June 14th.
Morning.
Manhattan International Airport.
Stepping off the airplane.
Gitti adjusted her sunglasses, feeling that this task was practically a death mission.
However.
The organization had given orders. Since Tang Qing spoke on behalf of the organization to her, she had to carry them out. She hoped the organization had a backup plan and would not abandon her so easily.
As for what the backup plan was?
She had no right to know.
Got in the car.
Set off.
Just like last ti, she bypassed customs through a special channel. The difference this ti was that the consortiums helped her avoid examination.
Gitti’s arrival was no secret to the consortiums, and each was quite excited, having waited over twenty days for this ’gesture of goodwill.’
This ti.
They could think of ways to assert their authority.
By the way.
To squeeze so benefits from it.
...
After Gitti arrived at her residence, dozens of cars with special licenses appeared around the manor, conducting security checks, as two people entered.
"Miss Gitti, we are here to be in charge of your external security detail." The leader was a big strong man.
"Okay."
Gitti did not refuse.
Just now.
Her contact had instructed that the people coming were their own. What shocked her was that these people were actually sent by the consortiums.
Moreover.
They were part of the Special Service Departnt of Holand Security.
This arrangent was ant to put her at ease.
What did this an?
The President’s protective presence was the Special Service Departnt. What shocked her was that the organization’s reach extended to such extents, which was truly inconceivable.
For a mont, she even suspected that the organization was backed by European and Arican consortiums. But previous evidence did not add up, shrouding everything in mystery.
Couldn’t see clearly.
Couldn’t understand.
Couldn’t sort it out.
Helplessness.
She had to give up such mind-bending thoughts.
Frightening!
If not backed by European and Arican consortiums.
The power of the organization was practically defying the heavens! Plus, with the task content given by Tang Qing, she increasingly suspected the organization was indeed backed by European and Arican consortiums.
...
The following day.
Morning.
Gitti arrived at the eting place, a manor with an ancient castle. From several kiloters away, the roads were sealed off, and there were n in black everywhere.
"What’s going on? Is there a big shot in New York?"
"Don’t know."
"Why are you slowing down? Do you want to be pulled over?" The car slowed, attracting a lot of attention, with so n in black even resting their hands on their waists.
The passenger sitting beside the driver was startled.
"..."
Seeing such a scene, a passerby pressed the gas pedal, speeding away, as the roads were sealed by not just the NYPD, but also the FBI and the Special Service Departnt, which looked quite intimidating.
Of course.
No one truly dared to cause trouble here, it was just... putting up a front.
"Miss Gitti, weapons are not allowed on site. Please have your bodyguard cooperate."
"Hmm."
Gitti nodded.
Security check.
The bodyguards submitted their communications devices, allowing her to enter the ancient castle, where she was allowed to bring only two bodyguards, a liaison officer, and another female bodyguard.
Soon.
Arrived at a grand archway.
"Creak!"
The door opened.
Gitti saw the consuls of various consortiums, seated around an oval table, with a ring of n in black standing around the room.
Each person had two companions, a butler and security, all absolutely trusted.
At this mont.
Gitti couldn’t help feeling a bit nervous.
She had never participated in such a eting with so many prominent figures. Behind several consortiums were familial conglorates.
Thus.
Around twenty sharp eyes focused on the table.
...
Similarly.
The helmsn of the major consortiums stared at Gitti with burning curiosity, having passed the phase of impulses toward the opposite sex at their age.
Admiration.
Curiosity.
Surprise.
...
How a woman managed to set up such an extensive ploy was truly impressive. In six years, she forged a world-class currency.
Indeed.
Their ’non-interference’ played a part.
But.
It also proved her excellence.
"Boom!"
The massive door closed.
"Sit," the elder Ford gestured toward a seat by the door. As the main character of this eting, Gitti was positioned at one of the main seats of the oval table.
"Okay."
Gitti took a seat.
Then.
A representative of the Rockefeller Family spoke out, "Gitti, during our last eting, you were just a teenager. Now, look at what you’ve achieved."
"Quite impressive."
"Could you share your experiences over the years?"
They didn’t dive into interests right away, as there was plenty of ti today. In truth, they were eager to know how Gitti beca the ruler of Myantra.
Too curious.
Upon hearing this.
Gitti smiled slightly.
"Nothing much, just a stroke of luck, one of my labs developed Transcription Fluid, and I wanted to find a place to put it to good use."
"Myantra was a good choice."
And then.
There was no further elaboration.
"..."
The crowd was speechless; it was akin to asking how you succeeded, and you replied, ’I had an idea, pursued it, and succeeded’, simple to the point of being worthless.
"Ahem! What about the details?"
"A secret."
Gitti was quite uncooperative.
Seeing this.
They could only relent, but they weren’t too angry. The main focus today was interests, so they quickly moved back to the main topic, "Let’s talk business."
"Gitti."
"Currently, the Asia Dollar has beco the world’s second largest currency. However, after surpassing the Euro, it did not stop and started encroaching on the dollar’s share."
"This is unacceptable for us."
"Therefore."
"Please have the Asia Dollar imdiately cease its expansion, the current situation allows you to maintain that. However, should you further challenge the dollar’s position, you understand the consequences."
The end of discussion exposes the hidden threat.
Well!
That’s roughly the intent. Starting off with a threat, Gitti’s expression changed; if she truly were the ruler of Myantra, she would have been threatened.
Unfortunately.
She was not; she is just a pawn.
Pawn.
Does not consider the bigger picture, only the task at hand.
"Alright."
Gitti agreed with a smile.
Hearing this.
The consortiums were slightly surprised.
They thought Gitti would argue with them, but she agreed imdiately. Her straightforwardness left their prepared second threat unspoken.
So be it!
Their first objective was achieved.
"Very well."
"Gitti, your consideration for the bigger picture is comndable. The Asia Dollar now has a sufficiently high share, and the base in Myantra is quite small and sowhat unsupportable."
"Alright then."
"Second matter, the Asia Dollar has now completely offended that European family. Our inaction against the Asia Dollar does not an that they won’t."
"Even."
"Not excluding the use of military ans." The elder glanced at Gitti, seeing no trace of panic.
"I understand." Gitti nodded.
At this point.
There was no need to overthink, the other side was about to propose demands.
"Therefore, to ensure the sustained good prospects of the Asia Dollar, I think you should open up so technology, like the manufacturing of Transcription Fluid."
"Thus."
"We can help withstand pressure from their side."
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