Chapter 2009 - 2009: 2009

Of course, by the time things had reached this point, with an incident like Lanlan Yang's blowing up, Liu Zhizhong had finally come to understand a few things completely.

The mighty Sky Dragon Clan monopolized all the wealth and resources of the Great East Pot.

Who wouldn't want this kind of monopoly and advantage to be kept and passed down for generations?

So the system of the Great East Pot, this current one, had to be constantly maintained, constantly reinforced, that's the only way!

For the cattle, horses, and sheep, is this a good thing?

No, this is only the beginning of suffering, and it will only get worse and worse.

No wonder, in the propaganda of the Great East Pot, they always say: this is a nation with thousands of years of resilience and endurance; no matter how foreign tribes invade and bully it, it will always exist, and can even assimilate those foreigners, letting them blend in as new blood; the Great East Hua Nation is the most capable of bearing hardship and toil, good at working diligently and struggling, daring to set off toward happiness.

In reality, "resilience" just means "servility," okay? The more hardship you can bear, the more endless hardship you'll have.

Anything that makes money has nothing to do with the cattle and horses~~~

Of course, in the following days, in the political arena of the Wale Republic, the incident of Lanlan Yang was also a hot topic.

This was true across the global stage as well.

In less than two days, this kind of news finally climbed over the wall and spread back to the Great East Pot, and the entire internet there went up in flames.

Countless people were waiting every day for the outcome, waiting for Lanlan Yang's identity to be exposed, yet it never was.

Some Housekeeper media in certain places even released related news, but all of it was deleted within less than two hours.

The smart, sharp-nosed netizens took screenshots and saved them, but what damn use was that?

The incident just kept getting bigger and bigger. And the water looked deeper and deeper.

People as clear-eyed as Liu Zhizhong had long since seen through it.

Because a few days later, a mining company in Tuo Country received an absolutely astonishing loan from a Great East Pot bank—nearly a thousand "small goals."

At the same time, the Great East Pot's ban on Tuo Country's agricultural products was suddenly lifted; quotas for beef and apples were the first to be opened up.

The entire Great East Pot meat-net was in an uproar, all rushing to thank Lanlan Yang—if it weren't for Princess Lanlan's efforts, how could the petty people of the Great East Pot ever get to eat genuine Tuo Country beef and apples? Hahaha…

Of course, the head bodyguard of Lanlan Yang was also dragged out alive; that identity was really anything but simple, which made her own identity look even less simple.

Even Liu Zhizhong could see the clues in all this, but he didn't press too hard with questions. Doing so would have made him seem a bit too gossip-minded.

A woman with that kind of identity would obviously have an impact on politics.

And whether it was the politicians of the Great East Pot or the political seats in Tuo Country, they all knew the scale of this matter, and all knew that some things could be used as bargaining chips.

As for the public's right to know, sometimes it's not that important. What matters is that what you do can ensure fairness and welfare for the people—who cares what moves you pulled between yourselves?

It was only a week after the incident that Ye Bingyu got in touch with Liu Zhizhong.

Because her current post had changed—on the surface she'd come to Valle with the Princess of the Gu Family, but in reality she was the supreme commander of intelligence operations in Southwest Asia, a status that was quite illustrious.

It was just that since Gu Yan wasn't coming for the time being, she didn't come either.

Liu Zhizhong's longing for Ms. Bingyu was just like Ms. Bingyu's longing for him; it was mutual—once they connected and sent messages, both of them would feel that intense sense of anticipation.

And in this call, Ye Bingyu said with a bit of playfulness, "Guess where I am right now?"

Hearing that the sound on her end was a bit enclosed, Liu Zhizhong said, "You should be in some kind of sealed room, right?"

"Correct. Let me have you listen to another sound."

After a while, Liu Zhizhong heard the sound of waves and the cries of seagulls, and couldn't help laughing, "Oh, so you're at sea? Have you come to Valle, about to sail into the inland river?"

"No, I'm on the 866 destroyer."

Ye Bingyu dropped this sentence lightly, stunning Liu Zhizhong.

"Huh? My woman is this badass? You can come and go freely on the 866 destroyer they brag about as being able to shoulder an aircraft carrier? Where are you sailing now?"

This kind of large destroyer had been puffed up for a long time as the Great East Pot's secret weapon, supposedly far ahead of everyone.

But with Ye Bingyu on board, her communications weren't under surveillance, and she was contacting Liu Zhizhong using the Wale Republic's encrypted communications satellite.

Ye Bingyu smiled and said, "Normal. With my identity, coming up here is very casual. Right now we're already sailing in the South Pacific, three hundred kilometers from Tuo Country."

"Damn…"

Liu Zhizhong was startled, and suddenly thought of something. "Is Princess Lanlan going back to the country? And my Ms. Bingyu is personally going to pick her up? Taking the 866 destroyer?"

Ye Bingyu chuckled and said, "Seems like you know a bit too much?"

"Heh…"

Liu Zhizhong just laughed it off. "Looks like I guessed right!"

"Whether you did or not, anyway she's over there drinking coffee right now, temporarily lying low for a while. My mission is to go pick her up and bring her back."

"Alright, got it. Bon voyage! Hehe… Of course it'll be smooth—both sides have long been in communication… Honestly, I'm not that concerned about this. What I care about isn't her identity, but you and my wife; you two matter more than she does, more than the truth does!"

Hearing something like that, how could Ye Bingyu not be moved, not feel her heart utterly delighted?

"You… this is exactly how you've bewitched me to death. Oh right, when autumn comes, Gu Yan and I will head to Valle. At that time, my dad is going to come in person to see you and go fishing with you. Are you going to host him?"

"Uh… Uncle Ye…"

Liu Zhizhong was extremely excited, his voice even catching a little.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I haven't seen him in so long. Sigh… I miss him a lot—how could I not host him?"

What Liu Zhizhong said came straight from his heart, not the slightest bit fake.

He already understood that his own identity still hadn't stayed hidden; Ye Tianming already knew.

But he also believed Uncle Ye was someone with a strong sense of right and wrong, who wouldn't go blabbing everywhere.

Ye Bingyu said, "You're pretty good at handling people and things, but with my father, you haven't treated him quite right."

"Huh? Ms. Bingyu, how can you say that?"

"You 'died,' and my dad was heartbroken for nearly two years. You never contacted him; even when you were doing private visits among the people back in the country, you didn't get in touch with him. Tell me, was that the right thing to do? In the end I had to explain it to him and even make him swear to keep your secret. Hmph…"

"Aiya, my bad, my bad—this one's on me, I was wrong. I'll properly make it up to him when the time comes, alright?"

"Mm, that's more like it. So, here's something: in two days, the 866 destroyer is going to dock at your Valle military port for maintenance and to top up on fuel. You won't have any objections, will you?"