Chapter 1548 - 504: We Need to Talk_3

Chapter 1548: Chapter 504: We Need to Talk_3

"Lin."

Lucy appeared beside Lin Miao. She had been paying attention to the previous conversation. Although she couldn’t fully understand it, Lucy could feel that the situation was urgent.

"Dong Hui has agreed. The people behind him are willing to meet you, and they’re in Night City, but they only accept a face-to-face meeting."

"Hmm... let’s go meet them."

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Previously concerning the East Country across the sea in the year 2078, Lin Miao maintained a principle of minimal contact and keeping distance, as no one knew exactly what the situation was over there.

If something were to go wrong, not to mention players causing a fuss, just the scrutiny from Dian Niang could get him punched out.

As someone who frequently received warnings from scrutiny, Lin Miao possessed some insight on this matter.

Although he has now received memories of his predecessor regarding that place, those memories are at least thirty years old and extremely chaotic, mostly indescribable content, more explosive than cult content, mentioning it would result in the entire book being banned.

However, over recent years, the situation has improved significantly. After the internal reformation was completed, the East Country here played another hand to resolve those territorial disputes.

They simply scattered money.

Using cash, they bought the land back and then used force to clean things up internally.

This is no joke; with biotechnology, they bought Kazakhstan from Soviet Petrochemical and planted Chun Er. Lin Miao had also thought about the concept of directly buying a state as a base because, in this era, having money allows for great liberties.

So it’s only reasonable and logical for us to buy land back to plant grapes and pineapples, right?

Without the United States hindering us, the rest are our internal affairs, none of your business.

Moreover, the Middle East had been bombed to ruins, many things have calmed down, and this side of East Country is no benevolent image. According to what Lin Miao knows, it’s basically a pig-raising temple with allowances but no heads allowed; very strict internally, externally maintaining the unique Cold War attitude, being the world’s number one troublemaker and tough nut, ready to fight anyone at the slightest dissatisfaction, with a ’don’t mess with us’ attitude.

It’s visible that this side of East Country is a completely different entity from the modern people’s impression of it.

The meeting place was at the seaside of a Hilton hotel on Taiping Continent.

The first stage of construction here has been completed, and many hotels and attractions are operating. Due to the resolved security issues in Night City and the purified coastal water problems, it has become a fairly famous tourist spot, even though there were issues regarding war with Europe. But business is business, and it’s not only Horizon Corporation that holds shares here; Lin Miao is merely one of the shareholders.

The sex dolls provided by Horizon Corporation are unparalleled. You won’t find such flawless girls and services worldwide, and you’re free to indulge, even to the point of ruining them, unleashing your primal desires on them.

As a result, business here is booming, with many rich individuals willing to come for activities like sea fishing.

When Lin Miao saw the person behind Dong Hui on the boat, he couldn’t help but sigh, realizing that stereotypes sometimes hold truth that can’t be changed over decades.

The person was dressed in a Zhongshan suit, short with high-waisted pants, bald with black-framed glasses, appearing to be in his sixties or seventies, sitting on a small stool with a fishing rod, intently focused on the sea surface, with a pipe dangling from his mouth. If it weren’t for the security and Dong Hui standing around him, one might mistake him for an elderly man out fishing.

He patted the empty stool next to him and said,

"Take a seat, let’s fish together."

Lin Miao, not bothering with politeness, boldly sat down, picked up a fishing rod, baited it, and cast it out, asking,

"May I ask for your name?"

"No need for the formalities; I’m an unrefined person, not into these manners."

"You’re quite fluent in Mandarin, are you from Beijing?"

The little old man chuckled and said,

"Originally from Yan’an in Shaanxi, my elders later followed the central leadership all the way to Beijing. Speaking of which, we share the same surname; you could say we’re from the same family. My parents named me Zhenhua, born in 1979."

He introduced himself fluently, his tone amiable, just like an old grandpa next door. However, the people standing around didn’t dare to utter a word, and Dong Hui hung his head.

"Then how did you end up in Night City?"

Lin Miao didn’t believe the person was invited on such short notice. He had just had Lucy contact Dong Hui, and the next moment he was told the person had arrived and was already in Taiping Continent.

There’s only one possibility: the individual was originally in Night City, which is why they agreed to meet spontaneously.

Moreover, from what Lin Miao knew, being stationed abroad in East Country wasn’t a desirable position. At least in this world, it posed life-threatening risks. The identity the other party revealed shouldn’t be in a place like this; Lin Miao didn’t think Taiping Continent was enticing enough for the individual to vacation here specifically.

"Hehe."

Lin Zhenhua chuckled, took the pipe into his hand, and turned to look at Lin Miao.

"I’m just an unlucky person; otherwise, I wouldn’t have ended up in a foreign land."

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