Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

The secure phone rang for half the night.

Those Western leaders who usually act superior and pontificate in international news.

The tone on the phone at that moment was so humble, as if she were begging for God's forgiveness.

As the leader listened to their incoherent pleas for mercy, a cold, smug smile crept across his lips.

"Tell them."

The leader leaned back in his chair, waved his hand, and spoke with a resounding thud.

"If they want to talk, fine. Let them come to Beijing themselves and line up in Nanluoguxiang."

"Whether Comrade Huaimin sees them or not depends on his mood."

The next morning.

The air raid sirens over Beijing had long been lifted.

Instead, there were more than a dozen special planes representing the highest power of various Western powers.

Under the "escort" of Chinese fighter jets, it slunk down at Beijing Capital International Airport.

Nanluoguxiang, Hongxing Courtyard.

Yan Bugui got up exceptionally early today.

He was holding a broken broom, preparing to sweep the fallen leaves in front of the gate as usual, and also to make his presence known to the special guards on duty.

But as soon as he pushed open the door...

With a "thud," the broom in my hand fell directly onto the bluestone slab.

Yan Bugui rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating from getting too excited.

All I could see was the narrow, dilapidated Nanluoguxiang.

The parking lot was packed with black luxury cars bearing various consulate license plates.

And those foreign dignitaries who we usually only see on television and in newspapers.

What president, what prime minister?

And then there are those old men who wear high-end custom-made suits and carry expensive walking sticks, looking like they're incredibly wealthy.

At this moment, they were all huddled together in the cold wind of the alley!

They had lost their former arrogance and haughtiness.

They were all shivering, their necks hunched, their faces pale.

But like a primary school student who has done something wrong, they were obedient, even somewhat fearful.

A long queue formed outside the gate of the Hongxing Courtyard!

"My dear mother, my fourth maternal great-aunt..."

Yan Bugui swallowed hard, his legs went weak like noodles, and he almost knelt down.

The highest-ranking official he had ever met in his life was Director Wang of the neighborhood office.

Now, seeing these foreign bigwigs who could shake the earth with a stomp of their feet lining up at their doorstep like beggars waiting for alms, is quite a sight.

This scene is even more magical than the Jade Emperor descending to earth!

At the very front of the procession were the highest-ranking Freemasons.

They experienced the horrific shock of their nuclear weapons being instantly rendered useless last night.

The proud backbone has been completely broken.

They knew better than anyone the young man living in the east wing.

They possess the ultimate divine power to wipe them, or even the entire Western civilization, off the face of the earth at any moment.

"Excuse me, this is a top-secret military restricted area."

The main entrance of the courtyard house.

Chen Bing stood like an iron tower behind the red painted warning line.

Holding a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle in both hands, his eyes were as cold as ice as he ruthlessly stopped a Western president who was trying to present his credentials.

"Without the written orders of the Commander and Advisor Zhang, no one may step across the red line!"

"Trespassers will be punished on the spot!"

Chen Bing's voice was loud and clear, carrying an undeniable, iron-blooded killing intent.

The president, who usually gave orders, was so frightened that he trembled all over, quickly withdrew his foot, and bowed repeatedly in apology.

"Yes, yes, we understand the rules."

A Freemason elder, his back hunched, stepped forward.

He removed his top hat and pleaded in broken Chinese with an extremely humble tone:

"Sir, we are here to apologize to Mr. Zhang."

"Please, please make an exception and let us in to see him."

"We are willing to pay any price as long as Mr. Zhang is willing to see us."

This is the ultimate bigwig who controls the lifeline of Western finance and power!

Now, however, he is groveling and begging before a Chinese guard.

Chen Bing stared at him coldly, without wavering in the slightest.

"Advisor Zhang is resting. If you want to see him, please wait outside."

This wait.

It lasted a full three hours.

The cold winter wind was like a knife, blowing against these pampered big shots.

They were so cold that their noses were running, their legs were numb, and some even collapsed to the ground from exhaustion.

But no one dared to leave, not even utter a single complaint.

Because they knew this was their only chance to survive and preserve the last bit of their legacy.

at last.

"Squeak—"

The thick, solid wood door of the east wing slowly opened a crack.

The foreign bigwigs outside seemed to hear heavenly music, and their spirits instantly lifted.

Several pairs of eyes, filled with hope and fear, stared intently at the crack in the door.

However, it was not Zhang Huaimin who emerged.

Instead, it was Chen Bing holding a light, flimsy piece of white paper.

Chen Bing walked to the cordon and looked down at the shivering Western leaders and Freemason elders.

"As Consultant Zhang said so."

Chen Bing's voice echoed through the alley, carrying an air of domineering arrogance.

"He has no interest in seeing you clowns."

These words were spoken.

The faces of those Western bigwigs instantly turned ashen, their eyes filled with despair.

not see?

Does China really intend to exterminate them all?

"However, Consultant Zhang, considering that we are all Earthlings, has shown you a way out."

Chen Bing changed the subject and shook the piece of white paper in his hand.

Listen carefully.

"First, hand over all the core patents you possess related to semiconductors, aerospace, and specialty materials."

"Second, relinquish control of 80 percent of the world's energy and mineral resources."

"Third, abolish all technological and economic blockades against China."

Chen Bing read out each one.

The hearts of those Western elders were bleeding.

This is practically drinking their blood and eating their flesh!

This is tantamount to handing over the wealth and hegemony that the West has accumulated over hundreds of years to others!

"If you agree."

Chen Bing looked at them, a cold sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Sign this agreement."

"If you disagree..."

Chen Bing paused, his eyes flashing with intense killing intent.

"As Consultant Zhang said so."

"The Earth may be vast, but without China's permission, you will have no place to stand!"

boom!

That last sentence, like a thunderbolt from the heavens, shattered the last shred of hope and resistance in the hearts of these Western bigwigs.

There's nowhere to stand!

Even nuclear weapons can be turned into scrap metal in an instant. If someone wants to eliminate them, do they need to negotiate?

"Sign! We'll sign!"

The Freemason elder knelt down in the snow with a thud.

Tears streamed down his face as he trembled as he accepted the pen from Chen Bing.

He signed his name crookedly on that "unequal treaty" that was enough to rewrite human history.

The other presidents and prime ministers were also granted amnesty.

They all knelt on the ground and rushed to sign the agreement.

They were afraid that if they signed too slowly, they would displease the living deity and be punished by divine intervention.

This scene was witnessed by Yan Bugui, who was peeking from behind the door.

He looked at those foreign presidents who usually appeared so powerful and imposing on television.

At this moment, they are kneeling outside the gate of the Hongxing Courtyard like a pack of dogs, wagging their tails and begging for their lives.

Yan Bugui felt a chill run down his spine, and his breath caught in his throat.

"All nations come to pay tribute...this is truly all nations coming to pay tribute!"

Yan Bugui was so excited that he trembled all over and tears streamed down his face.

he knows.

Starting today.

China has truly stood up!

And the young man who lived in the east wing.

He is the absolute and sole ruler of this planet!

Inside the east wing.

This concludes the tutorial on Earth, the starting village.

He stood up and walked to a full-length mirror in front of the wardrobe.

In the mirror.

The young man, dressed in simple casual clothes, had striking eyebrows and bright eyes; he was handsome and extraordinary.

Even though several years have passed, his appearance remains at the peak of his eighteen-year-old self.

Time has left no trace on his body, which has been infused with the "Fountain of Youth".

"I've finished the game in the mortal realm."

Zhang Huaimin looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes becoming extremely deep and distant.

He casually picked up the black trench coat draped over the back of the chair and put it on.

"Let's go, it's time to meet our big boss."