People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Moreover, what Rhodes Island cares about most has never been making money, but reputation.

"Amiya, how about Rhodes Island simply signs a contract with the World Summit?"

Sitting in his office chair, Ernst was noticeably more energetic. Although he had a lot to do in the past month, at least he didn't have any headaches, and he could take a small rest.

The reason I summoned Amiya is to have a formal discussion with her about the future of Rhodes Island.

"After the Londinium incident, Rhodes Island has officially become famous internationally."

Since he was talking to Amiya, Ernst stopped using coded language and directly revealed all the deeper implications.

"This fame has many layers. Kal'tsit made a military suggestion to launch a strong attack on Londinium within the Duke's alliance, which many people know. Then, Rhodes Island sent a small team into Londinium, which also did not escape everyone's notice."

"In addition, your efforts in addressing the infected in Lentinium and providing resettlement solutions for retired infected soldiers within the various duchies have, to some extent, brought you into the sights of the Grand Dukes of Victoria, and indeed, all those in Terra who are concerned about the Lentinium situation."

“Vina specifically mentioned this matter in her letter. Many countries have been inquiring about Rhodes Island’s business with Talulah. At this point, the shell of a pure medical company can no longer conceal your actions.”

Amiya did not answer immediately.

She then asked:

"Mr. Ernst, where is Dr. Kelsey?"

"Has Kal'tsit not returned yet?"

Ernst raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, but instead of answering her question, he waved his hand.

"Don't worry, she's safe now. No one in all of Terra is safer than her right now."

Even if Theresis were to appear, he wouldn't be able to cut the lynx's head off from Precyth's grasp. Isn't that safe?

Amiya sighed softly.

In the past, she would definitely have discussed this issue with Dr. Kal'tsit. But now, only she, Miss Kroos, and Miss Warfarin can make the decision.

Amiya didn't distrust them; she just felt a little uncomfortable.

But she also knew that Ernst was telling the truth.

The Duke, and not all those in power on this land, are as easy to talk to as Ernst. Rhodes Island, as an independent medical company without any affiliated faction, has overstepped its bounds.

This overstepping of boundaries is simply a matter of whether you did something good or bad. Just like in many companies, reporting directly to higher levels is prohibited. Even if your report saves the company from a crisis and solves its immediate problem, you have still violated the rules and overstepped your boundaries.

Rhode Island's drugs and solutions can reassure everyone because it is an independent medical company with no backing.

But once a certain limit is reached, this sense of security will immediately plummet. If you have no connections, it means that if you do something wrong, no one can take responsibility for you. So why should others trust you?

Amiya was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly:

“Mr. Ernst, Rhodes Island will give this matter serious consideration.”

"But Mr. Ernst, I would like to ask you for a favor, is that alright?"

Ernst paused slightly:

"Is it a request to me? Or a request to the World Summit?"

"you."

"Then tell me."

Ernst nodded.

Amiya said:

"Before leaving, Dr. Kal'tsit mentioned to us that she would wake up the Doctor once the Lontinim incident was over."

“But Dr. Kal'tsit is now missing, and everyone on Rhodes Island needs someone to step up and take charge. If possible, Mr. Ernst, I hope you can help us to wake the Doctor.”

Ernst looked at Amiya:

"Then Amiya, why can't you be the one to step up and take charge?"

"I can."

Surprisingly, Amiya's face did not show any of the panic and fear that Ernst had expected in a child. She nodded very firmly, but then immediately changed the subject.

“But, Mr. Ernst, I am not yet a member of the Fei Qun: 8★5766”3442, and I am still an infected person.”

"Rhodes Island needs a representative who can stand in the public eye, like Dr. Kal'tsit."

Ernst paused for a moment, then looked at Amiya with a somewhat amazed expression.

What Amiya said was something Ernst had actually considered.

"A young man with no beard is unreliable"—age discrimination exists in many circles, especially in politics.

The title of "youngest member of parliament" may seem like a gimmick to outsiders, but to insiders it carries a hint of irony. In the political circles we are familiar with, even the so-called "young and middle-aged" are actually middle-aged people in their forties and fifties.

In Terra, this situation becomes even more extreme due to the unequal lifespans among different races.

Well, the good thing is that young people, like Ernst and Eleanor, the heir to Normandy, don't necessarily need to wait for seniority. They have plenty of opportunities to prove their abilities and gain everyone's trust.

The problem is that the old emperors at the top can easily live on and on, to the point that many times, there are princes who have lived for seventy or eighty years, and the transfer of power almost entirely depends on the Xuanwu Gate inheritance law!

But whether it's good or bad, there's never been a case of an "underage infected CEO" being able to step into the public eye.

Amiya can set this precedent, but she also has a lot of negative buffs—an orphan of Rembitox, an infected person, a minor. Many people judge a person based on a label, so where do they have the time to understand their inner self? With these labels on the table, Rhodes Island's level of trust will drop several levels.

When Kal'tsit was around, things were fine. She handled most of Rhodes Island's business negotiations. She was also a well-known Oripathy scholar, and her extensive knowledge and unique insights were undeniable, which helped her establish a positive image.

But now, Amiya lacks someone to uphold her reputation.

Warfarin and Clonor are both quite capable, but they are both Sarkaz. If you were to tell the Londinium people, "The medicine you take, apart from the portion provided by Levi, was all given to you by the Sarkaz," do you think they would still dare to take it?

They need to smash Rhodes Island and then tell the Sarkaz to stop being hypocritical!

Kazdelnia has been established and is now legal, but hatred cannot be easily eradicated with a single document; it requires the great power of time.

"Can you tell me why you need a doctorate?"

