy, some blue and some purple, scattered all over the place.

Unfortunately, he didn't have any bombs.

Then you can only...

“34%, Climate Corporation, allowing you to increase your stake to 34%, becoming the largest shareholder,” John Carver offered his terms.

Holding 34% of a company's shares constitutes secure control.

Because shareholders holding more than 34% of the shares effectively have a veto power over major matters that require a two-thirds majority vote.

"Is that all?" Luo Yihang shook his head. "I want 100%."

“Absolutely not,” John Carver said in a deep voice.

The voice was serious and solemn, but then it went on to explain, "Climate Corporation has a dispersed shareholding structure, and it cannot require all shareholders to sell their shares."

Luo Yihang smiled, his tone calm, as if issuing a notice, "You guys handle it, and I won't spend a penny. Also, all the other conditions must be met."

boom!
John Carver slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "Absolutely not!"

Luo Yihang smiled again, his tone calm, "Then it's not up to you."

John Carver stretched out his hand. "Go ahead and do it. I, a descendant of the Carver family, have no fear of death."

Luo Yihang quickly pressed his hand down, smiling obsequiously, his attitude almost fawning, "Oh dear, no, no, we're discussing something here, how can we talk about fighting and killing? Don't do it again next time."

The change in attitude was too rapid; initially deferential, later obsequious.

John Carver's forehead was covered in question marks.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand something, let out a cold laugh, and withdrew his hand.

“I can personally donate another two million dollars, but you must withdraw the case. Of course, if you feel it's a face-saving... a boring trick that you Easterners are so obsessed with, you can keep one or two lawsuits with my permission and slowly fight them in court.”

Changing faces is faster than turning the pages of a book.

He wouldn't even utter the word "compensation." Instead, he talked about some kind of donation.

He demanded billions in compensation, but only gave two million. Was he trying to fob me off like a beggar?

He wasn't bargaining at the ankle; he was bargaining at the skin on the foot.

They take an inch and then a mile, seize any opportunity to turn their backs on you, and are very adept at applying extreme pressure.

That's true, their side is the real deal.

They have no concept of settling disputes peacefully, turning hostility into friendship, or being forgiving when possible.

Their motto is to never forgive someone when they are in the right.

And then there's the accompanying "making trouble out of nothing."

Luo Yihang sighed helplessly.

You're a grown man, how come you can't understand human speech?

A beating will make them behave.

They understand this...

and so.

Ignoring old John's offer, she continued her fawning manner and grabbed John Carver's hand again.

He thanked them profusely.

"Thank you, thank you. I've wanted to play this game for a long time, but I never had the chance. With your cooperation, I can finally fulfill my wish and play a big game."

"What do you mean?" John Carver didn't understand again and asked the question again.

"You're a spy! You were arrested for stealing the Super Malan Grass mother plant. You confessed that you stole the mother plant to create biological weapons and destroy the already transformed desert. You intended to damage the environment; do you know how serious your crime is?"

John Carver looked completely bewildered. "When did I steal the original?"

Luo Yihang waved his hand, "That's not important, I say so, so it is."

“You’re framing me!” John Carver shouted.

Luo Yihang waved his hand again, seemingly helpless, "Fine, fine, I'll frame you then. What can you do about it?"

John Carver: ...

I feel uncomfortable and want to cry.

These are all my words.

"Of course, because of your special status. Well, your ancestors were refugees who fled to America and then turned on the natives with evil. That's a big sin, your family's original sin."

Luo Yihang is really bad.

The giant pandas are going hungry; all the bamboo shoots have been taken away.

But he was secretly pleased; those words really suited Old John and his group.

John Carver simply remained silent.

Luo Yihang then continued the conversation.

"Because of your special status, your country and the organization you belong to, which doesn't want to be seen in the light of day, will definitely try to rescue you, whether through coercion, bribery, or exchange. They will definitely take action."

"Whether your organization will be exposed or made public by me, don't worry about that for now."

John Carver swallowed hard.

I thought to myself, "Damn it, how can we ignore this?!"
Why do secret organizations and secret societies have to be secret?

It all fell apart because it was exposed.

Sunbathing in the sun?
Wouldn't it melt in the sun?

"Then, under pressure, I'll release you and send you to the Middle East. Yemen, Syria, Lebanon, Iran, Iraq—they'd all be suitable..."

These are all anti-American countries, Luo Yihang said, while observing the expression on Old John's face.

Surprisingly, he wasn't afraid at all, keeping a straight face and expressionless.

I understand, he has someone over there.

Luo Yihang continued in the same tone, "Or the UAE, Saudi Arabia, or anywhere else. By the way, you know I built a hundred square kilometers of grassland in Dubai, right? They love it. They call that grassland a miracle, a gift from God."

"If I told you you were planning to destroy their miracles, would the locals tear you apart?"

