After sailing dozens of kilometers to reach uninhabited nearshore waters, this conference was held amidst global attention.
Inside the enormous ship, the middle-level conference hall features a circular design, with the leading representatives of the major powers occupying the center, and all other positions allocated to representatives from various countries.
The reputable organizations were on the outermost edge, with only the mecha center where Luo Li was located able to be ranked at the front.
As expected, the five superpowers that cannot be ignored in the current world order occupy the top position.
However, due to deliberate arrangement, You Lixuan and Wan Xingyan sat next to him, forming a left and right arm position. From this angle, he could just see Luo Li's back without being immediately noticed by her.
The funniest thing was that he had just sat down.
Old Wan, who was talking to You Lixuan next to him, was suddenly interrupted when his seat was pushed aside, and he was completely dumbfounded.
He had no idea there were other arrangements in place. He just stared at the utterly rude masked guy, thinking to himself: "Hey, do you know how important this seat is? That guy used to sit here! Where did you come from...?"
He hadn't even finished cursing in his mind.
Wan Xingyan suddenly saw a familiar glint in the other person's eyes.
His mind went completely blank.
It was as if a long-range missile had directly and indiscriminately bombarded the cerebral cortex.
A pungent, acrid smell of gunpowder seemed to emanate from the back of my head.
Oh no... I need to start using my brain.
"you……"
Wan Xingyan pointed at him, but couldn't say a word.
"I……"
He poked himself, his face showing anxiety.
Then Wan Xingyan grabbed You Lixuan's collar, his pupils contracted, and he blurted out three words: "What the hell?"
He immediately swore, which showed just how shocked he was.
"God, am I dreaming?" he murmured to himself, his eyes gradually becoming moist.
After days of anticipation, without any warning, at this fateful moment, an echo suddenly appeared, as if it were a miraculous response from God to a prisoner about to be executed.
His fingers had lost their warmth, and he felt a tingling sensation spreading from his spine throughout his body.
"Xiao Yan, thank you for your hard work. This is not a dream."
Jiang Cheng shamelessly called Wan Xingyan, who was more than ten years older than him, "Xiao Yan".
Upon hearing this address, Wan Xingyan couldn't hold back any longer. She glared at him with incredibly resentful eyes, just like a wife who had finally waited for the return of the pillar of her family after enduring countless grievances, and weakly punched his chest with her hand.
If it weren't for such a serious occasion, he probably would have cried and said, "Do you know how I've been these past few days? Waaaaah..."
That's just how things are.
A miraculous escape from a desperate situation.
A sudden burst of light appears amidst the darkness.
People lament the endless nature of fate.
Once everyone was seated and the cameras were set up, the huge conference room fell silent, and the atmosphere gradually became solemn.
Music symbolizing peace and unity among major powers played.
Everyone had stood up, all at once, and almost everyone was dressed in formal attire.
A highly anticipated global conference.
It has officially begun.
"On behalf of the United Nations of the Great Powers, I welcome... all of you and express my highest respect to you."
"This conference is held to ensure the healthy and sustainable development of all mankind. We will discuss and formulate a reasonable path with the utmost sincerity, without reservation, and make progress together."
"With the continuous development of science and technology, we are gradually entering a new era. Before entering this rich and magnificent era, we must make full preparations and solve the problems that emerge with the times."
The speech was brief yet powerful.
The spokesperson succinctly revealed the purpose of this global conference in just a few words: since everyone wants to solve problems, let's identify them.
A round of applause broke out.
At that moment, countless people around the world saw this scene through live streaming.
Including Jiangcheng's family.
Students of China.
The distant south.
A signal station in the Arctic.
In Lan Jingke Bing's flower shop, Zhao Xuerou and her friend stared intently at the screen, their eyes never leaving it.
They were still exchanging whispers.
"Why do I feel so nervous..."
"It's understandable to be nervous, since what we're about to discuss is whether the foundation can survive."
"What if I can't keep it running properly?" Xiaorou asked anxiously.
"It's okay, you've done your best, no one has the right to blame you for this," Ke Bing comforted her softly.
And on this giant cruise ship in the Pacific Ocean.
A brightly lit conference hall.
The atmosphere shifted from solemn to tense after a woman initiated the conflict.
This person is Lena, a well-known Australian diplomat.
She seemed to have discussed something with her accomplices, and her sharp remarks were aimed directly at Jiangcheng.
“As Ciri said, the main purpose of this global conference is to solve problems, and we are now facing a serious problem,” she said, glancing around at him calmly. “Two years ago, we signed a huge investment agreement with a scientific researcher to provide a percentage of funding to an organization to develop the most powerful weapon ever created by mankind. The organization is called GMRDC, short for Global Mech Research and Development Center, and the person is Jiang Cheng.”
"However, in the middle of the Mech Era Project, the financial consumption was so alarming that we requested a meeting with Jiang Cheng to discuss the matter with absolute sincerity, but we were unexpectedly rejected outright!"
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