Ernst asked.

Amiya pursed her lips:

"Because the doctor is one of the people I trust most!"

"Dr. Kal'tsit has disappeared and we don't know when she'll return. Mr. Ernst and Miss Theresa are unlikely to come to Rhodes Island to help me, so only the Doctor can help me."

"Moreover, although Dr. Kal'tsit seems dissatisfied with the Doctor and always opposes waking him up, the Doctor is actually very capable! Back then, during the Kazdel Civil War, it was he who, while developing a drug to treat Oripathy to save me, also helped Miss Theresa command troops to resist Theresis. He was busy with both, but he managed to do them perfectly!"

"Moreover, everyone on Rhodes Island trusts him very much!"

Amiya listed many reasons in one breath, and it was clear that she was speaking from the heart and was not lying.

Kal'tsit mentioned waking up the Doctor, but it seems she only mentioned it and didn't tell Amiya what waking up the Doctor meant or who it was meant to be used against.

She was unaware of Precy's situation.

Ernst pondered for a moment, then nodded and agreed to Amiya's request:

"I will."

"I'll be heading to Columbia in two days. I'll contact you when I get back. How about we go together to awaken the Doctor?"

Amiya's ears perked up, and she nodded excitedly:

Qi Si Qingyue FeiI Group: "Okay!"

She opened her arms and stood on tiptoe to hug Ernst:

"Thank you, Mr. Ernst!"

"fine."

Ernst smiled and gently patted Amiya on the back.

"I've been curious about that doctor you mentioned for a long time too."

Chapter 891 At the Age of Blue Cardwood

Colombia, Blue Cardwood.

Someone once asked a renowned Syracusan art critic, "What do you think is the future direction of Terran art?"

The art critic, Giotto Canudou, answered as follows:

"Terra's art was in Letania in the past, is in Victoria now, and will be in Colombia in the future."

"Especially in Colombian cinematic art."

Thus, film was officially hailed as the "seventh art" of Terra, following architecture, music, painting, sculpture, poetry, and dance.

As the Colombian film city where Terra film culture flourishes, Lancawood has naturally become a "holy land" in the hearts of many Terra film enthusiasts!

In 2000, he was such a film enthusiast.

"As behemoths, we must have our own pursuits."

"Having spent half my life wandering, I love hot pot, mahjong, and spicy food, and I also love teasing my little sister! But what I love most is still movies!"

"If movies had come out a thousand or eight hundred years earlier, I might have been the god of movies by now!"

While patting his chest and boasting, Nian's enthusiasm was clearly at its peak.

Xi, who had been dragged along, was clearly less enthusiastic. Hearing Nian's words, she pursed her lips and snorted coldly.

"With your directing skills, you shouldn't insult art."

“Xi Mei said 2 Jiu Lin Si Wu Si Zhong qun: What is it?”

Ling took a swig of wine, her cheeks flushed, looking exceptionally alluring. She then leaned in and pressed herself tightly against Xi.

"Let your older sister hear this? Why are you unhappy, Xi-mei? You were quite engrossed in the movie just now, weren't you?"

"Sister Ling!"

Xi's face flushed red instantly. She tried to push away Ling, who was half-lying on her, but Ling was like a piece of chewing gum, sticking to her no matter what she wanted to shake off.

"I didn't say the movie was bad, I was just talking about 2010! Those terrible movies made in 2010 were simply a disgrace to art!"

"How can you say that about me? I put my heart and soul into filming! Every detail was meticulously crafted!" Nian leaned closer, somewhat unconvinced.

What do you mean by "polishing"? Are you referring to the abstract, Frankenstein-like themes you chose? Or are you saying that you made the whole movie without any focus or hierarchy, like a mere chronicle of events?

Xi felt a little suffocated.

Even when she paints a picture, she knows to highlight the key elements. In a landscape painting, she carefully considers how many parts depict the mountains and rivers, how many parts depict the setting sun, and how many parts should be left blank for the viewer to imagine.

But what about the year?

If we were to use painting as a metaphor, then this year was like pouring an entire tray of expensive paints directly onto the canvas! Filling every inch of the blank space!

The vibrant colors are indeed beautiful, but it's only the colors that are beautiful, not your painting itself.

This thing can't even be called a drawing; it's just a child's scribbles!

She had brought up this issue with Nian more than once, but this person just liked to add scenes. Even though the main characters were clearly chosen, he would suddenly add a scene for the supporting characters, or have a passerby act out a scene. He would add things here and there, making the guests steal the show, and in the end, it would still become a chaotic mess.

This is somewhat similar to her favorite food, hot pot.

There was no eye-catching plating, no carefully prepared ingredients, and no quantified differentiation of dishes to suit individual tastes. A bunch of raw food was dumped in all at once, and then you just waited for it to cook thoroughly and absorb the flavor before picking it up and eating it.

Xi cannot understand this concept.

Fortunately, Xi's predicament did not last long.

The person who invited them to Lancawood, Beatrice Swire, the real investor in the film, knocked on the door and entered the room.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good news."

Everyone present was from Yan, and she spoke in Yan Mandarin with a Longmen accent, which was both friendly and polite.

“I have received a reply from Mr. Ernst. He returned to Shelag in early January, rested for a while, and should be on his way to Colombia now.”

"Mr. Ernst!"

Xi suddenly raised her head and looked at Ling, who was blocking her view.

Sis, you're not drunk!

Why did I suddenly become sober? Is this some kind of acting?

Ling was certainly not drunk, or rather, she was drunk, but she could sober up at any time.

The lifelong pursuit of a drunkard is what belongs to him.

Upon hearing Swire's good news, she immediately perked up: