"The UA needs two rulers, one to rule the White House and one to rule Wall Street."
"However, the situation in North America is different from Moro, Madagascar, and Colombia. It is also very different from Xin. For our long-term interests, it is too risky for us to foster a 'dictator'. Letting him control the power of the entire North America will make his ambitions exceed our control. So what we need is a group of smart and reliable political families and financial plutocrats to rule the White House and Wall Street, not someone. "
"They and their descendants will occupy a position that is far higher than that of ordinary people in the political and economic fields of this country with the nepotism of their families and the political and economic resources that they have accumulated themselves. Also, their interests are closely related to ours to ensure their absolute loyalty."
"In this way, even if their voters elect a 'wrong' president a hundred years later, he will not be able to move an inch in Congress, and his decrees will not be able to leave the White House. In the end, it will be amended by our rules."
"We will assist the people of the UA to amend the Constitution and give Congress more powers, such as returning the power to declare war to the hands of Congress, such as making the president's issues require more votes to pass Congress, such as amending the anti-monopoly law. After the war, the UA will be more 'democratic' than before, and it will be easier for us to control … "
In the study room of the Xin Embassy in New York, Jiang Chen was chatting with Zhang Yaping about the post-war arrangements.
"A hundred years later?" Zhang Yaping smiled. "After a hundred years, your blueprint for the Earth Federation can't be realized?"
A hundred years was still too long for the human lifespan. If possible, Zhang Yaping did not intend to think so far ahead. At most, he would be in the position of president for three more terms before he was ready to retire.
"A hundred years? Not even fifty years, "Jiang Chen smiled. "Even if the Earth Federation is established, we do not intend to interfere too much with the domestic affairs of the member states of the federation, but we can talk about this later."
"Well, let's put this problem aside for now. How are you going to foster those obedient political families … and financial plutocrats?" Zhang Yaping shrugged. "Use ready-made ones? I'm afraid it's not easy to control. Promote from scratch? I'm afraid those upstarts won't be to your liking. "
"The war has just ended, and many places need to be rebuilt, especially Capital and New York. It's up to the US government to decide who gets to share this cake, but ultimately, it's still us who have the final say. "
Speaking of this, Jiang Chen looked up at the clock on the wall and smiled. "There is a banquet tonight. B City Consortium's Loki is here to welcome me. The entire upper class of North America will participate in it. I plan to take this opportunity to meet the future ruler of this continent and arrange who should share this cake. "
…
In the mountains of Colorado, at the entrance of a cave covered by a dark green camouflage cloth, soldiers in jungle camouflage were patrolling with the help of quad-rotor drones.
Most of the people were from Colorado, but there were also people from Texas, Utah, New Mexico, and Ohio. These states were inland states that were overflowing with guns. It was difficult to get a semi-automatic rifle elsewhere, but for these states, there were even people who kept heavy machine guns and mortars in their backyards.
Since the colonial era, the people living here were famous for being tough, and it was the same now.
They called themselves the rebels, did not admit defeat, and did not recognize the so-called surrender agreement. Even if Mike Pence's incident had shaken the faith of many people, their faith had not been shaken. Everyone gathered together for the same goal, which was to drive away Celestial Trade.
Not only did the grumpy rednecks come from Texas, but there were also patriots from California. It was the electronics engineers from Silicon Valley who helped them design the drones and the DIY exoskeleton equipment.
Although they were defeated, they also learned a lot from Celestial Trade. For example, how to apply high technology cleverly to war.
Recently, their days were not easy. Celestial Trade's troops had suppressed the rebellion in Texas. It turned out that the militia formed by the rednecks was not much smarter than the regular army. The stronghold of the rebels in Texas had been destroyed, and the mob scattered. Some people chose to give up, and some fled to Colorado to find hope. Now they could only break up and hide in the mountains between Colorado and Utah to survive their revolution.
Because it was the only place where they could barely avoid Celestial Trade's satellites.
A Hummer slowly drove into the mountains and stopped in front of a sentry post. Several militias walked out from the shadows of the woods on the side and aimed their M-series rifles at the driver sitting in the car.
"I mean no harm." Pushing open the door, a man in a black suit stepped out and looked at the militia leader. "You see, I don't have any weapons on me."
The militia leader looked suspiciously at the man in black in front of him, then patted his comrade standing next to him.
"Jero, go search his pockets."
"Okay."
The man with the flag on his arm stepped forward, searched the man in black a few times, then turned around and shook his head at Oliver.
"Okay, man, what's your name? You should know that there is a war here." After he signaled Jero to step down, Oliver walked in front of the man in black and looked him up and down. "With all due respect, you really don't look like you're here to join us."
Although he couldn't tell what brand the suit was, it obviously didn't look cheap. And this modified Hummer, it wouldn't be easy to get it without half a million USD.
"Of course, your situation doesn't seem to be very good." The man in black smiled.
"So you're here to laugh at us?" Oliver raised his eyebrows, and his eyes didn't look friendly.
"On the contrary, we want to improve your situation. After all, there aren't many people willing to stand up and sweat for this country." With that said, the man in black took out a name card from his pocket and handed it to Oliver. "My master is willing to help you."
"Help? Who's your master? "Oliver took the name card and looked at it before he furrowed his brows." Kayn Jay? "
"You don't need to know, and I won't say." The man in black shook his head and took out a photo and a map from his pocket. "I threw them on the hood of the car."
"This is …"
"The place marked with a red cross on this map has the equipment you need, identity documents, and enough cash. And this photo shouldn't be unfamiliar to you. The president of Celestial Trade – Jiang Chen. Last night, he arrived at JFK Airport and stayed at the Hilton Hotel. At this moment, he is probably drinking with the traitors at the St. Regis Hotel and cheering for the division of the UA. "
The green pupils almost shrank to a point.
Sensing the hatred in Oliver's eyes, the man in black slowly opened his mouth and continued.
"This is a rare opportunity. You know what to do."
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