560: Chapter 92: Not a Single Light in the Dark Tunnel_3 560: Chapter 92: Not a Single Light in the Dark Tunnel_3 And Mi’er saw even more; she seed to see the inevitable failure of Arica’s future.
Having received the best elite education, Temir was very clear that behind the high-speed trains lay a systemically terrifying engineering project, and Hua Country seed to be doing very well.
This made her feel quite unhappy, she didn’t like Arica, nor was she patriotic, but she disliked Hua Country even more—for her, Hua Country was a very foreign nation.
“I didn’t expect you to be a patriot, ha, Mi’er, interesting.”
CEO Cheng didn’t have much of a reaction; he thought Temir needed to accept reality.
“No, I just feel a sense of powerlessness, honey, you probably can’t understand.
The Caramakris family originated from Ancient Greece, entering the Senate during the monarchical era.
Later, when the New Roman Empire was established in Constantinople, the Caramakris had already obtained ecclesiastical authority at the Council of Nicaea, long before the New Roman Empire.
Afterward, my ancestors had marital ties with the Sultan, were friends with chieftains of the Northern Barbarians, and, due to the endless holy wars, the Caramakris were forced to scatter to every corner of the world.
Our family and religion, civilization itself, are tightly bound, through more than a thousand years of ups and downs; we’ve changed mainlines several tis but never truly fell to the bottom.
But now…
Chan, Hua Country is Noah’s Ark sailing towards the future, but Hua Country’s civilization is self-contained; we, the old passengers of Western civilization, can’t get a ticket to Hua Country’s ship.
Perhaps this is also the reason they spare no effort in opposing Hua Country.
I don’t know, is OC’s bet on Hua Country considered a choice made before the dust has settled?”
Cheng Daqi did not understand Mi’er’s strange thoughts.
“Mi’er, it seems you have a misunderstanding.
Your family’s historical legacy is great, and it’s impressive, but it has nothing to do with your choices, you can’t gain wealth by extolling history.
The so-called past glory, family inheritance, noble mission—if you can’t view these clearly, they might beco shackles that constrain your actions.
What’s wrong with you today?
You’re not usually this downcast?”
The dark-haired wealthy woman leaned on CEO Cheng’s shoulder, reaching out to touch the chanical watch on Cheng Daqi’s hand.
“A precise chanical watch requires many components, from the escapent wheel to the balance wheel, then to the hairspring and the barrel.
Its complexity and beauty are like the world itself.
The more complex it is, the more fragile; the more precise, the more expensive.
But in this era, it’s a useless ornant.
Precision, expensive, complex, fragility are not problems.
The problem is—they all appear together.
The civilization I belong to is sick, but I am powerless to save it.
In fact, I seem very odd right now, a person like to have a day when I would feel resentful about such things.
The prosperity of Hua Country makes feel powerless, and the smiling faces of the people of Hua Country make anxious.
The cities here are too beautiful, the people too united and too smart.
Even I, have been conquered by your intelligence and courage, haven’t I?”
Temir Kalamakris’s gaze was distant and empty.
She could see through the lies of Western culture, so she knew what the truth was.
This world is a jungle of survival of the fittest.
Apart from so rounds during the Cold War, the so-called ideals and values between nations have always been re tools.
At the end of it all, it’s economic power that matters in the fight.
As a mber of Arica’s top capitalist shareholders and having witnessed the prosperity of Hua Country, Mi’er painfully realized that Arica could not win.
“Do you want to comfort you?”
“No, I just want to talk to you, Chan, you’re so adorable, so I want to talk to you.”
CEO Cheng pointed to the scenes flashing by outside the high-speed train window and said.
“Look, do you see those buildings with blue or red roofs, they are Hua Country’s small factories.”
“What does this represent?
Can they create economic value?”
“Yes, they make money.
Don’t think about those far-reaching, intangible things.
Maybe your usual way of doing things was too down-to-earth, and suddenly dipping into vast nothingness today, you can’t adjust your mindset.”
Cheng Daqi understood Temir’s current state—she was purely idle.
“Actually, there’s not so much aning and glory.
The Senate in history might have just been a rural club for all we know.
Making money is what’s important.
It’s no use putting so much distant and irrelevant pressure on yourself; it won’t help you solve your Achilles problem.”
The dark-haired wealthy woman understood CEO Cheng’s aning, and she smiled, lifting her head mischievously.
“Chan, let’s push the rock together and crush that jerk Achilles.
You want to hear the sound of the rock falling down the cliff, I want to hear the sound of the rock crushing Achilles.”
CEO Cheng did not know how to respond to Mi’er’s words for a mont.
“Let’s sleep a bit; there’s still more than two hours of the journey left.”
Seeing CEO Cheng close his eyes in a flash, the dark-haired wealthy woman felt like hamring soone, but considering the man had also been on the move all day, she ultimately didn’t have the heart to follow through.
She cast her blue eyes out of the window again, just as the train entered a tunnel.
In the dark tunnel, devoid of any light, Temir reached out, touching where she had just stood a coin.
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