Monkey netizen: "I think you’re out of your mind. Do you really believe that buying every piece of equipnt from countries around the world ans you’ll beco unbeatable by assembling everyone’s strengths? I don’t want to be like you, waging an exciting capital defense war."
Kangaroo netizen: "Stop! You all need to stop fighting! With you all tearing each other apart like this, how am I supposed to sell beef to Dragon Country on one hand and aluminum to Yingjiang on the other? This affects my ability to make money!"
No one is happier than the netizens of Yingjiang.
When they saw this dragon-like announcent, even though they couldn’t really understand it, they could make out four words from the crooked lines:
War, get rich!
Having seen this clearly, many Yingjiang netizens didn’t even participate in the zero-dollar purchases at night and instead crazily started supporting Old Deng.
In just half a day, Old Deng’s public support rate increased by 0.9 percentage points.
But as Old Deng sat in his office, looking at the information on the screen, his face was grim, and he was deeply troubled.
On the screen was a joint announcent from Dragon Country, Da Mao, Cal, and several other countries.
The announcent naturally condemned Yingjiang’s nurous dubious actions and righteously rejected the demands he proposed.
"Fuck! Fucking squid!"
The large office was filled with the sound of Old Deng repeatedly throwing things.
If it were any past presidents of Yingjiang, they naturally wouldn’t act so maniacally.
Even if they were to sanction Dragon Country, it would never be so overt.
The confrontation between great powers ans using genuine national power—if they win, then great, public support surges, and national power begins a peak; if they lose, then they can step down directly while every person in Yingjiang douses them with salty soda.
"Contact Secretary of State Warton, Ministry of Defense’s Andre, and Navy Vice Admiral Jas imdiately and have them co to my office!"
After pressing the button on the desk, Old Deng leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes to relax.
Soon, the few who were called rushed over, and upon seeing the ss on the floor, they imdiately understood what was going on.
"Mr. President, it’s no use getting angry if you want to deal with Dragon Country." Secretary of State Warton began to speak first.
"Nonsense, of course, I know that!"
"I’m angry because the one with the red scarf is preparing to run for election this year as well, fuck!"
"If he gets elected, those of you present here, just wait to be dealt with!"
Old Deng’s words made the three of them feel a tightness in their chests; they exchanged glances and felt an inexplicable panic.
According to Yingjiang’s system and unwritten rules, usually, a previous president won’t be dealt with by a new president.
At most, they’d write a report on an old courtier and let them go ho to farm.
But the past was the past, and now is now. They knew that the current president didn’t care about these unwritten rules at all.
He not only publicly oppressed and dealt with the president with the red scarf but even applied gangland tactics!
Assassination!
Is that a tactic a national leader should play with?
Of course, this wasn’t the worst; after all, it’s the forr president, the power didn’t lie with him, and he couldn’t overturn the world.
The worst part is he’s running for president this year, and his public support is way ahead among the candidates!
If the forr president gets to power, it’s predictable that even if he’s magnanimous and still willing to follow unwritten rules, not dealing with the forr president, he would surely frantically begin a bloodbath against the current old court officials.
They, a few, were all brought up single-handedly by Old Deng and could be called confidants without exaggeration.
If the election fails and the sanctions against Dragon Country don’t improve the living conditions of Yingjiang, public sentint will boil even more, and if the forr president takes office, he could very well be the first to have them dragged out and executed.
Their eyes flickered, each with their own thoughts, but Old Deng had no ti to play these gas with them.
"Jas, during our drills last month, that 8157 that suddenly appeared from Dragon Country, did your navy confirm what’s going on?"
Upon hearing this, Jas lifted his head, his dark face beca serious:
"Mr. President, according to our agent’s feedback, that electronic ship from Dragon Country was coated with a layer of stealth paint, making it nearly impossible to detect by radar."
"Moreover, that ship has already caught us during drills multiple tis."
"Not long ago, my subordinate told the ship appeared again, just not far from their eyes, yet nothing showed up on the radar display."
After Jas finished speaking, Davis, standing beside, frowned and said:
"Impossible, that makes no sense."
"I’ve never heard of such a kind of stealth paint in the world that can make radar like a monkey’s plaything."
"Even if we, Yingjiang, possessing the world’s best researchers, with the highest experintal funding, and the best laboratories, can only achieve a seventy-three percent chance!"
"How could Dragon Country accomplish such functionality with stealth paint!"
Davis was getting more and more agitated, almost about to shout.
As the Minister of Defense, Dragon Country’s sudden appearance of the aircraft carrier arresting cable was already enough to make him accountable with resignation, and now suddenly there’s a stealth paint that completely shields from radar detection.
If that’s really the case, then this responsibility is enormous.
Not only would he, the Minister of Defense, have to step down imdiately, he’d likely face negligence charges!
"Then tell , if it’s not stealth paint, then what on earth caused our radar to fail in detecting this ghost ship? Zeus can’t possibly be so bored to play such pranks on us, can he?" Jas replied seriously, not backing down.
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