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It seemed like he was quite enjoying the situation. Little did he know that it was precisely the United States’ lack of progress that gave them a reason to relax. Look, the U.S. is doing nothing, so it’s not my incapability.

Evening.

Returning to the room.

The call from the higher-ups came through; it was morning in the United States.

"How was the first day?"

"A heavy task ahead," Bluem replied.

"Do you have confidence?"

"I do." Bluem wouldn’t dare say otherwise.

"Good. Unlike other places, many of our tasks can’t proceed smoothly over there. The most critical issue is that Ling is extremely tricky, and many conventional methods simply don’t work."

"I understand."

"This call is to assign you a task: it’s the equipment sales mission that Annesley failed to complete. It’s now in your hands. Do all you can, or neither of us will be able to explain ourselves."

Ah, selling equipment again?

Bluem had no choice but to accept.

"Understood. I’ll do my best. Is there collaboration?"

"No."

"..."

That ’NO.’

As curt as the response from the adjutant.

Collaboration?

They had tried it before.

Getting India to conduct a ’miss-fire.’

But in the end, it backfired, exposing internal conflicts there, leading to the CIA being dragged into the mess, exposing multiple agents, and even involving several major U.S. security departments.

That scene.

Utter chaos.

A large number of key security department positions were reshuffled, resulting in complete disarray. And now India is introducing Myanmar’s transcription fluid, so it’s nearly impossible to spark tensions here. Using this to create an intense situation proves difficult.

As for asking Thailand to assist.

Thailand is unlikely to agree.

For a simple reason.

Ling has money.

If you, the United States, ignite a fire, Ling will buy equipment—doesn’t that make him even stronger? Thailand already has numerous powerful neighbors; unless they’re utterly foolish, there’s no way they’d cooperate with the U.S.

Offer massive benefits?

But no matter how significant the benefits.

It’s unlikely Thailand would tolerate a Ling that’s overrun with armament purchases.

Bluem’s superiors have long aimed to strategize against Ling to secure benefits for the U.S., but the other party is impervious to pressure, lacks no funds, and is politically fortified. He seemingly holds no discernible personal interests, making the endeavor truly difficult.

With other countries.

You could still support their enemies to pose a threat.

But Ling’s enemies?

Kundun remains imprisoned.

Lang Cai has lost all influence. Previously, there was the military, but they’ve since aligned with Ling, reaping greater gains. The pathway of infiltrating Ling’s opposition is utterly blocked.

Public opinion?

The idea crossed their minds.

But here, the internet and media regulation are even stricter than in Huaxia; external public opinion forces simply can’t penetrate. As a result, no matter how much Western media smears Ling’s reputation, it scarcely affects him.

"Show me your capability."

"Understood."

The communication ended.

Bluem pondered.

The first day.

He couldn’t be too hard on himself.

Returning to the room.

He collapsed onto the bed and slept.

Resting well to recharge for tomorrow’s scheduled press conference.

...

The next morning.

At dawn.

Xin’an City.

West Suburbs.

The guesthouse of Myanmar Environmental Technology Company.

Comparable to standard hotels, with equally high standards—mostly used for business receptions related to company operations. Otherwise, if the external hotels were fully booked, visiting delegates might find themselves without accommodations.

Fourth Floor.

Inside a double room.

Rong Ying slowly opened her eyes, took a moment to recall where she was—Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group had sent an invitation to Sina, and she was fortunate enough to be dispatched by Leng Mu, accompanied by a trainee journalist.

"Little Qian."

"Mm? It’s daylight?"

"What do you think? Stop lazing in bed."

"Oh."

After washing up.

They headed to the first-floor restaurant.

The complimentary breakfast was quite good. Little Qian ate joyfully, while Rong Ying remained composed. Having tasted meals from Tang Qing’s family, other places’ delicacies might as well just be the same.

She made do with the food.

Looking around.

She spotted many familiar media representatives.

Xinhua News Agency.

Reporters from People’s Daily were present too. Rong Ying was a bit puzzled—why would a single nation invite so many media channels, even including Sohu and NetEase? This was gearing up to be something big.

Upon noticing Rong Ying.

Several acquaintances approached her.

"Such lavishness."

"They’ve got money; feeding a few reporters hardly matters."

"What do you think they’ll announce this time?"

"Must be something significant."

"Obviously."

"It’s a pity we can’t buy stocks. Otherwise, I’d want to snag a few."

"You dabble in stocks?"

