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How did you manage to so confidently whitewash the robbery?

[What do you mean by whitewashing robbery? If it fails, it's still robbery; if it succeeds, it's revolution!]

[Your tone is getting weird!]

Section 11: Wanqi is an optional strategy target.

(This major chapter is equivalent to the first major chapter of the story of 1999, and the second major chapter is Arknights. The two are linked. Shouldn't this be called "9 Arknights Together"? (——▽一)一)

In the autumn of 1929, Wall Street was on its way to collapse. (Please add background music automatically.)

The infamous Black Thursday occurred that year, on Thursday, October 24, 1929.

Stocks were already at an eternal high. That's what Wall Street thought at the time, and that's what the vast majority of people thought too. After all, they had been roaring for ten years (the Roaring Twenties in the United States, a period of great economic development and prosperity before the economic crisis), so why couldn't they roar for another ten years?

The biggest misconception in the world is that people born in prosperous times believe that prosperity is eternal.

Sorry, that was just an illusion. Rising to the top is always fleeting; making do is the norm.

"Huh? Young countries that haven't died are so confident, tsk tsk tsk." The sarcasm came from Wan Qi.

“You seem to have a different opinion on this,” said Mistletoe, looking at Wan Qi.

Wan Qi spread his hands, shook his head, and said with a smile, "Everyone has their glorious moments, but don't mistake a moment for eternity. If you don't stand by a tiger when it falls from grace, who will you be when it rises again? That's the wisdom of our ancestors."

Because translating the above into English is quite difficult, Wan Qi spoke directly in Chinese.

If you can understand it, great; if you can't, that's fine too. Knowledge sharing is all about fate.

“That’s certainly philosophical,” Virtue replied in Chinese.

Seeing Wan Qi's surprised yet delighted expression, Virtin's smile widened by a pixel.

If this were a visual novel game, the screen would display: "Wilding used Chinese, and Wan Qi heard his hometown language for the first time in a long time, increasing his favorability by 10."

The others were completely bewildered, while the sonnet admired the erudition of its master.

Si Chen has a good talent for learning, so why didn't he show it when he was in school?

Mistletoe was one of those people who couldn't understand, but she still said, "Walden Pond is just a short walk from here. The Storm Rally is right there. Judging from your appearance, you don't seem to be very well prepared."

【Are we going to rob Wall Street, or are we going to rob the Federal Reserve's vault?】 In their mental dialogue, Wan Qi was eager to try, showing an attitude of "If I don't bring down the US stock market today to cheer up my family, I'll change my surname to Qian".

【How come you're even more dangerous than those lunatics from the Reconstruction Hands!】 Xingdi felt he needed to reassess this teammate.

[...] The ellipsis represents Virtue's feelings at this moment.

It's even more complicated than seeing Italians mixing pasta with No. 75 pineapple pizza concrete.

Speaking of sonnets, they're Italian. Wait, she's not in the group voice chat, so it's okay (laughs).

At that moment, the parasitic ladder handed over a document.

"If you're going, here's a gift contract for the $50,000 holding voucher, as a thank you for helping me clear out the demon spirits."

"Demon spirits?" Wan Qi was stunned for a moment, then remembered that when he used his mental perception to search the surroundings earlier, he did find some small life forms, but because their vitality was too weak (compared to Wan Qi's own), he simply ignored them.

So those little things were originally some kind of monster?

Parasitic Plant had no idea what Wan Qi was thinking. She simply explained, "The noise you made just now scared away all those demons." Everyone suddenly understood.

The commotion Wan Qi caused was incomprehensible to humans, and for demons, it was a terrifying force capable of destroying their homes. First, the forest turned into trees, then a sudden gust of wind descended from the sky, creating a scene comparable to a nuclear weapons test. Anyone who was even slightly slow to run in such a situation would be disrespecting their own life.

Nature is cruel; those with a weak will to survive are eliminated long before they even reach the placenta.

"There is magic...mystical power on this." Wan Qi meant to say "magical reaction," but he changed it to "mystical power" to suit local customs, mainly to help everyone understand.

Parasite nodded and said, "People no longer use cash for transactions. The intervention of mysticism has made stock trading more convenient. The rapid expansion of new-era urban clusters has even left demons without a foothold."

Then these cities transformed into beasts enveloped in desire and consumption, frantically devouring everything around them, making borrowing and an ever-rising stock market the panaceas people frantically chased, as if only these things could satisfy them.

At this point, a complex expression appeared on the mistletoe's face, as if he were lamenting this crazy and unique era.

Apple then said in the telepathic communication channel: "This is similar to the history I know, but also somewhat different."

Wan Qi could only remain silent, as such a thing didn't exist on his Earth.

“Thank you, aren’t you going?” Veltin asked.

“I…” Langjisheng originally wanted to say “I can’t leave the forest for the time being,” but after glancing at Wanqi, her words changed to: “I will go too, we happen to be going the same way.”

"Si Chen..." The sonnet hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

They still have a mission to rescue people; if this continues, they'll end up collecting corpses instead of rescuing people.

“Hmm.” Veltin nodded, and at the same time, through mental communication, she said to Wan Qi: [Can I trouble you?]

【What's up? 】

[My sonnet and I have to go complete a mission, and the storm gathering also needs someone.]

[Got it. I'm going over there with Mistletoe to scout the area. Be careful on the road.]

"Okay, please be careful. If you notice anything amiss, run immediately."

[Mao Mentai.]

After making the decision, Virtin said, "We still have some things to do here, but we'll leave the gathering to Wanqi."

