"Next ti?"
Tang Qing’s lips curled slightly in distant Shanghai Stock Market.
Cut!
That would have to be this ti next year. The World Cooperation Organization ets once a year, on April 17th next year. Even if it fails, it wouldn’t have as much impact as its establishnt, so you can do as you please then.
This world.
Without a few flies, it’s quite boring.
"Busy?"
"Ha!"
"This ti, it’s not just a brush off. You are genuinely busy," Tang Qing said with a faint smile. This ti’s exposure wasn’t just anyone picked up random; the cause was this guy blocking the way of the fighter.
Of course.
It’s not that the fighter wants to replace him.
That’s impossible.
No matter what, it’s impossible to push a fighter to such heights so quickly. The key is that it’s too conspicuous, being the head of the mighty US Holand Security, always under the sunlight.
The fighter has a major flaw.
---The resu.
Family.
Classmates.
Friends.
...
Even if one could forge an identity, one couldn’t forge mories. However, so fighters can be directed and forged to fit certain missing persons, but there has to be a reason for a person being missing.
Killed.
Accident.
Soone would know this person.
Therefore.
Those who can fully integrate into a true identity are very few, less than one in a hundred. Among these fighters, those who can use their existing identity to be pushed to a suitable high position are a very small ratio.
Fortunately.
Tang Qing never thought of pushing a large number of fighters up. Being in mid-level is quite good, the difference between holding execution and holding discourse rights is not big, especially in so very special institutions.
This ti.
It’s just that guy jumped too much.
At the beginning.
Because he had a conflict.
Wanted to replace the current boss of the fighter, and this current boss was ready to promote the fighter. After so twists and turns, it beca a significant affair, so simply let him step down.
Replace with soone else.
Anyone would do.
This departnt holds imnse power.
- Special Office.
- General Administration of Customs.
- Immigration Bureau.
- Marine Police Guard.
...
A bunch of institutions with no small power, with an annual budget of forty to fifty billion dollars, employing over 200,000 people, in terms of actual power, it’s considered quite forward in the US administration system.
Naturally.
Also a key ’care’ target.
...
United States.
"WHAT?"
The boss, waking up from a nap, instantly lost his good mood.
"Can it be suppressed?"
"It’s already spreading online, and the dia won’t side with us on this matter." Not being mocked by them is good enough, and this is a personal issue, not a secret.
Even if you ask a consortium, they wouldn’t care.
"..."
After a long while.
Only spat out a sentence:
"FUC...K."
What the hell is this, so disgusting. Forget about having a leisurely weekend. With such a big scandal, it’s not easy to clean up, and it involves a lot of people, so troubleso.
If I had known.
I would’ve agreed to go to Myanmar.
To hide for a while.
Otherwise.
Like now, worrying about the upcoming press conference. Just been here for a few months, and before even warming the seat, such a ss happens. My mood is terrible, this is really too difficult for .
Fine.
This ti, genuinely busy!
...
Various countries.
"What?"
Seeing this situation.
Many people were dumbfounded, plenty wanted to see Ling’s joke, mainly not from developed countries, but so with unbalanced ntality: we agreed to be salted fish together, why did you alone turn over?
Not loyal enough.
Envy others who have.
Laugh at those who don’t.
This is a common human psychology, not shaful. After all, used to eat rough and tasteless food together, now in an instant, you’re eating fish and at, while I’m still eating stead buns. It’s hard to be happy.
Isn’t it.
Just a few days of warming up, ready to watch the show.
Unexpectedly.
The program was changed last minute, and it’s still one that they don’t like.
Damn.
The small stools are moved in vain, prepared sunflower seeds are no longer tasty, can only sigh Ling’s good luck, probably once the storm is over, Ling’s business over there is also done, still in a joyful atmosphere.
"..."
Wash up.
Go to sleep.
Tomorrow we still have to get up and gnaw... stead buns.
...
Nine years.
October 17th.
Myanmar.
Nai Pyi Taw Airport was heavily guarded today, planes taking off and landing, all heads of state of various countries coming down, civil flights not allowed to take off and land this morning, and a week’s notice was given in advance.
Therefore.
Did not cause much dissatisfaction.
"Welco."
"Welco you."
"Please."
"Long ti no see."
"..."
Kan Qin was busy greeting at the airport. For today, preparations took a whole month, woke up before dawn, rushed to the airport to welco the first batch of big shots from various countries.
Red carpet.
Flowers.
Display.
None missing.
As for salute, bands, etc., it won’t be here, whether it’s a bit formalistic, Kan Qin doesn’t feel so, countries have been doing this for years.
Etiquette is important.
Otherwise.
How to show attention? Just going up and shaking hands, exchanging a few greetings? That would be chaotic. Human beings created a series of etiquette not for nothing, but to show respect.
"Please."
Boarding the vehicle.
Specifically accompanied by personnel from the Foreign Affairs departnt.
He was at the airport.
Ling was at the Presidential Palace.
Otherwise.
Unable to handle personally eting each one. This conference was Myanmar’s first large international conference, being the host, everyone was extrely attentive, ensuring safety.
Road closures.
Checkpoints.
All are necessary.
By the roadside.
Watching this kind of procession.
"What’s happening?"
"Sothing happened?"
"First ti seeing this."
"..."
There’s always so tourists not paying attention to the news, wandering over here, seeing the main road blocked, the curb filled with Public Security Bureau personnel in police uniforms, mainly not limiting vehicles.
But people.
Fortunately.
This is a new city, many intersections have planned underground or overhead passages, along the road, a row of tourists from various countries were leaning on the railing, seeing a long convoy pass, feeling curious.
"Nothing happened, it’s a conference with many countries participating," soone explained.
"Conference?"
"World Cooperation Organization, initiated by Myanmar."
"For what?"
"Inter-country mutual assistance, but mainly Myanmar helping other countries." The Arican man pushed his glasses, "I can’t understand Myanmar’s actions, feels quite silly."
This statent.
Also received recognition from surrounding tourists.
Indeed.
They are not optimistic about this so-called World Cooperation Organization, this world doesn’t lack all kinds of alliances, but mostly they are regional, or led by great powers, the World Cooperation Organization has too wide a scope.
Poor cohesion.
Therefore.
Not many optimistic about it.
Right now they revolve around you, what about in the future?
Street side.
In a second-floor tea house.
"Today is a good day."
"Haven’t been this lively in a long ti."
"Indeed."
"Although I don’t quite understand, I believe it’s not a bad thing."
"Hmm."
"..."
The Myanmar people are extrely supportive, because it’s Ling’s decision, and it’s also the first ti as host, inviting big shots from various countries to co, like hosting the Olympics.
It’s a kind of achievent.
Highly attentive.
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