Myanmar.
Yangon City.
In each luxurious manor and villa.
The big shots had just gone to bed when a phone call awakened them. At first, they thought they had misheard, but after confirming it again, they were left with their mouths agape.
This was an incredibly shocking piece of news.
Their airplane had been shot down by Ling. This was beyond unexpected. They had thought that Ling couldn’t possibly possess such weapons, and even if he did, he wouldn’t dare to use them as it would entail an open confrontation with them.
Yet Ling had been bold enough to do just that.
Completely disregarding their status. They couldn’t fathom who could have given Ling such courage. They still didn’t know which country’s weapons had been used to shoot them down, but this wasn’t the important thing. The nature and consequences of this event were what mattered.
Now it wasn’t just about whether or not to openly fall out with Ling.
They were faced with the question of where to place their pride. They weren’t ready for a fight and the timing was wrong, but to pretend nothing happened left them feeling disillusioned. They were all deeply perplexed.
And so,
The big shots gathered for a eting, contemplating their next move.
"Outrageous. I suggest we send planes to bomb their factory now, to knock them off their high horse. Otherwise, they’ll think we’re easy to bully," a deputy head stated angrily while slamming the table. Being humiliated late at night was enough for anyone to spew out harsh words.
But tough talk was only that, tough talk. The others were not convinced. Ling daring to take action might an he wasn’t afraid of their counterasures. Besides, it was they who had constantly been harassing Ling in the first place.
They each took a puff of their cigarettes,
Remaining silent.
The situation was complex, and they didn’t want to risk being humiliated again by acting rashly. While they had been embarrassed quite a few tis recently, they still hadn’t grown used to it.
"Why is no one saying anything?" the senior mber asked, his tone flat.
Surveying the room, he saw no responses. The bald-headed one had been scared into silence, his legs trembling. There was no progress, and they’d lost an airplane and imported equipnt to boot.
Luckily, the pilot was probably still alive.
However, the responsibility for this would likely fall on his shoulders.
Indeed,
It looks like his early retirent was inevitable.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Seeing no one was speaking, Kan Qin took a deep puff of his cigarette, and slowly said, "Gentlen, I believe we need to have a good talk with the other side regarding this matter. Otherwise, we can’t keep sending planes over in secret only to have them shot down. We can’t continue like this indefinitely."
"How can we negotiate?" With an approving look at Kan Qin, the senior mber was always able to dissolve awkward situations at critical tis. After deliberating, Kan Qin continued, "We should send Ge Dan to find Ling, and first bring back the pilot. For the ti being, we should not send any more planes.
Ling is currently facing a united front from various parties in the industry. Whether he can survive this crisis is still in question. I believe his chances of overcoming it do not exceed 10%, unless he completely eliminates the effects of the fruit wine.
But presently, it doesn’t seem like Ling intends to do so, otherwise, he wouldn’t have released their research findings. Ling is clearly determined to profit from it. Hence, we don’t need to be in a rush to confront him directly.
Ling was likely agitated by today’s incident. If we go up and provoke him at this ti, he will definitely lash out at us in a fit of rage. I suggest we refrain from angering Ling at the mont and instead, bide our ti and see how things play out. Let Ling fight it out with those desperate fugitives in the industry chain. Regardless of the outco, we can make our move afterward.
Most importantly, if we join forces with those fugitives to target Ling, I think it would be quite embarrassing."
After hearing Kan Qin’s analysis,
Everyone present was nodding their head in agreent. Although they had just been humiliated, it had all happened on their own turf. Ling’s appearance was typical of their Myanmar people according to Ge Dan’s response. He spoke fluent Myanmar language. The only contradictory part was his disobedience.
Although the people involved weren’t exactly saints,
There would be discomfort if they joined with foreigners to bully a compatriot, even if he happened to be an adversary. Their internal disputes were their own concern. If outsiders were to interfere, how would the public perceive them?
Firstly, it would show that they were incapable.
Secondly, they were teaming up with foreigners to bully their own people.
This would truly be a slap in the face and they would be looked down upon by everyone.
So,
Most of them, even without Kan Qin’s speech, didn’t want to join forces with those desperate fugitives. They found it beneath their dignity.
That was also one of the reasons for their previous silence.
After all, their Myanmar was a sovereign nation.
It too had its own dignity.
Though its moral standards might be low.
The senior mber also agreed with Kan Qin’s words. They shouldn’t be too aggressive with Ling at this ti. After so thought, he said: "Alright, let’s settle for that then. We will just observe and react for now. Let Ge Dan go find Ling again and get back our pilot first. We can claim that he had flown in the wrong direction and it won’t happen again. Ling is currently surrounded by enemies on all sides, I don’t think he would refuse."
