After he left the ground command center, Jiang Chen took a helicopter back to Future Building on Coro Island.
When he stepped on the tarmac on the roof, he returned to the office.
Jiang Chen leaned back in his chair and picked up the documents on the table. At this time, Ayesha's figure appeared behind him. She gently placed her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it.
Jiang Chen's mouth curved, then he flipped through the document about Hua Heavy Industries' application to rent a space station interface. "Is there any new information in Europe?"
Ayesha shook her head with some regret.
"We're a step late. Glenn Krupp is dead. His body was seen by a farmer in the farm equipment warehouse on a farm on the outskirts of Frankfurt the morning before yesterday. He was shot in the chest, and no one knows why he was there. Now the head of the Krupp family is his younger brother – Leon Krupp. "
If there was anyone who could organize Carmen, it was probably the Krupp family representing the Prussian aristocracy. Their achievements in the industrial field were equivalent to Rothschild's in finance. Since the Prussian era, whether it was a large factory or a handicraft workshop, they all liked to put the Krupp logo on the barrel to indicate that they used high-quality gun steel from Krupp, which showed their far-reaching influence.
Not everyone liked to see Europe move towards unity, or most people didn't want to see this day.
The Rothschild family could manipulate the new far-right regimes in various countries and influence the thinking of some people through the media, but they couldn't avoid the Krupp family, who was born in the traditional Prussian aristocracy, and Glenn Krupp, who was the Duke of Prussia.
In Jiang Chen's plan, if he could win over Glenn Krupp, he should be able to disintegrate the Freemasonry from the inside, thus aborting the Rothschild family's plan. But now it seemed that Carmen wasn't stupid enough to let go of the hidden danger around him. He killed Glenn Krupp before the Ghost Agents found him.
Jiang Chen pinched his eyebrows with a headache.
At this moment, his watch vibrated.
He opened the holographic screen and saw that it was a long-distance call from Moscow.
After Jiang Chen paused for a moment, he pressed the answer button.
"Hello?"
"It's me," Natasha said.
"I'm relieved to hear your voice. It seems that you didn't encounter any mishaps in Ukraine." Jiang Chen joked.
"I'm very busy right now, I don't have time to joke around." Natasha took a deep breath and said, "There is something I … or Russia would like to discuss with you."
Jiang Chen gently tapped on the table.
"Go ahead, I'm listening."
"It's not convenient for me to disclose the details over the phone. There will be an important person who will discuss this with you in detail … If it's convenient, can you come to Moscow?"
…
The headquarters of the European Union was located in Brussels, Belgium. Since a week ago, when the EU foreign ministers announced the establishment of the controversial EU integration resolution, reporters and protesters from all over the EU had gathered here …
And today, because of a special meeting, the heads of government of many EU countries gathered here. In order to avoid accidents, Belgium even dispatched the famous Army Special Operations Brigade (SFG) to be responsible for security. With the cooperation of the riot police, the Belgian police successfully dispersed the protesters blocking the entrance of the EU headquarters, ensuring that the high-level meeting was successfully carried out to the end.
After the meeting, with the bodyguards clearing the way, Chancellor Peter, the leader of the New Choice Party, walked through the reporters with a serious face. Although there were bodyguards blocking the way, the microphones still reached out one after another. The police dared to drive away the mob, but they really didn't have the guts to drive away the reporters.
"Mr. Prime Minister, in what form will the EU integration take?" A British reporter asked.
"It will be launched as soon as possible, before our economic situation and employment rate get worse."
"Many domestic political forces in the EU have expressed opposition, including conservative groups in Frankberg. What choice will the New Choice Party make in the future?" A reporter from a Frankberg TV station asked.
"We will make them trust me," Peter said patiently.
"Does the UK have any opinions on the EU's integration?" A reporter from a Belgian newspaper asked.
"Their opinions are not important. This is a European matter, not a British matter. They have left the EU, and we have no plans to let them come back. "
"How will EU integration help Greece and other countries get rid of the debt crisis? Will the integration of the EU's territory make the economically backward member states further drag down Frankberg's economy?" A reporter from the UA asked.
"We will come up with an effective plan to let the unemployed find jobs instead of squandering the euros borrowed from our bank …"
"…"
After finally getting rid of the troublesome reporter, Peter let out a sigh of relief and got into the black limousine.
The journey was no more than 50 meters, but it made him feel as tired as if he had just finished a marathon.
Yes, tired.
The New Choice Party was regarded as inheriting the mantle of the far-right party NPD because of its proposals such as "leaving the eurozone", "restoring border control", and "shooting refugees". But now, instead of fulfilling their campaign promises, they overturned everything they had promised and chose to join hands with France to establish a unified EU.
He was not the only one who opposed it, but many voters who voted for them in the beginning.
He didn't know why he was standing here and voting for a proposal he didn't agree with at all. But in his current position, many things were no longer up to him.
The New Choice Party was not the Christian Democratic Party. They were too young. They had only been in power for a few years and had not accumulated enough capital to negotiate with the major European consortiums. The political power in their hands was simply vulnerable to the capital of the Rothschild consortium.
Perhaps the former Merkel had the confidence to challenge that man, but he was not Merkel. He was just a puppet supported by the Rothschild family. The same puppets were almost everywhere in the Federal Parliament, every corner of the New Choice Party, and even the army.
If he dared to show any dissent, stepping down was probably the most dignified ending.
He had to admit, although he didn't know how far this EU integration resolution would go and how long it would last, the man named Carmen had completed half of the great feat that Napoleon, William II, and Hitler had failed to accomplish.
He even began to regret the choice he had made in the beginning …
When Peter got into the car, an old man in a suit had been sitting in the car waiting for a long time.
Seeing the Chancellor of Germany, the old man nodded slightly to show respect.
After the door closed, Peter cleared his throat and spoke.
"The resolution to take back the right of the central banks of the eurozone in the European Central Bank system has been passed. The next step is for the European Central Bank to control the central banks and gradually take back the right to issue the euro from the EU countries …"
"You did a good job." The old man smiled slightly, "Did anyone vote against it?"
The feeling of being stared at by a poisonous snake made Peter's breathing slightly stagnate, but he quickly returned to normal and shook his head.
"No one objected except for two abstentions."
The old man nodded with a smile.
Out of anxiety about the fate of the country, Peter asked, "Do you think this is really good?"
When the old man looked over, he quickly added, "I mean, from an economic perspective, centralizing the issuance of the euro may increase the economic burden of countries such as Greece, Italy, and Portugal …"
The old man just smiled and didn't answer the question.
"The EU will be more dynamic than ever, both economically and in influence."
Peter shrugged, looked away, and didn't speak again.
For a moment, he had the illusion that the entrepreneur or butler trained by the Rothschild consortium was more like a politician …
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