John Carver's eye twitched slightly this time, which Luo Yihang keenly noticed.

I understand, he's afraid of this, he's afraid of heretics.

Luo Yihang was confident.

He slapped his thigh dramatically, "Sigh, who would have thought that someone would leak everything you were planning beforehand, including your claim that they are sheep and you are the shepherd, naturally able to kill and beat them at will, and then spread it around. They even leaked your itinerary. Who could be so malicious? It's outrageous!"

John Carver was filled with hatred.

I didn't do it!
You've wronged me!
Don't you know who's so wicked?

"So, before your private jet even landed, the airport was already swarming with people in white robes, all holding torches, saying they were going to burn you alive. There were so many people that the airport security couldn't stop them at all. Isn't that terrifying?"

John Carver's eye twitched again when he heard about the white robe and the burning.

Although he knew perfectly well that Luo Yihang's fuss was definitely not meant to kill him.

But I couldn't help feeling scared.

Luo Yihang even reassured him, "Don't worry, I have connections on my side, I'm sure you won't suffer any losses."

"In a critical moment, a team rushed into the airport and protected you. Right there in the international arrivals hall, before you go through customs, you are not considered to have entered the country."

John Carver frowned, his mind a little confused, not quite understanding what he meant.

"But you created chaos, you have to give an explanation..."

John Carver's brow unfurrowed, and he thought he had figured it out.

Let's move to another location to continue negotiating terms.

He knew that there was a Mansour in Dubai who was supported by Luo Yihang. There was chaos and protection, which was just an attempt to control him and avoid taking responsibility.

Although they often do this kind of thing.

But John Carver still wanted to say, "Naive." But could Luo Yihang let him guess?
"Fortunately, it was the international arrivals area, so strictly speaking you didn't enter the country. Your group continued to mediate, and Australia eventually succeeded in mediating, so you flew to Australia."

"Then I was definitely unhappy, so I announced a permanent ban on the export of Super Malan grass to Australia. Not a single square meter of desert in Australia can be turned into an oasis."

"Hey, do you know what? My Super Malan Grass is incredibly popular. Every country in the world with a desert is envious, including your America."

"When Australians hear that the oasis is gone, and permanently, and they have to endure sandstorms and drought for generations to come, how can they be willing to accept that?"

"The locals were angry, so they marched and protested."

"If the Australian government releases you, society will descend into chaos and become a powder keg."

"If we don't release you, the Five Eyes alliance will be fractured, and it might even become the fuse for a split."

"Don't worry about whether it will work out or not, at least it's an opportunity."

"Australia is such a great place..."

Luo Yihang finally finished speaking, and even smacked his lips greedily.

John Carver was stunned.

The plan, or rather the "story," that Luo Yihang was telling was too complicated for him to grasp.

He's had too much exciting news today; his head is spinning.

I tried to calm myself down and organize my thoughts.

The more I thought about it, the more familiar Luo Yihang's tactics sounded.

It seems like they've all done it.

It wasn't just John Carver himself, nor was it solely his responsibility, to control this part of Wall Street's agricultural dominance.

It's more extensive.

Financial hegemony, media hegemony, ideology, creating conflict, subverting regimes, reaping profits, and ideological colonization—this whole system.

Turmoil, civil unrest, plunder, control.

An opportunity?
Isn't that an opportunity?

Cast a wide net and do a hundred things; if one succeeds, that's enough.

As for the 99 unsuccessful attempts, well, they weren't successful. The cost wasn't much anyway, so they're just lost.

But this time, he, John Carver, is the cost...
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Seeing that old John was deep in thought, his fair complexion turned pale.

Luo Yihang understood that he had grasped his meaning.

I might as well lay my cards on the table.

"Your methods aren't difficult at all, right? They work quite well. You learn from struggle, so we'd like to give it a try too."

After saying that, he put on a disappointed look.

He slapped his thigh in frustration.

"Sigh, you guys have been doing this for decades, and you still can't figure out how to win a war of public opinion."

"What is the war of public opinion? It is about standing on the other side's values ​​and winning hearts and minds."

"There are only two core principles: either make people fear you or make them feel close to you."

John Carver's gaze was vacant, his eyes vacant.

He didn't understand why Luo Yihang had changed the subject again and what he meant by talking to him about these things.
Luo Yihang ignored it, engrossed in conversation, and the mini-class began.

"To instill fear is to portray oneself as righteous while simultaneously nailing the enemy to the pillar of shame for evil. Everyone knows that justice will ultimately triumph over evil; this is a universal value."

"Look at the mess you've made! You let people lose their crops just because you don't have control over them, and you let them starve to death if you don't let them grow cotton. Is this something a human being would do?"

“If I just tell you all the things you’ve done, people will naturally have pity on the weak, since there are still more good people in the world.”

