Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 230 A whim
May 1931, the th year of the Republic of China.

Warehouse owned by Continental Group at the New York Harbor Terminal, USA.

Wang Yi lifted the canvas and looked at the jars filled with high-quality soybean seeds, at least a hundred pounds, all sealed in glass jars.

Next to these hundred kilograms of high-quality soybean seeds, there is a book with densely filled notes in both Chinese and English.

On the other side is a thick photo album, which contains all the black and white photos that record the cultivation of these soybean varieties. There is a number behind each photo.

Combined with the notebook in my hand, and the hundreds of pounds of soybean seeds in front of me, which have been stored and even have backups.

Even Wang Yi understood how this set of things, which looked like it weighed less than 500 kilograms, could improve the national strength of the industrial country, the United States.

"What about people?"

"It's under control. Winston is talking to him now."

"It's nice to talk, it's nice to talk, but it's true. If you don't work hard, you won't be able to keep any good things. When they come to you, they benefit others, but you still have to be strangled by them. You still can't do anything about it, it's really..."

Looking at these well-preserved soybean varieties and holding the thick soybean variety cultivation record notebook in his hand, Wang Yi didn't know whether to curse or be thankful.

The story begins with an American named Morse. Wang Yi didn't know that this American named Morse had another identity label, called the Father of American Soybeans.

This old guy realized early on the value of soybeans as an economic crop and food crop, and also realized the lack of this in the United States.

So in 1929, we came to the Republic of China and collected samples in many areas of Northeast and North China, obtaining soybean planting and cultivation information from old farmers without any confidentiality.

When the three-year period was up, Morse, who had already learned a lot, boarded the ship back home with the treasures he got from the Republic of China. He expected that in the next few decades, he, Morse, would rely on soybeans to build his family into one of the dominant families in the United States.

It was a good idea. If Wang Yi remembered correctly, until the 21st century when the economy took off and national strength increased, his country had always been a major importer of soybeans and had been stuck in a difficult situation.

Wang Yi vaguely remembered that his family had the opportunity to break the American monopoly on soybeans. Unfortunately, an unexpected accident made the family miss even this last chance. It was unknown when they would be able to find an opportunity to break the soybean monopoly again.

As for why he was able to detect it in the first place and have someone stop Morse as soon as he got ashore, all this was thanks to the sorcerer Wuxiang who cast the magic of changing his luck on him.

Wang Yi felt that this magic was essentially a kind of high-interest loan that was forcibly issued to the person without his or her consent, with the caster using his or her entire fortune as the investor.

The sorcerer's magic is to counterattack the opponent by charging high interest upon maturity, and at the same time eat up all of the opponent's fortune, including his cultivation.

It’s just that the warlock Wuxiang made a slight optimization to it.

Backed by the unreasonable and rude investor, the United States, the other party forced Wang Yi to issue a fortune loan with huge interest. Even if he did not use the loan for anything, it would be consumed in various ways, and Wang Yi would have to pay high fortune interest when the time came.

If you can’t pay it back, we will enforce it, it’s the violent debt collection from the American destiny.

The only thing that the sorcerer Wuxiang had overlooked was that Wang Yi's approval qualifications were so high that the amount he could borrow was very high, and there was a repayment period of more than a year.

If he, as the middleman, cannot hold out during this one year or so, no matter how Wang Yi is eventually harmed by American Fortune, he will not be able to get the commission from Wang Yi's high interest return, and all of it will go to the boss of American Fortune for whom he works.

In this process, the American national fortune, as the investor, is like a vampire that drains all your wealth, constantly prompting Wang Yi to use the fortune loaned to him to buy all products that can enhance his national fortune and increase his own cash flow.

These prompts are what practitioners often refer to as whims.

When Morse, an American, brought the soybean varieties and planting techniques that he had cultivated for three years in the Republic of China and the breeding materials into the United States, Wang Yi felt something.

And because he was a high-quality customer, the prompt information he received was more specific. The three elements of time, place and people were all presented in Wang Yi's mind, allowing Wang Yi to take action on his own.

