Chapter 300 The New World Order Begins with Placing an Order
Television screens and online live streaming rooms around the world were switched to the same screen at the same time.
The background is the national flag of Japan, which features cherry blossoms.
Kishida, dressed in a sharp, all-black suit, walked step by step to the podium.
He didn't look at the script; he just stared at the camera, his haggard face devoid of any expression.
"Today, I stand here to sincerely apologize for the negative impact caused by the two shells fired from our territory and aimed at China! (Private Marseille)!"
"Peace is hard-won, and all acts that provoke war are unacceptable! I hope you can accept my apology!"
Every word he uttered seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
The words fell.
He didn't finish.
He slowly took a step back and left the podium.
Under the watchful eyes of billions of people around the world.
He walked to the center of the field.
Then, bring your knees together.
He bent over deeply.
A standard, ninety-degree bow.
The camera didn't switch; it just remained quietly focused on him.
At the same moment, the whole world looked at this man who was bowing deeply!
One second.
Five seconds.
Ten seconds.
This bow felt like an eternity.
This bow marked the complete end of an old era.
...
After a period of silence, the internet erupted in celebration once again.
[Great news!]
I don't know why I suddenly feel like crying /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~
[I cried, even though it was a victory, I still teared up.]
[Stop crying! Let's play a good song today!]
【That's right! I own a hot pot restaurant at xxx, and I've decided to open it for free for three consecutive days! Everyone come and eat! It's on me!】
[The boss is so generous! My family sells crayfish, and I'm offering them for free for three days. Everyone come and eat!]
[Wow, the shop isn't far from me! I want to go! Boss, I'll bring you a bottle of good wine, let's drink together!]
Actor-xxx: Long Live the Motherland!
Host-xxx: The truly outstanding young people are those of today! To all the researchers working behind the scenes and everyone who has dedicated themselves to our country, thank you for your hard work! Long live our motherland!
Singer-xxx: Inspiration struck today, and I composed a new song called "Towards the Light." It's free to listen to on all platforms—everyone should check it out! Link below.
Towards the Light
The morning light pierced through the bosom of the sea of clouds.
The red flag flew high in the air.
The mountains and rivers are laughing, and the wind is singing.
That is our shared hometown.
The victory horn resounded in all directions.
A flame of pride burns in my heart.
Motherland, oh Motherland, you are my pride.
Let us join hands and embrace the future!
......
China, the highest command.
On the huge screen, the image of Kishida bowing was playing silently.
In the command center, you could hear a pin drop.
No one cheered, no one celebrated.
Everyone wore a solemn expression, as if they were witnessing history.
"More than a hundred years have passed..." Someone sighed.
At the same time, everyone in the capital also stared intently at the screen, their gazes calm, their thoughts unreadable.
"Ring ring—"
A sudden, urgent telephone ring shattered the heavy silence.
A young communications officer picked up the microphone, listened for a few seconds, and his expression instantly became interesting. He covered the microphone: "A call from Pakistan."
"Hello, it's me."
A burst of hearty, almost exaggerated laughter came from the other end of the phone.
"Hahaha! My brother! I saw it! We all saw it! Well done!"
The voice on the other end was so excited it was almost incoherent: "That security system that can cover the entire city, are you selling it?"
"We're the first to place an order! We want to install this kind of security system in our country, one that can't be penetrated by artillery shells!"
“Money is not a problem!” Pakistani brother continued.
After hanging up, another phone rang.
This time, it's the Camel Kingdom.
The other party's tone wasn't as enthusiastic as that of Pakistanis, but it was more direct.
Good evening, sir.
"Good evening."
"We have a strong interest in purchasing the overall urban security system and the 'Longyuan' multi-functional equipment that you have showcased."
"Our products are not cheap."
The voice on the other end of the phone paused, then seemed to chuckle: "We don't lack money."
"What we lack is a sense of security."
"In addition, we have oil, a lot of it. If you are willing, we can use oil to pay part of the payment, and we can offer you the best possible price."
"Please seriously consider our country; price is not an issue!"
Just as I hung up the phone, a confidential secretary strode in, holding an encrypted phone: "Call from Europe."
A clear, yet cautious voice came from the other end of the phone: "We...congratulate the restoration of peace in the Western Pacific region."
"Thanks."
"We are very interested in the strength you have demonstrated in this conflict. Would you be willing to make a purchase?"
Our doors are always open to our friends.
The call ended.
Then, from South America, Africa... one encrypted call after another came in.
The content is largely the same, but the wording is ambiguous and full of probing.
Those countries that used to blindly follow the lead of the US are now like migratory birds that have sensed a new trend, eager to find new habitats.
After the last phone call ended, the room returned to silence.
A general walked up to a huge world map and looked at the symbols that once represented the power of the United States.
"Grass is grass after all; it bends whichever way the wind blows."
His finger lightly touched the map of China.
"What we need to do is not to be that passing breeze."
"Instead, you should turn yourself into a wall, a wall that no one can push down or get around."
He turned around and his gaze swept over every general in the conference room.
"This time, we won."
"But we won by a great risk."
"We won because of something they couldn't understand and couldn't stop."
"We can't have just one of these things."
He walked back to his seat, sat down, and stared intently at everyone.
"Double the budget for the research institute in the post-apocalyptic region."
“Tell them that the country will spare no expense.”
"I don't care what they want, whether it's people, things, or money, I'll give them all the green light and fulfill all their needs."
"Today, we have an 'anti-nuclear sky curtain' and a 'Dongfeng' missile that can strike the entire world."
"Tomorrow we will need a stronger shield and a sharper spear."
A flame of hope flickered in his eyes: "Today, we can make them bow down and apologize for their actions."
"Tomorrow, I will make them bow down and apologize for what they did a hundred years ago!"
The entire conference room was completely silent.
Everyone was deeply moved by the powerful spirit contained in these words.
Everyone took a deep breath. They knew that a new era had begun, one that no one could choose but that they had forcefully ushered in.
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