“You are naturally evil, there is no way to defend yourselves. I am the one who is inherently righteous in dealing with you.”

John Carver remained silent, his face showing disdain.

Ordinary people are dull-witted and cannot understand the rules that govern the world. They only see what is in front of them and do not understand that suffering is a stepping stone to progress.

Without the hardships faced by ordinary people, there would be no progress for them.

"Let people feel close. We all live on Earth, and everyone wants to live a good life. There's no such thing as 'you' or 'me.' You have what I need, and I have what you need. Let's happily share what we have and have enough to eat, wear, and have air conditioning. What simple wishes! This is the most fundamental universal value."

"Trust in science, manage the environment, and solve problems together."

"Everyone in the world drives cars, and driving pollutes the environment. We should just use clean energy."

"The waste generated cannot be disposed of and pollutes water sources and soil. It is better to treat it in a harmless manner."

"Desert, sandstorms, drought, harsh living conditions. That's why I have Super Malan Grass, which can easily eliminate them."

"The alcohol used to save lives will steal food. You can only choose between eating and hygiene. I got Qiuyan No. 9, which can keep hygiene without stealing food."

"And rubber is too expensive to afford. I cultivated rubber 77, which doesn't take up farmland, is cheap, and can be produced in large quantities. Even the poorest hospitals in Africa can afford disposable gloves and alcohol disinfection for surgery."

"What I have always been doing is absolute justice. Those who oppose me are evil. Justice will surely prevail over evil, and truth will always be more powerful than lies."

John Carver's brow unfurrowed, and he finally smiled again.

He shook his head and chuckled lightly, "A naive child."

"Is it childish?" Luo Yihang wasn't angry; instead, he asked in return.

He then held up three fingers and rubbed them together, saying, "Spend a little money, say it year after year, month after month, day after day, and all over the world. Do you think anyone will believe you? Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it."

John Carver chuckled again. "Well, best of luck."

Luo Yihang responded with a smile, "Ha, the world has changed, you can't control all the voices."

John Carver declined to answer.

"Sigh." Luo Yihang sighed and changed the subject.

Do you think I'm fanciful, or that I'm an idealist?

John Carver nodded. “You’re young, that’s understandable. Who hasn’t had a childhood dominated by hormones?”

Even now, you're still speaking with a barb; you've completely lost your aristocratic demeanor, haven't you?

Caught in a clash of ideologies, Luo Yihang didn't think he could convince Old John with just a few words.

Sigh, as expected, we still have to use a language they can understand.

and so.

Luo Yihang stared intently at John Carver. "What if everything I just said was an illusion?"

"What do you mean?" John Carver asked the question again and again.

Luo Yihang smiled and said, "For example, you stole the Super Malan grass parent plant to cover up your real purpose. Your real target is a fluorescent bacterium that I am cultivating here. Its function is to quickly absorb the pollutants after the nuclear explosion, including highly activated, gaseous and solid mixed deadly pollutants. Within one to two years, it can clean up radioactive materials that would normally take hundreds of years to decay naturally."

They changed the topic again, and John Carver couldn't keep up once more.

"What does that mean?" +1.

Luo Yihang smiled and replied mysteriously, "It means nuclear weapons have become an option. If you drop them on us, we'll suffer for a year or two. If we drop them on you, you'll die."

John Carver's eyes were bulging out.

This is ridiculous! They're flipping the table and quitting!

If you can't solve the problem, solve the person who created it – the ultimate solution.

John Carver's first reaction after his initial surprise was disbelief.

But she still asked, "Do you really have it?"

"Guess." Luo Yihang once again wore an expression that was both mysterious and frivolous.

“I don’t think you do,” John Carver said solemnly.

It's as if he's giving himself confidence.

Luo Yihang... actually nodded.

"There really isn't. Just like there's no such thing as a super dandelion that can survive an atomic bomb explosion, or a tetraploid dandelion that has never been discovered, none of these exist; they're all illusions."

John Carver panicked. Did it exist or not?

Psychologically, I feel that such a thing shouldn't exist. How could there be bacteria in nature that eat radiation-contaminated material?

However, a year ago, he never imagined that there could be something in the world that could turn a desert into a grassland in a month, or that there could be rubber that could be grown like radishes.

Breeding 4.0—anything is possible.

He knew that the East had been preparing for a nuclear war to break out in the world.

They still maintain carrier pigeon units and cavalry units so that even after everything is destroyed, they can still maintain basic communication and rapid attack capabilities.

They even have a reserve of abacus experts.

Even without electricity or computers, civilization can be restored as long as wood or stone exists.

If, in addition, bacteria capable of eliminating radiation were discovered…

I can't imagine what it will become.

This is the ultimate pressure.

This is the real horror story...

(End of this chapter)