After divorce, I can hear the voice of the future

Chapter 812 The Rise and Fall of the People

"Mr. Lu, please forgive me if I have said anything inappropriate. This matter is of great importance. Can you take responsibility for what you said?"

Li Junyi's face was ashen, his brows were furrowed, and there were several deep furrows on his forehead, deep enough to trap several mosquitoes.

If what Lu Liang said is true, then it will be a world-class man-made disaster, worthy of being recorded in history.

"World-class?" Lu Liang asked, puzzled.

He heard Wilson say that De Bao had been studying Asians for many years, and even specifically studied Chinese people.

Once this disease spreads, it should be extremely targeted; calling it a global pandemic would be an exaggeration.

Li Junyi smiled wryly and gave an analogy: "President Lu, do you know why there are wildfires burning the mountains in Aoli all year round?"

Lu Liang shook his head. Li Junyi said, "On the one hand, it's a natural disaster caused by lightning, but most of the time it's caused by human factors. Because the area is sparsely populated, many root plants are extremely developed, and the locals like to use fire to clear them away."

"A single spark can start a prairie fire, and often the fire gets out of control as it spreads. The same principle applies to the spread of disease."

"Take the 1918 influenza pandemic as an example. It has not actually disappeared to this day; it has simply chosen to coexist with humans."

"It initially had a high mortality rate and low transmissibility. Of course, the low transmissibility is only in a sense. Later, as it continued to evolve, the transmissibility became higher and higher, and the mortality rate became lower and lower."

"If this strain was developed based on the 1918 influenza virus, then the two should share common pathologies, and both will ultimately lead to an uncontrollable situation..."

Li Junyi's face was gloomy, and he became more and more agitated as he spoke.

Various technical terms popped up one after another.

He never doubted that the Americans had this idea, after all, when they were researching syphilis, they were secretly injecting people and conducting experiments in secret, and the news was only revealed in recent years.

I just didn't expect them to actually dare to do it, and that they were already making preparations.

This is similar to Lü Meng's crossing of the river in disguise during the Three Kingdoms period.

It wasn't difficult to come up with this plan. If Jia Xu, known as the "poisonous strategist," were allowed to unleash his creativity and think boldly, he could probably come up with a hundred or eighty similar schemes in a single night. But thinking is one thing, doing is another.

Lu Meng became famous because he dared to think and act, which led to later wars where, even when the people in the city resorted to cannibalism, the rulers would never allow merchants to trade and sell freely.

Lu Liang only had a vague understanding, but he listened patiently until Li Junyi finished venting. Then he said, "Director Li, this is all the information I have. If you need any help, please don't hesitate to ask."

Li Junyi pondered for a while and then shook his head, saying, "President Lu, I'm sorry, I can't give you a definite answer right now."

This matter is extremely serious.

His thoughts were just as confused as Lu Liang's; how to handle the situation needed to be reported before a decision could be made.

If Lu Liang is ever needed in the future, he will definitely not hesitate to help. After all, this is not a matter for an individual or a company, but for the country and the nation.

"understand."

As night fell, Lu Liang walked out of the office building.

He revealed everything he knew, down to the smallest detail, except for the source of the information.

Li Junyi didn't have time to invite him to dinner. After collecting the data, he left an assistant to accompany him and hurriedly left.

As Lu Liang drove away, gazing at the night view outside the window, a feeling he couldn't quite describe welled up inside him.

It feels like a relief, but also a bit empty.

Lu Liang stayed in the capital for three days until noon on the fourth day when Li Junyi called to ask him to meet.

After 75 hours apart, Li Junyi looked ten years older. His face was visibly tired, and his dark circles and puffy eyes made him look like he had been beaten up. Even his skin tone seemed to have darkened several shades.

People who frequently stay up late and experience prolonged anxiety know that even if they don't go out during the day and stay at home every day, their complexion will still become increasingly dark.

"You should probably drink less coffee."

Lu Liang couldn't bear it, so he called Xu Jiawei, who was at the door, to take out a capsule, broke it open, and handed it to Li Junyi.

"What is that?" Li Junyi frowned.

Lu Liang laughed and said, "Eat it. Don't ask why. It's good stuff anyway."

