Chapter 979: Chapter 46: The human heart is always the most complex
The Four Seas Comrce Guild is a chamber of comrce alliance composed of overseas Chinese from North and South Arica, as well as Chinese descendants from Southeast Asia.
The guild wields powerful influence, possessing its independent fleet and ard vessels, treating the entire Pacific Ocean as their own inland sea, dominating all international trade in Pacific Rim countries.
From battleships and artillery to pig bristles and tung oil, there is no business they shy away from or dare not undertake. The annual revenue and profit, without even thinking, is astronomically high.
With such a grand piece of ‘fat at’ plainly placed before everyone, if one were to attribute the guild’s prosperity to the wisdom of Chinese people or the comrcial ethics of the Western world, it would be nothing short of naive… no, incredibly foolish.
It endured a lot of hard struggle and bloodshed back in those days.
However, because of the disappearance of its leader, Lin Canglan, this part of history is shrouded in mystery and has likely been twisted into so unknown form. Even Li Mumu, born and raised in Cypher City, couldn’t articulate it clearly, only knowing that the Four Seas Comrce Guild was divided into several factions internally.
Cypher is an abbreviation for San Francisco, also known as San Francisco. Decades ago, the Federal Railway Company employed a large number of Chinese laborers to construct railways from this point, and after completion, a large Chinese population remained there.
Tiann people never liked going out from a young age, let alone venturing abroad to places without even traditional pancakes to establish careers, thus their presence overseas is negligible.
People like Li Mumu’s grandfather were quite rare. It’s said that when they first arrived, not only couldn’t they understand the foreign language, but even the Chinese dialect spoken by fellow villagers was incomprehensible.
Their accent was distinctly from the South.
Therefore, even if the Four Seas Comrce Guild wanted to return to their roots, their first choice wouldn’t be Tiann, as Tiann City isn’t much closer to their old ho than Cypher City is.
Forced relationships never end sweetly; it’s conceivable that trouble would arise sooner or later.
But this isn’t sothing Wang Yunxiao needs to consider right now.
If the sky falls, the taller ones will hold it up. Veronica, as the Archbishop of the Qianjin Church, takes the lead. Perhaps considering the cultural and religious shock from the return of Four Seas Comrce Guild, the forr Archbishop, Theresa, prioritized combat power as the foremost consideration for her successor.
Adequate combat power ensures you can calmly sit and listen to her preach.
“Your uncle… no, your brother Mu Yushu approached a few days ago to help solve so family matters, and I wanted to hear your opinion.”
“Family matters? Refers to the Iron Blood Society issues, right?”
“You know?”
“I don’t, I don’t hang out with them, I’ve been practicing on this side of the church.”
Veronica showed little concern for the dostic matters of King Mu’s Mansion since prior to this, the Mu family never regarded her as one of their own.
“But when I returned ho for the new year, I overheard them discussing it. What kind of shenanigans have they stirred up again?”
Wang Yunxiao briefly explained the issue about God’s Blood to her.
As a participant in the last campaign against the Blood Cup Sect, Veronica imdiately understood the situation.
“The principle of this thing isn’t complicated; the hard part is the technology. If the Blood Cup Sect could figure it out, why would they have spread those experintal notes then?”
“But didn’t they create a Lilith who seems quite normal?”
“What they want isn’t a normal Lilith.”
A poor family buys a house, buys a car, and feels satisfied with their life. Saying such things to a rich man is nothing but an insult to him.
The Blood Cup Sect aims to create a god, not an ordinary school-attending, book-reading Lilith fighting with bald monks.
What is a god?
To put it simply, a god is a wish machine.
Don’t say foreigners resist this notion; if foreigners all believed in Jesus’ turn-the-other-cheek theory, there wouldn’t be so many new sects.
“Such a suspicious dicine, the old man certainly won’t take it, and he doesn’t need to.”
Veronica shook her head. “I heard a baseless, yet widely believed, saying at ho—the old man, having fought on battlefields with myriad scars, would have died long ago if it were anyone else. He is still alive perhaps because Mu Yanling transfused her blood to extend his life before her ascension.”
“Mu Yanling’s blood?”
“True dragon blood. The so-called God’s Blood produced by foreigners is rely nad so; they haven’t seen the real God. Our Dragon Maiden existed before her ascension, inheriting a history of several thousand years. According to Western esoteric standards, its mystique is several levels higher than God’s Blood.”
“So what you’re implying is…”
“Maybe they want to acquire this technology and refine the old man?”
Veronica half-jokingly said.
Well… as absurd as it sounds, the world never lacks absurd things and people.
Seeing Wang Yunxiao genuinely contemplating its possibility, Veronica quickly gestured. “I’m joking, they’re not that insane. But from knowing them, they probably want to replicate another Mu Yanling.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Do you know the difference between Mu Yanling and Xu Ziwei?”
“How could I know, do you think I’m so big shot?”
“Sa here, Mu Yanling ascended before I was born, but as my dad told , Mu Yanling belonged to the conservative faction loyal to the old Imperial Court.”
Veronica leaned in close to Wang Yunxiao and whispered, “I’m telling you this privately, don’t go blabbing to others. Dostically, so folks don’t like the President’s current policies, feeling she’s too radical.”
People beco less sensitive with age, find food bland, struggle with vigor, and start leaning conservative.
The young’s desire and pursuit of the unknown strike them as radical.
You find ice-cold cola refreshing and exhilarating, your grandfather finds it prickly sugary water.
The President’s current reform policies, in Wang Yunxiao’s eyes as a transmigrator, are necessary.
But for those used to the previous slow-paced life, these policies seem like a drunken madman racing down the road, stomping the accelerator to the floor.
It’s too fast; they can’t adjust.
With a new governnt established and the nation stable and thriving, can’t they take it easy so those of us who fought alongside can relax for a few years?
Of course, this is just Veronica’s individual conjecture.
It might be the opposite, so might think the President has beco lax, lacking the previous zeal.
The human heart is complex; you can’t please everyone.
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