Chapter 65: Don’t Bother Me
“Yellow Race people are not suited for work involving cutting-edge technology. They are only suited for laboring on the land or making shirts in factories.”
“283 rockets, and only 20 successes? Oh, what an outstanding success rate.”
“We should all thank that Eastern Country. They spent trillions of funds to create over 200 universe-class big fireworks, presenting a spectacular fireworks show for all of us.
Thank you, generous Eastern Country. Tonight, I’ll call my old buddies to rewatch this fireworks show while enjoying delicious beer.”
“I bet those guys have gone mad! Although producing over 280 rockets in such a short time is indeed astonishing, if it’s just about setting off fireworks, which nation couldn’t do that?”
Jiang Yang casually scrolled and saw countless sarcasms; surging malice rolled in like waves.
Among these comments, some clearly from compatriots were striving to refute.
“Not to mention the success rate, just this industrial mobilization ability—can your nation do it?”
“Sorry, our nation is just a small country and truly can’t do it. But what’s there for you to be proud of?
Is making fireworks quickly such a noble thing? Besides, you’re not the only ones who can do it.
Like that Western Great Power, I bet they can easily do it and do it better than you.
If you ask me why they haven’t, I’d tell you: because we are all people of the civilized world; we won’t go mad doing meaningless things.”
“Yes, our Western Great Power certainly has the ability to do it, but we won’t. We will only use our precious wealth on things beneficial to society.”
“When world peace faces a threat and our Western Great Power feels it necessary, we will erupt with power far surpassing yours.”
“In this event, I only saw a barbarians’ revelry. They thought a crazy fireworks show would make us civilized world people feel awe, but they don’t know our Western Great Power simply disdains to do it.”
……
Voices from compatriots were completely drowned out by these malicious comments. A network revelry triggered by the continuous rocket launch failures over the past two days was unstoppable.
Zhou Yu was somewhat depressed: “We are doing this to save the world, save civilization.
Our compatriots have made so many sacrifices in this war, achieved so many miracles, and given their all to save civilization.
These guys—we don’t expect them to contribute; just stay quiet and don’t bother us, but they can’t even do that.”
A smile appeared on Jiang Yang’s lips: “Just keep pushing forward with our heads down; no need to mind them.
Hasn’t our nation been doing this for the past few decades?”
Zhou Yu took a deep breath: “Feels a bit unworthy.”
“There’s a saying: giants never stop for the clamor of roadside ants; just ignore them.”
The helicopter roared as it landed, arriving once again at the familiar Apocalypse Base No. 7.
In the following days, Jiang Yang would spend his time again in study and waiting.
……
In the Western Great Power, Intelligence Chief Daniel Wilson held documents and arrived solemnly at an office door.
“Come in.”
Vice Speaker Locke’s figure appeared before Daniel.
“Mr. President will have 20 minutes to hear our report. In that time, I hope you can come up with something new.”
Daniel’s voice trembled slightly: “Sorry to disappoint you. We’ve done our best, but we still haven’t figured out why that Eastern Country is doing this.”
“Hm?”
Mr. Locke narrowed his eyes slightly, and an invisible pressure suddenly swept toward Daniel.
“Mr. Locke, please don’t be angry! It’s not that we did a poor job, but, but… I can guarantee no nation in the world has obtained related intelligence!
This was a total mobilization, but the core secrets were kept extremely well. No one except them knows what they really want to do!”
Mr. Locke slowly withdrew his gaze, his voice still cold: “I hope Mr. President will also be satisfied with your answer.”
……
In the solemn atmosphere, under Mr. President’s gaze, Daniel recounted everything he knew.
Then came a long silence.
“Alright, I accept your answer.”
Instantly, Daniel felt amnesty.
“Mr. President, rest assured, we will definitely find out about this as soon as possible…”
Watching Daniel leave, Mr. President looked at his aides and think tank.
“Do you have any suggestions?”
“Mr. President, I think at this stage we perhaps don’t need to rush to figure out exactly what they want to do.
We can focus our attention on the event itself.”
A slightly overweight aide wearing glasses weighed his words: “That is… in this event, whether intentionally or not, they completed a de facto display of strength, delivering a deep deterrence to all nations globally.”
Mr. President was silent for a moment, then asked: “If it were us, how many rockets could we produce in five days? A hundred? Fifty?”
“…No, the answer is, zero.”
Meeting Mr. President’s gaze, that aide seemed somewhat tense and helpless: “Yes, we couldn’t produce even one.”
“With the strength they demonstrated, if war breaks out…”
“No, Mr. President.”
The aide was somewhat alarmed: “No one with sufficient rationality would want to go to war with a giant; it’s the most foolish choice.”
Mr. President’s fist suddenly clenched tight, loosening only after a long while.
“What should we do?”
“The only rational plan is to repair relations with them. We, we shouldn’t provoke a giant.”
After another long silence, Mr. President slowly nodded: “Then I’ll make a visit. Notify them to prepare reception in advance.”
The other side’s reply came very quickly.
That aide hurriedly entered the president’s office, anxiety on his face: “They rejected our visit request! The reason is domestic major event, no time to receive us!”
Mr. President abruptly stood up.
What major event, what no time to receive—no matter how grandiose or polite the document sounded, he only saw eight words in it.
No time for you, don’t bother us.
This was humiliation!
No nation on Earth has yet rejected a visit from a civilized camp leader, especially one we initiated!
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