This is Angong Niuhuang Wan, a traditional Chinese medicine that is said to keep you alive until dawn even if the King of Hell wants you dead at midnight. It is priced at HK$128 million.

Lu Liang once thought that pangolin scales and rhinoceros horns were no different from the water buffalo horns and human fingernails from his hometown. Later, he realized that rich people were just rich; they weren't stupid. If it had no effect at all, why would they pay for it?

There is a difference between rhinoceros horn and cow horn.
The differences may be very small.

However, Lu Liang is rich. If spending a few hundred thousand yuan can increase the efficacy of the medicine by 5%, or even 1%, or even 0.1%, he is happy to pay the money.

Li Junyi stared at the black pill, brought it to his nose and smelled it. He detected a musky scent and vaguely guessed what it was: "No, it's too precious."

“If you don’t want it, just throw it away. I’ve been taking too many supplements lately, and if I eat it again, I’m afraid I’ll get a nosebleed,” Lu Liang said.

Li Junyi hesitated for a moment, then without further hesitation, he threw it into his mouth and swallowed it whole: "Thank you, President Lu."

"We're all friends, after all." Lu Liang smiled, and seeing that his good intentions were appreciated, he didn't bring up the matter again, instead asking, "Director Li, what did the higher-ups say?"

Li Junyi said in a deep voice, "President Lu, just pretend you don't know about this. If it happens in the future, then you should just fulfill the responsibilities that an entrepreneur should have."

Lu Liang was taken aback and frowned. He wanted to ask whether the higher-ups intended to let it go or try to stop the incident from happening. There had to be some explanation.

Li Junyi waved his hand, interrupting, "President Lu, we all know that you are an outstanding patriotic entrepreneur, but let's stop here regarding this matter."

Based solely on Lu Liang's words, without any evidence, they can do nothing, not even publicly condemn him.

We can only prepare for the worst and conduct preventative drills to curb the rapid spread of the incident should it occur.

Lu Liang remained silent for a long time, though he believed that this was the best way to handle the situation at present.

But even knowing full well that he was going to get beaten, he still felt a sense of suffocation and a nameless anger welled up inside him.

Li Junyi stood up and saluted: "President Lu, on behalf of the organization, I thank you for providing this intelligence. Goodbye."

He left, leaving Lu Liang alone in the office. The more Lu Liang thought about it, the more upset he became, and the more upset he became, the more he couldn't help but think about it.

Lu Liang was unhappy and wanted to make others unhappy too, so he quickly left the building and called Sun Yutao in Hong Kong as he walked.

"I'm going back to Hong Kong tonight. You go ahead and short the Nikkei index with $50 billion. That old bastard An San, even his empty city strategy has its limits. Does he really think he's Zhuge Liang?"

"Little Lu, it's back again."

If I can't get rid of his father, I can at least vent my anger by messing with this godson.

Meanwhile, in the office building, Li Junyi and several elderly men stood outside the window watching Lu Liang leave by car.

One of them asked, "Was the little guy feeling unhappy just now?"

Li Junyi nodded and said, "President Lu, I feel that our decisions are too weak, and I feel very frustrated."

Another person said, "It's only human nature. Any patriotic young person would feel dissatisfied with such a decision to passively take a beating when they know the consequences."

The man sighed, "Alas, let him bear with it a little longer. After all, he has endured it for so many years. A small act of impatience could ruin a great plan."

"Each generation has its own mission. The suffering we endure is so that the next generation will not have to suffer."

"This is a crisis, but it may also be an opportunity."

The old man, who had been sitting silently at the far end of the round table, suddenly spoke.

Upon hearing this, everyone present fell silent.

He spoke their minds, saying that the hope of catching up with and surpassing Britain and the United States through peaceful development was ultimately just wishful thinking.

Power is never transferred peacefully; a change of power requires the influence of world-class factors.

If this event occurs and evolves into a global test, it will actually benefit them.

If they do better than others, they might be able to reverse their status as victims, become the biggest beneficiaries of this incident, and achieve peaceful transcendence.

"Ah~"

At that moment, a sigh echoed through the conference room.

Even today, they still face the same problems that countless dynasties have faced over the past thousands of years.

The prosperity of the people will be miserable, and the destruction of the people will be miserable.

(End of this chapter)