So this scene happened. As soon as the ambitious Morse passed through customs, he was detained by Wang Yi and his divine incarnation John Wick. His source of wealth also fell into Wang Yi's hands.

Looking at the high-quality soybean varieties and abundant planting materials that these people brought back from the Republic of China, Wang Yi even felt excited about the destiny of the United States.

Wang Yi understood what kind of national strength these high-quality soybean varieties would bring to the United States once they became popular. Soybeans are to the United States what sweet potatoes were to the Qing Dynasty.

Looking at these good things that came from his own home, Wang Yi also had the idea of ​​destroying the evidence.

Just as this thought arose, Wang Yi, who had sensed something, looked at his divine clone John Wick. John Wick, the divine clone born from himself, also showed hostility towards him at this time?

Just when he had the idea of ​​destroying the body.

"Interesting, are you going to attack me?"

"I don't know, do you want to destroy these?"

The god John Wick also realized that he had just had the thought of taking action against Wang Yi, the creator, and emotions appeared on his cold face.

"Yes."

"Don't do that. I need these, and you... need them too."

The god John Wick spoke with difficulty, and Wang Yi also understood why his incarnation of the god behaved like this.

He was born through himself, but the cradle of His birth was the Qi of faith of all American citizens in New York.

The relationship between the three is a bit like Wang Yi provided the essence, the Qi of faith of the American people provided the eggs, and the Continental Hotel born in New York provided the breeding ground.

The god John Wick is more like his son than his doppelganger.

When the interests of the father and son overlap, such as expanding the territory of the Continental Hotel and the Continental Group and extending their tentacles to the United States and overseas, the god John Wick will follow all of Wang Yi's instructions.

But now, when Wang Yisheng wanted to destroy the soybean varieties and breeding materials that could help improve the national strength of the United States, the god John Wick was ready to rebel against Tian Gang.

Because of the responsibility attached to Him by the Qi of faith of all American citizens, He naturally resists all actions that will harm the interests of Continental Hotels, Continental Group and even the land beneath His feet, and safeguards all vested interests.

"I do need it, but you have to hope that Winston can convince this guy named Morse to work for us. Otherwise, I don't need it. Otherwise, I can give birth to you, but I can also destroy you."

"I see."

"Okay then. I'll leave the job to you. Keep these things safe on the farm under the Continental Group."

After patting the god John Wick on the shoulder, Wang Yi gave up the idea of ​​destroying the body and disappeared in a stream of golden light.

In fact, Wang Yi himself understood that even if he destroyed these things here and killed the American named Morse, it would be of no use.

As long as the situation of warlords ruling their own territories at home continues, even if this Morse is killed, there will still be another Morse who will discover the economic and social value of China's improved soybean varieties.

He can stop it for a while, but he can't stop it forever.

It would be better to just keep these soybean varieties and Morse in our own hands, and use them as a hen to lay eggs. When the new home is established and the situation stabilizes, we can bring back the first-hand information and varieties, so as to avoid being stuck in the future.

Everyone sells yours and I grow mine, and we don’t interfere with each other.

In just a few words, a matter that would enhance the national strength of the United States was decided.

Morse, the future father of American soybeans, worked hard for three years, all for Wang Yi and the god's incarnation John Wick, and went from being an entrepreneur to an employee.

This decision, which will significantly enhance the national strength of the United States in the future, has also somehow reflected on the American destiny that was now placed on Wang Yi, prolonging the time when the fortune was supposed to backfire this year.

"Extended to the middle of 1932? Tsk, you are so petty. I finally showed some mercy to you and didn't fleece you. Instead, I gave you a big favor. You just extended it to the middle of next year? Wuxiang, Wuxiang, are you desperate now?"

After returning to his residence and sensing the message coming from the unknown, Wang Yi was stunned for a moment, and then he felt only pity for the sorcerer who cast this fortune-telling spell.

The old man was betting his own fortune and life, but he didn't expect that after all this operation, Wang Yi's fortune might be longer than his own life.

