One minute later.
"God!"
The old man finally uttered this word after a long ti, his expression grim.
-Black prison.
-Tongtian.
-Ling.
-ERV.
All turned out to belong to Tang Qing.
No wonder.
They all erged in recent years and grew swiftly. They’ve even now taken Kovalro under their wing. What’s more terrifying is that this is only a part.
Tang Qing himself,
remains hidden below the surface.
Watching over all life.
Those eyes.
What kind of horror must they hold? Under the facade of a university student, manipulating the world at will, possessing superhuman abilities, combined to form a terrifying existence.
This world.
Suddenly beca so unfamiliar.
As if.
The worldview I had before was all fake, like the moon in the water.
"Master, have you seen his abilities?" the old man asked.
"Abilities?"
Tuoyin smiled wryly.
"That’s divine power,"
recalling the ability to control human actions with a single thought, how terrifying it is. This is probably Tang Qing’s biggest trump card, even his subordinates may only be secondary cards.
Also,
the technique that makes people disappear is even more shocking than absorbing Kovalro. With such abilities, Tang Qing is simply invincible. Could that be just a corner of his sky?
Indeed vast.
Alas!
Unfortunately.
Those who know these secrets won’t live long.
"What should we do?" the old man said despondently.
"Wait."
"Wait for what?"
"Death."
"..."
You’re sparing with words, offering just a word, indeed... The old man sighed, sitting beside Tuoyin, reminiscing about the past with so nostalgia, but it seems there won’t be such a chance.
One who gains secrets.
Loses life due to secrets.
It’s the sa throughout history.
"Boom~"
A faint sound ca.
Looking up.
The old man’s face turned pale. Only to see the black clouds rolling in from the horizon, moving towards them, soon it will be pouring rain and relentless wind, and there’s nowhere to shelter here.
"Find a place."
Tuoyin’s face was very ugly,
"Okay."
Then.
The crowd began to find a place to shelter from the rain. The area of three square kiloters is quite large, there are so rock caves around, the ground is wet, but laying so leaves and dry grass can prevent catching sickness.
In the past.
They always watched others survive.
Today.
It’s their turn to experience firsthand, feels... not good. Due to Tuoyin’s identity not being disclosed, they still have so hope, thinking soone would co to rescue them, all busy.
"Who has a lighter?"
"No one."
"Quick, gather so dry wood, and start a fire with friction."
"Yes."
At the mont.
Their amateur skills were on display, making tools, starting fires by friction, surviving in the wild, fishing, all were orderly, without chaos, even discovering the rich fishing resources around.
While the thundercloud approaches.
Stock up a bit more.
Excitent.
Stimulus.
Actually made quite a few people thrilled.
Seeing this.
The old man and Tuoyin looked at each other speechlessly, fearless due to ignorance, people of Kovalro, indeed they’re all madn, just unsure if they can persist after a few days, after all, surrounding fishing resources are limited.
Few trees on the island.
Lighting.
Cooking.
Will soon be consud, when resources deplete, conflicts will erupt. As for turning the island’s trees into a wooden raft, Tuoyin has no hope at all, Tang Qing won’t let anyone leave this island alive.
No one should think of it.
The secret.
Must remain here.
rcy?
Tang Qing has it.
But he’ll never give it to them.
...
Washington.
The summit was held as scheduled.
In the audience.
Miao Ye was drowsy, too bored, after the host country spoke, other countries took turns on stage, the content seed high-end but actually just the sa old story, every crisis is talked about like this.
Miao Ye.
As the person in charge of Myanmar Economic Developnt Committee.
Theory is solid.
Additionally.
The United States is still relentlessly promoting free economy, asking erging market countries to reduce tariffs, relax financial control, open up markets, stimulate exports, borrow money to save the market, and other clichéd rhetoric.
Nothing innovative.
Never mind.
Make do with listening.
In the afternoon, it was Ling’s turn to go on stage, Miao Ye perked up.
Other countries also showed interest.
This ti.
As an observer country mber,
Myanmar usually doesn’t give speeches, but the host provided an opportunity. They were quite curious about Ling, this erging country might possibly reach developed country status.
Of course,
it’s rely the per capita GDP.
In other aspects,
there is still quite a gap. Therefore, no one really takes Myanmar seriously, just a lucky one. However, Ling, who created such a miracle, rarely gives speeches in public.
Worth a listen.
Ling took the stage.
"Regarding this crisis, we are weak and have no good solutions. However, we will do our modest part, financially, to provide loans for other erging countries."
"Economically, reduce product tariffs, increase import ratio, promote international trade, persist in infrastructure construction, improve residents’ living conditions, and adhere to global trade rules."
"Additionally..."
Five minutes.
Ling elaborated on his views.
"..."
All countries were speechless.
Indeed very short, but the content was quite genuine. Not a word was ntioned about financial reform, which is normal because Myanmar’s financial control is too strong, the economy is quite fine, barely affected.
On the contrary.
It has enough resources to help other countries.
Not bad either.
Unfortunately.
Most countries present won’t benefit, those who are here, either have a large scale or are wealthy, unwilling to lose face by borrowing so much money, Myanmar’s strategy is not significant to them.
Except for Huaxia.
Goods.
Projects.
Huaxia is the largest winner, not an exception.
In the audience.
Watching Ling return to his seat, Miao Ye was helpless. This big shot, why does he always want to import things, can’t he make them himself? He used to be enthusiastic but now is indifferent to establishing an industrial system.
Reducing corporate tax is one thing.
Even lowering tariffs.
Is he giving up?
...
In the evening.
In the hotel banquet hall.
Upon invitation.
Ling arrived here, apart from him, also several countries’ presidents, those who can co here, either rich or noble, mostly congressn, and so conglorates’ offspring, exchanging with each other.
"Your presence honors greatly."
The initiator.
The United States Congress Speaker stepped forward, politely greeted. His status isn’t much lower than that of the President. The U.S. has a complete separation of powers, theoretically equal status.
However,
the public influence is not as significant.
"Thank you."
"Hope there will be a chance to cooperate with your country in the future."
"Okay."
"Your youth truly amazes ."
"..."
Ling’s arrival attracted many people over. Ling is different from other presidents, he still holds control over the richly endowed Myanmar Bank Group. When it cos to wealth, even ERV couldn’t compete.
Although Ling is no longer on Myanmar Bank Group’s shareholder list,
no one believes it.
Ling,
still controls that colossus.
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