On the top floor of the Heart of the Sea, the semi-open dome was brightly lit at the moment.
This was the most luxurious banquet hall in the entire Xin, and it often hosted the top banquets in the entire country. In addition to the state banquets that were usually sponsored by Future Group, private individuals or companies that wanted to rent the venue had to pay 20 million Xin New dollars in rent.
Based on the current international influence of Xin and the Earth Defense Alliance, the banquet held here at this moment was probably one of the most desirable banquets in the world, comparable to the state banquets in the Capitol. Perhaps the dishes on the banquet table were not extraordinary delicacies, but the events outside the table determined the future direction of the world.
"Haha, President Zhang, congratulations!" A man in a suit stepped forward and congratulated him.
"It seems that God is destined to let our country continue to prosper because every citizen of Xin has made the right choice." A representative of a civic group in a black evening gown raised his glass and also offered congratulations.
President Zhang smiled humbly in the face of the congratulations and compliments and tried his best to leave a graceful image for the guests. However, the curvature of his lips and the glow on his face still betrayed the pride in his heart.
This victory came so easily that it could even be described as expected.
However, even if they knew this, the little vanity in everyone's heart was still greatly satisfied.
Who would have thought that the political refugee who lived a life of exile in New Zealand four years ago would become the revolutionary leader of Xin and be pushed to the throne of the president?
Of course, obviously not everyone was satisfied with this result.
The opposition party members who were also invited stood in the corner and looked at Zhang Yaping who was receiving cheers and congratulations at the door with jealousy in their eyes.
"Isn't it just hugging someone's leg? What's there to be proud of? "
"Hehe, just a puppet …"
"Hmph! When I become the president, the first thing I want to do is to end the monopoly of Future Group on Xin's economy, and the second thing is to take back the power of defense and intelligence from Celestial Trade. It's just a company, how dare you ride on the head of the country, how dare you … "There were even more radicals who were gritting their teeth and shouting their political views to their comrades in the corner.
Occasionally, a passerby heard it and laughed, casually teasing him.
"That's why you'll never be president."
That person's face was flushed red. His chest was filled with anger, but he didn't say anything and looked to the side.
Obviously, when he said these words, he was very clear in his heart.
As long as Xin continued to prosper, his ideas could only be realized in his dreams …
Other than a few complaints, the main theme of the banquet was still positive.
The melodious symphony reverberated in every corner of the hall, and courteous waiters walked between the tables, refilling the goblets on the long tables.
From time to time, there would be a commotion at the entrance of the banquet hall, and the guests in the banquet hall would also pay attention to the entrance from time to time.
In addition to those generally important guests, there were also ambassadors of certain superpowers, foreign ministers of certain member states of the Earth Defense Alliance, generals and presidents of vassal states such as Moro, Country F, and Madagascar …
For these guests who came to visit on behalf of their countries, both the welcoming party and the welcoming party were quite grand. After all, this was to lay the foundation for the next four years of diplomatic relations between the two countries. No matter how large the budget was, no matter how extravagant the performance was, it was worth it.
"Welcome, Mr. Kerry." Looking at the UA who walked in, Zhang Yaping's face showed a hint of surprise, but it quickly turned into a warm smile. He extended his right hand to him. "It's an honor for the UA to have an outstanding Secretary of State like you."
"Thank you for the compliment." Although Kerry was not satisfied with such a compliment, he still smiled formally. "On behalf of the UA government, I congratulate you on your election. I hope that in the next four years, we can work together to maintain world peace and cooperate in a wider range of areas …"
After he finished reciting the lines in his mind, Kerry smiled without hypocrisy. He politely nodded to President Zhang and the applauding crowd around him to show his friendliness. He loosened his clenched hands and walked into the hall.
…
Standing on the elevator to the banquet hall on the roof, Jiang Chen held Ayesha's little hand and looked at the crowd on the lawn outside the floor-to-ceiling window, as well as the reporters blocked by the police and the Army. He narrowed his eyes and softly recited a poem.
"If there is a heaven on earth, Damascus must be in it. If heaven is in the air, Damascus is as famous as it is. "
"Aren't we going to solve the South American problem?" Ayesha awkwardly twisted her petite body bound in the evening gown. She looked at the crystal high heels and whispered, "What does it have to do with Damascus?"
"International problems never exist in isolation. These two problems can actually be solved together." Jiang Chen shrugged and gently pointed to the man with a headscarf outside the floor-to-ceiling window, escorted by a group of bodyguards. "Do you see that? That's the Saudi Crown Prince. There should be a beautiful princess next to him, but he didn't bring her with him. "
"Does he have anything to do with us?" Ayesha asked.
"Of course, to put it simply," Jiang Chen smiled. "We solve the Syrian problem for Russia, and the KGB will 'replace' the Colombian president for us. It just so happens that I have a little friendship with someone in the Middle East. He can help me introduce a Syrian general and provide a shortcut to Syria from the Persian Gulf to avoid the UA's eyes. "
Because of the Ares incident, the relationship between Xin and the UA suddenly took a 90-degree turn from the Cold War to the edge of ambiguity. How long this ambiguous relationship could last would depend on who was sitting in the White House next time and giving orders.
During this time, the UA would not take the initiative to attack Celestial Trade, but Celestial Trade should not provoke the UA. If this ambiguous relationship was maintained until Joseph Kennedy was elected, who knew if there would be another member of the Earth Defense Alliance?
It was best to avoid the option of war.
What's more …
Jiang Chen paused, looked at Ayesha, and smiled.
"And, don't you want to help your hometown?"
Ayesha held Jiang Chen's arm, shook her head gently, and smiled gently.
"That's not my hometown. Your shoulder is my hometown."
The gentle light hidden in those deep blue eyes, even if it was an inadvertent touch, could make one's heart palpitate uncontrollably.
However, facing the unreserved gentleness, Jiang Chen's heart could not relax.
Back then, he had taken her away from the desert, removed her tattered headscarf, and brought her into a secular, civilized society. She had seen a world that she had only seen in her imagination, and she had converted to atheism.
However, even after so many years, she could not completely walk out of the shadow of her hometown.
After all, for a girl who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, her parents died tragically in front of her, and she was beheaded and dismembered by militants of a different religion. She passed through the battlefront of hunger, disease, and death alone … such a memory could no longer be described with the word cruel.
She had always chosen to forget and fill the empty part of her heart with another tall and admirable figure.
It had been the same for the past five years.
Jiang Chen did not intend to remind her of those bad memories, he just wanted to do something for her.
Even the power of the Gaia civilization could not make a dead person climb out of the grave.
Perhaps a peaceful and prosperous hometown would make her feel a little better.
It was the only thing he could do for her.
And now, the time was ripe.
Jiang Chen rubbed the chestnut-colored hair, leaned close to her ear, and whispered.
"Then just treat it as doing it for me."
Ayesha's small hand gently covered the warm big hand. She lowered her eyes and nodded meekly.
"Mhmm."
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