It really is true that the power of the gods is not as good as destiny. At this time, in the ant nest organization that was shrinking, the voice of the warlock Wuxiang with despair and confusion also echoed in the darkness.

"Extend it for half a year!! On what basis can he do that!!! Ah!!!"

It is not convenient to elaborate on the misery of the sorcerer Wuxiang here.

After the soybean variety incident, Wang Yi stopped being active and kept a low profile.

From time to time, I would check in at the Behemoth Consortium, look at the Wardenclyffe Tower that had been completed in West Egg, Long Island, and feel the mechanical soul of the Wardenclyffe Tower created by the genius Tesla.

Although the Wardenclyffe Tower has been completed, Tesla is confident that this masterpiece of his will will allow Wang Yi to advance further in his magnetic field martial arts.

But Wang Yi knew that now was not the right time because he still had the luck buff on him.

Under the influence of this fortune buff, it was difficult for him to distinguish how much of his practice during this period was his own and how much was brought by the national fortune.
Instead of doing this, it is better to wait and try your luck when the time comes for your fortune to turn against you.

Perhaps this is very risky and you may be in danger of death at any time.

But once he embarked on this path of cultivation, he had made up his mind. If he couldn't make further progress here, how would he start a resistance against the aliens at home when he returned?
Although even if this experience had not happened to me, with the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, the aliens in my family, from various families and factions, would have organized a loose alliance of aliens to fight against the invasion of the Japanese aliens and the army.

But being forced to form and organizing spontaneously under the leadership of someone are two different things.

In the former case, the person in charge may not have a say, but in the latter case, as long as you have the righteousness and the fist, they will listen to you.

Although his cultivation level is high, there are still people ahead of him, including the head of the Zuo Sect, the Heavenly Master Zhang Jingqing.

There are also those old seniors and old monsters hiding in some unknown corner. It is impossible that the Japanese devils do not have any powerful ones. Otherwise, the War of Resistance would not have lasted for 14 years, causing the entire Chinese supernatural circle to be cut off from the old and the new, and some sects would have lost their inheritance.

The Sanyi Sect located in Fujian is okay, but the Tianshi Mansion... To be honest, this kind of large sect that has been passed down through bloodline for thousands of years is actually in natural conflict with what Wang Yi is doing.

The Zhang family of the Tianshi Mansion is the largest landlord in that area. It is true that Tianshi Zhang Jingqing is a master of his generation, and his character and morality are trustworthy.

But the Tianshi Mansion is a large and powerful place, and many things cannot be decided by Zhang Jingqing, the successor of the Han Tianshi, alone.

Whether he wants to or not, he will be forced to stand on the opposite side of Wang Yi. At that time, how will both sides deal with each other?

"I don't know what happened to Zhang Zhiwei. I almost gave him a spoiler when I was in Fengtian. Given your curiosity about me, you would definitely go there, right? If you go, the future of the Tianshi Mansion will really depend on you, the 65th generation successor of the Han Tianshi."

After these words, Wang Yi returned to his daily meditation.

Heaven is constant, it does not exist for Yao, nor does it perish for Jie.

Wang Yi had done a lot of things before coming to the United States. He didn't know what impact these things would have in the end, and could only judge by those events that were destined to happen.

September 18, 1931.

Amid endless internal wars, foreign enemies' covetous presence, and the global economic crisis, the Fengtian Incident occurred, a day that shocked China and the world and will be remembered by countless Chinese people.

For a time, there was an uproar both at home and abroad.

Wang Yi, who was practicing in the United States and waiting for the backlash of the American national fortune, also received the telegram as soon as possible and came to the Behemoth Group.

"Finally, the fight broke out. Their wolfish ambitions can no longer be hidden. Very good, very good."

In the suburbs of New York City, the Behemoth Foundation's Alien Research Department.

After the raid on the Ant Nest, the Behemoth Foundation learned its lesson and did not set up the alien research department together with the headquarters building.

Otherwise, if these aliens under his command come to rebel one day, all of them, the directors of the Behemoth Foundation, will have to go to see God.