"Lost big last year. But I can guarantee that stocks will skyrocket after this press conference. It’s killing me—Qingyuan Technology, Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group, all those hot sectors can’t be reached. It seems we’ll miss out on Myanmar Environmental Technology Company too."

"If it’s not meant for you, don’t get fixated."

"Why an afternoon press conference?"

"Who knows."

At that moment.

An energetic elderly man entered the restaurant.

"Look, isn’t that Academician Ma?" exclaimed a People’s Daily reporter in a hushed tone upon spotting him.

"You know him?"

"Met him once. He’s an academician from the Chinese Academy of Sciences specializing in microbiology. I interviewed him a month ago when he won a national award."

"Should we go greet him?"

"At least wait until he finishes eating—it’s early morning."

"Fair point."

Beyond Huaxia’s academicians.

Media representatives from other countries also noticed several renowned scientists mingling—many were acquaintances and started chatting. They were invited with air tickets provided, making travel arrangements easier.

Everything was covered.

After breakfast.

Numerous journalists started conducting interviews right within the restaurant—mostly audio-recorded, with occasional photographs. Some were invited upstairs to guest rooms; certain resident media groups were equipped with photo gear.

Rong Ying, who carried only a small camera.

Didn’t join the frenzy.

After finishing breakfast.

"Let’s go—take a stroll. We didn’t venture far yesterday; let’s check out the city today."

"Sounds great."

Exiting the guesthouse.

They inquired at the reception desk and directly boarded a bus heading to the city.

"Electric bus?"

"By the looks of it, it’s from Tang Family’s electric vehicle company."

"It really is."

Rong Ying recalled that Tang Kai’s company indeed featured electric buses in its product lineup. However, these hadn’t yet been marketed domestically. The reasons weren’t complicated—high costs and slow charging times.

Far slower than refueling or gas stations.

"I haven’t seen so many foreigners before."

"You’ll grow accustomed to it eventually."

At the city center.

The two roamed curiously, capturing multiple photos—everything seemed like potential content. They thought of producing a dedicated series, but it didn’t feel aligned with their department’s business focus. Comet Group excelled in genres like these.

Reflecting on this.

They abandoned thoughts of transferring departments; otherwise, next time they faced Tang Qing, they’d likely bow even lower.

...

Afternoon.

At the guesthouse.

A large coach bus took Rong Ying to the venue of today’s press conference. She recalled seeing previous news releases—the Solid Locking Solution was unveiled here, along with transcription fluid.

The significance lay in the location.

"Look, isn’t that Bluem over there?" Little Qian pointed excitedly.

Rong Ying followed her gaze.

It really was.

Yesterday.

The news had shown Bluem presenting diplomatic credentials, highlighting his distinctive appearance. He was easy to recognize. Nearby, Rong Ying also spotted Huaxia’s envoy Sun Jiang conversing with Bluem.

...

In the front row.

Bluem exchanged polite pleasantries with Sun Jiang.

From his observations.

Sun Jiang seemed to enjoy the best circumstances among envoys. The two neighboring countries maintained great relations, reaching broad agreements on collaborative efforts, while Huaxia undertook key Myanmar projects.

Bluem was aware.

When it comes to costs, the U.S. couldn’t compete. American companies loved staffing management teams in foreign countries and subcontracting work. But this model faced increasing challenges with Huaxia.

They had begun acquiring technical know-how.

Cost suppression.

It left American firms struggling.

Previously, profits were easily siphoned from Huaxia; nowadays, it’s growing harder. Recently, financial collaborations, stock market connections—Bluem struggled to fathom Huaxia’s ulterior motives.

Emphasis on financial security.

Blocking direct banking entry.

But opening stock markets seemed calculated as if expecting to feast on opportunities.

After some small talk.

Sun Jiang moved on to converse with several Huaxia academicians and scholars before returning to his seat to observe the platform. His curiosity gnawed as discussions buzzed about every angle imaginable. One thing was certain—something related to the environment would be announced.

But wasn’t that obvious?

The company specialized in environmental technology.

Elsewhere.

Bluem happily accepted an interview with an American media outlet.

Their broadcast was live.

"Mr. Bluem, do you know what product will be unveiled during this press conference?"

"I haven’t been informed yet."

The reporter subtly frowned.

A press conference was about to begin, yet you, as a diplomat, are clueless. Why are you even here? We’re trying to boost viewership. Your ignorance doesn’t help our live stream—it costs us money!

"..."

The reporter’s expression.

Made Bluem realize he’d been looked down on again.