Global Carnival
"I declare that from today on, Zhong Ling is my half-father, half-mother, divine immortal! Who agrees, who disagrees?"
"Objection is invalid! Zhong Shen! From today on, please call her Zhong Shen!"
“We used to say that we have a strong motherland behind us.
Now I realize that there seems to be a more powerful god behind our motherland..."
"My family feels incredibly safe! I now feel like even if aliens attack, the Zhong Shen would just say, 'Tell me, what do you want me for?'"
Countless netizens came to the message area of "Delicious Vegetable Shop".
They didn't come to buy vegetables because they were all gone. They came to make a wish.
[God Zhong, I am willing to remain single for ten years in exchange for not failing my final exam!]
[Mr. Zhong, my boss owes me three months' salary. What do you think...?]
[Don't bother me, the god Zhong said: Don't bother me!]
The T-shirt and jeans that Zhong Ling was wearing were made by the manufacturer within half an hour after the live broadcast ended. As soon as the link was posted and it was written that they were the same style as Zhong Ling's, 100,000 pieces were sold.
Some manufacturers also seized the opportunity and printed the phrase "Don't bother me in the future" on shirts and mobile phone cases, and their sales volume ranked first among similar products.
In Shanghai, at Chuangke Information Technology Co., Ltd., employees held their mobile phones, looked at each other with dull expressions.
"Um... that previous intern at our company... was also called Zhong Ling, right?"
“Is…right…”
"The one who was bullied by Lin Wei and cried every day, and finally resigned..."
"……Um."
At first, they laughed at the unlucky guy who had the same name as the world's most famous figure.
Now, they were shivering all over.
They...had worked with a deity before? And watched helplessly as a deity was bullied by a team leader?
Director Zhang Hai was also watching the live broadcast. When he saw Zhong Ling take action, the first thought in his mind was - he was finished.
Even if the company directors don't scold him, he will scold himself.
If he had stepped forward to lend a helping hand at that time, would it be possible... would he be able to connect with Zhong Ling and reach the pinnacle of life now?
Country M, Office of the President.
The atmosphere was depressing, making everyone feel breathless.
The cigar in the Minister of Defense's hand fell onto the carpet at some point, burning a small charred hole, but no one noticed.
"……analyze."
After a long while, President Smith, who was sitting in the main seat, squeezed out two words from between his teeth.
His face looked very ugly, and his eyes were filled with horror and confusion at the unknown power.
The chief analyst pushed up his glasses with trembling hands.
"Mr. President... our psychologists, behavioral analysts, and micro-expression experts... just held an emergency meeting."
The analyst's voice was dry. "The conclusion is... Hamilton and all the negotiators didn't lie when they spoke.
All their physiological indicators showed extreme fear and resistance, but they were unable to control themselves."
"That's not what I want to hear!" Smith slammed the table so hard that the water cup on the table jumped up.
"I want to know how she did it! Magic? Witchcraft? Or a mind-control weapon developed by China?!"
No one could answer the question and silence fell over the room once again.
How to do it?
This question was on the minds of all the leaders watching the live broadcast, and they also wanted to know how Zhong Ling did it.
They felt like their worldview had been trampled into the ground and crushed twice by Zhong Ling.
The President of Country E was so angry that he swept the crystal ornaments on the table to the ground.
"Connect me to China's hotline! Now! Immediately!" He roared at his secretary. "No! Wait... Never mind."
What do you say when the call is connected?
Who would believe me if I said I didn't do it?
Questioning? That's because they think their own scandals aren't enough.
You dare to threaten me? Well, a big social death scene is waiting for you.
An unprecedented feeling of powerlessness washed over them, and they suddenly realized that what they had painstakingly built up for most of their lives was vulnerable in the face of absolute strength.
Unlike the panic of politicians, the cognition of scientists around the world has collapsed.
They watched the replay over and over again, even lowering the magnification, just to figure out what Zhong Ling was drawing in the air with her hand raised.
Golden light appeared out of nowhere and eventually decomposed into countless light spots, accurately penetrating into everyone's eyebrows.
"There were no energy fluctuations, no radiation, and it didn't fit any model of optics or particle physics."
A physicist muttered to himself, his eyes blank, "This... this is unscientific."
All mainstream media abroad are dominated by the same woman.
The emoticon of Hamilton's painful mask spread from China to the global Internet, spawning countless versions.
“My face vs. my mouth when my boss asked me if this project could be done by Friday: No problem!”
“When my girlfriend asked me where I went last night…”
"When my mom asked me where I spent my salary this month..."
People's worship of Zhong Ling reached a new height.
Western netizens began to search for information frantically.
"Oh my God! I looked it up! In ancient Chinese legends, there's a power called "Word Spirit" or "Words Come True." Speaking can make things come true! This has to be true!"
"So, she's not an alien, she's an Eastern deity?"
"I declare my conversion to Taoism! Are there any Chinese friends who can teach me how to draw that golden talisman? Waiting online, it's urgent!"
Soon, the challenge of "imitating Zhong Shen's talisman drawing" began to become popular in foreign media.
A young man imitated Zhong Ling, making serious gestures in the air, and then said to his cat with a serious face: "Tell me, did you eat my can of tuna?"
As a result, the cat just glanced at him lazily, turned over and continued to sleep.
People also followed the example of domestic netizens and called Zhong Ling "Zhong Shen" (Zhong Shen), or more simply and crudely, "That Woman".
In China, Shangjing
After Zhou Zhenguo and Qiao Jianmin finished dealing with everything, they finally returned to the office. Both of them felt exhausted.
"Minister," Qiao Jianmin rubbed his aching temple, "we seem to be overthinking things."
They originally thought that the negotiations would be very intense, so they prepared countless contingency plans. From the worst-case scenario to the best-case scenario, every step was like walking on thin ice.
As a result, Zhong Ling got it done with one hand.
At this time, the secretary came in, handed over a document, and had a strange look on his face.
"Report, this is the report on the post-war plan of Country M.
The Secretary of State, who planned the incident, committed suicide in his private safe house half an hour after the live broadcast ended.
The heads of several secret intelligence stations of Country M overseas have also lost contact one after another, and are suspected of being silenced.
Zhou Zhenguo took the report, took a quick look at it and put it on the table.
He had anticipated all of this.
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