As for the security issues at the headquarters, with the help of the genius Tesla, after delivering a radar prototype to the Behemoth Foundation, their scientific research team began research based on this.

With the help of the data from the Behemoth Foundation's previous research on mutants, a protection mechanism against mutants was developed around the Behemoth Foundation's headquarters building and the directors' cozy nests.

All I can say is that a genius is a genius. This old man not only has his own set of knowledge in science, but also has one set after another in metaphysics. When Wang Yi saw many of his things, he would slap his forehead and say, "I think this school of thought should follow you as the founder."

Of course, these mechanisms are only aimed at ordinary aliens. When dealing with someone like Wang Yi, they can only serve to delay the attack slightly.

If it doesn't run away during this delay period, there's nothing we can do.

The directors of the Behemoth Foundation did not force it too much. After all, Wang Yi might be far away from them, but Ant Nest, the number one mutant organization in the United States, was very close to them.

At this time, in the alien research department of the Behemoth Foundation in the suburbs, Wang Yi was looking at the telegram sent from the Republic of China, which recorded the Fengtian Incident that had already occurred. He didn't have too many emotional fluctuations as he already knew the outcome.

Because in this telegram, he saw the information he wanted to see.

In the end, it was not a case of not resisting without firing a single shot. The defeat was disastrous, allowing the invaders to gain many advantages for nothing and causing a large number of soldiers and generals to sacrifice in vain.

However, it was too much to assume that the three provinces would confront the industrial countries that had been planning and increasing their military strength to devour the fertile land of the three provinces.

Once the fighting begins, although the resistance is fierce, the battle line will not lie.

It took three days for this telegram to reach Wang Yi, and the news was outdated. However, this outdated news showed that the invaders had pushed forward to thirty miles outside the original Fengtian with a devastating force, and they also specifically dug up old accounts.

They were determined to force the young marshal to hand over the murderer who caused the deaths of dozens of their alien fighters in Fengtian City.

This kind of statement of finding a pretext to accuse someone of a crime made the young marshal very angry. He sat in Fengtian directly, looking like he was determined to fight these bastards to the death.

No matter what he was thinking, at least after seeing the contents of the telegram, Wang Yi knew the effect of the secret plan he had set up.

It is true that an old man in the family is like a treasure. Although Old Zhang appeared to be dead, he did live for two more years.

The guidance and cultivation of the past two years have made his son understand the principle of "it is better to die in glory than to live in disgrace".

In this way, even if he is defeated in the end and has to retreat back to the interior, it will not be his fault and he cannot be blamed.

"Wang, are you okay? Are you planning to go back?"

Next to Wang Yi, Qian Bol looked at Wang Yi who was holding the telegram and asked with some trepidation.

"Okay? Lao Qian, I'm fine."

'But the scene around you says otherwise!'

Qian Bol complained loudly in his heart, looking at the equipment around him that was constantly shaking under the aura that Wang Yi was inadvertently exuding at this moment, and he became increasingly unsure about Wang Yi's mood at the moment.

"I have to go back, so why don't you guys let me go back?"

"No, Behemoth has always treated you as the most distinguished guest. It is also because of you that we now have much more reserves of Inhumans than before. However, I don't think you can do anything after you go back. You are very strong, but you are facing an industrial country. What can you do alone? Let the international community solve it."

"You actually don't believe what I said, right? Old Qian, I appreciate your kindness, but I'm not in such a hurry to go back now. There are some things that need to be settled here. Thank you for the news. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

After patting Qian Bol on the shoulder, Wang Yi was about to leave, but Qian Bol called Wang Yi at this time.

"Wang Yi! Please remember that no matter when, my Qianboer Vincent family will be open to you! This is the promise made by me, the next generation patriarch of the family, and it will not change!"

"I know. As a friend, I also give you a suggestion. Don't fall behind in the arms business at home. There will be money to be made by your family in the future."

After saying that, Wang Yi also turned into a golden light and disappeared, leaving behind Qian Bol who felt a little lost.

(End of this chapter)