Wan Qi, who had already discussed it with Virtue, gave an "OK" sign, and the group temporarily split into two groups.

"Miss Liu Jisheng, please lead the way," Wan Qi said politely.

“You’re welcome, Mr. Hermit Crab,” said the mistletoe with a smile.

She really liked the atmosphere, especially as the two of them got closer, the sense of intimacy grew stronger.

For some reason, when Virtue saw Liu Jisheng approaching Wan Qi, he suddenly felt a pang of regret.

The plan is fine, but something just doesn't feel right.

Walden Pond Bar, a unique underground bar.

Fun fact: Prohibition was in effect in the United States at this time.

Fun fact: Alcoholic beverages are sold here.

Hilarious trivia: Modern America controls tobacco and alcohol, but doesn't ban guns and drugs.

When it comes to abstract concepts, religious states are always the experts.

Along the way, Wan Qi always unconsciously moved to the left. It wasn't that men should move to the left and women to the right, but rather that the parasitic plant on his right kept moving to the left, so Wan Qi could only move to the left to keep his distance. What was originally a straight line was transformed by the two of them into the trenches of the Western Front of World War I.

Wan Qi couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Miss Liu Jisheng, is there something about me that's too attractive?"

Mistletoe blinked and said, "Is there anyone more attractive than you?"

She likes me... Yeah, right!

One of the three great illusions in life: "She likes me".

"You're quite humorous," Wan Qi replied with a smile.

It's often said that Western girls are more open-minded, and it's true; they joke about it as if it were the real thing.

“I’m very curious about you,” said the elliptic parasite.

"Curious? Oh. My magic... mysticism, is it?"

"A very pure power, the cycle of life and death."

"Miss Mistletoe's arcane magic is also very powerful. Is it a druidic tradition?"

"I suppose so, since that's what we were called a long, long time ago. So, Mr. Hermit Crab, is your mystical lineage also of the Druids?"

Wan Qi replied in a righteous and patriotic tone, "I am a member of the proletariat."

Before transmigrating to the Red Sea world, Wan Qi didn't know magic, so his magic had nothing to do with his bloodline.

"It's alright, every mystic has their own secrets."

“I’m not lying, Miss Willow Mistletoe.”

To be honest, nobody believed him, and Wan Qi was very saddened.

So you're someone like me?

The mistletoe thought of its adoptive parents. If Mr. Hermit Crab's situation was similar to its own, then it wouldn't be very clear about its lineage.

Some mystical arts are exclusive powers brought about by bloodline awakening, which cannot be learned or replicated unless both parties are within the same system.

Therefore, Mr. Hermit Crab, like me, is a descendant of the Druid lineage, a long and ancient bloodline.

It's quite possible. Historically, China is undoubtedly an ancient civilization with an unbroken lineage from ancient times to the present. It's only natural that such a country would produce such a remarkable mystic.

Although the secular world of Aurora is being humiliated by the whole world at this time, the Aurora of the mystical world remains unparalleled to this day and is still a T0-level existence.

I've heard that the mystics of Aurora are considering large-scale intervention in secular affairs, perhaps indicating that the world is about to undergo a major transformation.

But that's all for the future. Right now...

The parasitic plant moved closer to Wan Qi.

It's rare to meet someone who resonates with me on a soul level, so let's connect.

After the two entered the bar, a handsome man with a melancholy expression appeared in front of them.

This pose, these fingers, this face, this aura—in a female-oriented novel, a single photo could attract 300,000 fans.

A melancholic and handsome guy? That's a plus.

Whether it was the lighting or not, Wan Qi felt that there was a hint of ruthlessness in the other person's melancholy demeanor.

However, since this person did not show any hostility, his mental energy did not warn Wan Qi, so he did not pay attention to it.

"Welcome back, Ms. Mistletoe, and... how should I address this distinguished guest?"

Wan Qi smiled and extended his right hand: "No need for formalities, just call me Hermit Crab. What is your surname?"

Seeing Wan Qi extend his right hand, the melancholy handsome man was clearly taken aback for a moment before extending his hand again after a few seconds and saying, "Welcome, Mr. Hermit Crab. You may call me Forget-Me-Not."

There weren't many people in the bar at the moment. Wan Qi casually found a seat and sat down. Ti Jisheng sat to his right and pushed the menu in front of him.

"What do you want to drink?"

This scene surprised Forget-Me-Not. The mistletoe girl would actually approach others on her own initiative. What's so special about this boy named Hermit Crab?

Interesting. Let me observe.

"This is not good."

Although Wan Qi said that, he was actually already swallowing hard.

The aromas of steak, grilled meat, vegetables, and various drinks were challenging his sanity.

As a pitiful person who had been forced to eat "stewed himself in an iron pot" for countless years in the Red Sea world, he could not remember the last time he ate normal food.

"You're welcome."

The phrase "parasite in the shed" completely crossed Wan Qi's bottom line of "not living off a woman."

Never mind, let's order and start eating!

Section 12: A Conflict

(There will be another update tonight J>> (AVA*), where are the comments, comrades? (**3胤)

In Chinese, there is a way to describe eating called "a starving ghost reincarnated".

Wan Qi is performing this piece.

"Delicious! Delicious! Delicious! Boss, another one, please!"

"Please wait."

Forget-me-not pushed up her glasses, trying hard not to let her gaze drift to the tall stack of plates.

Judging by their posture, they're trying to rival the Empire State Building in the United States.

Fun fact: The Twin Towers didn't exist yet, so one plane couldn't control both buildings (humorous).

Have you ever seen someone come to a bar and go on a tangent about steaks, grilled meats, and other dishes?

Now you see.