"Yes, I’ll inform Ge Dan imdiately," the bald man replied in a hurry.
Adding to that, Kan Qin said, "There’s no rush. They might not even have found our pilot yet. Once he’s captured, we can also use that opportunity to learn more about Ling’s base, his equipnt, the quality of his soldiers, etc. Although Ling may be wary of him, it’s still better than not knowing anything."
"True, there’s no need to rush him back now. Ling must be asleep, so let’s wait till tomorrow." The senior mber agreed with Kan Qin’s words. They were not short of a pilot.
"Then tomorrow morning I’ll let Ge Dan go find Ling," the bald man imdiately offered.
"Hmm." The old man grunted in acknowledgnt.
"Also, make sure to suppress the news."
"Yes."
No more argunts.
The eting quickly concluded, everyone went their separate ways, off to bed.
...
Approaching dawn.
Command Room.
After finishing his training, Tang Qing watched the entire discussion video of the Myanmar team, nodding his head in approval. Indeed, no one is a fool; they didn’t impulsively resort to war over a single plane.
However, these people had quite the calculated plan in hoping to gain so intelligence from the pilot, but it’s destined to be futile. However, Tang Qing couldn’t help but give them a thumbs up.
Despite these people being seen as the enemy, for now.
They still had the dignity of a nation, just a fairly low bottom line.
"Has word of this reached other countries?" Tang Qing asked.
"At the mont, Huaxia, the United States, Thailand, and Vietnam are aware of this news, and information is still spreading, but it’s only stayed at the national level. Standard forces simply don’t have the clearance to know." Tang Yi replied.
Hearing this, Tang Qing wanted to laugh. Myanmar wanted to suppress the news, but to those with intent, there are no secrets. Huaxia found out through radar, the United States through satellites, and the others are all from intelligence officers.
"Good. It would be no fun if those puppet masters backed off." Tang Qing chuckled lightly.
He glimpsed at the clock, dawn was near.
"Proceed as planned."
After uttering these words, Tang Qing left the command room.
Back in the living room.
At this ti, the two soldiers had already prepared breakfast and left it on the dining table. They had already taken their leave. Tang Qing considered whether to move the dining area to the other side, using this area rely for living, and converting the kitchen and dining area into a place for a piano or for his painting and sculpting.
Yes.
He made up his mind.
He decided to have the soldiers rearranged everything today.
Back in the bedroom.
Lin Jiaxue was still deep in sleep.
Tang Qing didn’t disturb her any further, he just sat by the bedside, looking at Lin Jiaxue’s beautiful resting face, with his hand on his chin, he quietly watched her, without a word, his eyes full of warmth.
After a while,
Lin Jiaxue was gradually awakened by her biological clock, failing to feel a warm embrace, she quickly opened her eyes to see Tang Qing staring at her lost in thought. Lin Jiaxue felt very fortunate and smiled, "You’re up so early."
Tang Qing gently nodded, caressing Lin Jiaxue’s pretty face.
"Yes, get up, breakfast is ready." Tang Qing said.
"Well... you go out first, I’ll get dressed." Lin Jiaxue clung tightly to the quilt, in case Tang Qing would flip it off. She’d been taught a lesson before.
Tang Qing smiled.
"Alright, I’ll wait for you outside."
He then stood up and left the bedroom.
At the table, Tang Qing began to eat. Lin Jiaxue quickly showered and got dressed.
"Jiaxue, I plan to move the dining area to the other side, put a piano here, and make a bookshelf for my paintings. How about turning the kitchen into a sculpting room?" Tang Qing pointed around in the living room and kitchen.
Eating slowly, Lin Jiaxue nodded in agreent, "That sounds good, whatever you decide is fine."
She supports Tang Qing’s decisions wholeheartedly.
"Great! Jiaxue, tonight let’s try it out in the living room."Tang Qing chuckled.
"..."
Lin Jiaxue, as a young girl, she didn’t dare to answer such a question and could only lower her head in tacit agreent, her face flushed, looking quite charming. Tang Qing slightly regretted not making a move earlier.
It’s almost class ti now, so he has to wait for the night. The Nerve Telekinesis quickly suppressed all his thoughts, leaving him calm and clear-headed. If he didn’t know it was the effect of Nerve Telekinesis, he’d think he was in a monk’s state of mind.
After breakfast.
Hand in hand, Tang Qing and Lin Jiaxue headed towards school.
A new day had started.
Envy filled the eyes of the onlookers they passed.
...
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