Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 330: Luotian Dajiao in the Western Alien Circle (make up for yesterday's fourth update)

The 25th year of the Republic of China was a good time for most rural people who survived to this time.

Since the beginning of spring, the weather has been good throughout the country, and the overall situation in the Republic of China has remained relatively peaceful. A normal society is able to repair itself or even develop passively.

The so-called golden decade praised by later generations was actually concentrated in the 25th and 26th years of the Republic of China.

Otherwise, the current patriotic movement to resist Japanese aggression and save the nation would not be in full swing across the country. The saying that "when the granaries are full, people will know etiquette" is not said in vain. Only when life is not so difficult can everyone have time to think about the problems facing the country today. Otherwise, it is better to think about how to solve their own three meals a day than to worry about the Japanese invading the country.

Based on the democratic and patriotic movements spontaneously organized in various places, the Kuomintang government, which was caught off guard, also took countermeasures.

A rural cooperative movement was launched, with good ideas and policies, and the starting point was good. Unfortunately, those grassroots people who could promote this policy and get things done, as well as progressive people within the Kuomintang government, had either been destroyed long ago or had already fled inland to British Hong Kong to avoid disaster, and did not care at all about the inland area that was swept by turmoil.

As a witness of this era, Wang Yi felt both angry and amused at the National Government's move of doing good things with bad intentions, and he also felt more sympathy for Mr. Lan.

Of course, these had nothing to do with him, so he just did his business honestly and constantly allocated resources to establish two branches in the Southwest and Northwest regions.

At the same time, he was also paying close attention to the movements in the alien circle. The patriotic movement against Japanese aggression and national salvation at the beginning of the year, fueled by Wang Yi, also alarmed the alien circle, which had been generally indifferent to what was happening outside. Everyone also understood the severity of the current situation and made their own responses.

Some began to use their personal connections to lobby the top government officials, saying that they could no longer continue to pursue the policy of "pacifying the country before resisting foreign aggression" and stop treating everyone as fools. The Japanese have their swords hanging on their necks, and they are fighting each other? Haven't you already won? If you continue to fight, it will not be justifiable in terms of justice. By then, everyone will lose face and face. Why bother?

Some, like Lu Ren, the eldest son of the Lu family, chose to join the army directly.

Since you can't understand the intricacies of the government, you might as well just control an army that you can mobilize, so that when the war breaks out, you won't have the capital to protect yourself.

In this calm before the storm, time quickly came to late May, and Wang Yi also made a special trip to the concession in Shanghai.

Shanghai Concession, the Republic of China branch of the Continental Hotel.

Edgar Snow, the editor-in-chief of the Mainland Daily, and Lao Meng were also in the branch office in the East China region, listening to Wang Yi's arrangements.

"Mr. Snow, I have already taken care of your request. Next, you will go to northern Shaanxi as a special correspondent. Of course, you don't have to worry about your safety along the way. The managers and team of our Northwest Branch will ensure your safety."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Wang Yi. If there is nothing else you need me to tell you, I will leave first. Just let me know before you leave. It seems like you have something important to discuss."

Edgar Snow was also very tactful. After being happy for a while, he left on his own accord, leaving the room to Wang Yi, Liu Wei, and Lao Meng.

Wang Yi took out a cigarette from his pocket and gave each of them one. The three of them sat on the sofa, puffing smoke, and then he spoke.

"Brother Meng, how is the situation?"

"I already know the process steps, but given our current conditions, even if I can provide enough strains, we still can't be self-sufficient."

"Well, there's no rush. Have you cultivated high-quality strains of bacteria?"

"This is natural."

Lao Meng nodded and spread out his palm. A ball of mold rapidly multiplied under the stimulation of Lao Meng's true energy. Even if Lao Meng dispersed the true energy, the ball of mold was still on Lao Meng's palm, without any signs of shrinking.

This is the advantage of a biologist. Before knowing the high-quality strains of penicillin, one can rely on the biologist's methods to multiply rapidly against common sense. While the time cost is rapidly shortened by the biologist's methods, the space for trial and error is also increased.

Over the past year or so, Lao Meng has been using biologists' methods to make various trials and errors. Even if it is a matter of chance, he should have come up with a high-quality strain that can increase penicillin production even without biologists' methods. However, Lao Meng did not share it with the penicillin team at the mainland hotel right away, but only informed Wang Yi.

Wang Yi also understood the importance of this thing, so he directly asked Lao Meng to destroy other high-quality strains of bacteria and keep only one copy, which he kept on Lao Meng himself.

For the Continental Group in the United States, we still adopt the method of using quantity to make up for quality in providing strains.

"That's good. Next, you take the team I assigned to you and reporter Snow directly to northern Shaanxi, and bring the penicillin reagents we have stockpiled over the past year. After you get there, someone will come to find you. As for the production technology, we don't just have the United States to rely on, Lao Liu."

Liu Wei, who was sitting next to him, also took out a map from his arms and handed it to Lao Meng.

Old Meng looked at the division of forces on the map, also puzzled, and looked at Wang Yi.

"Why do we have to take a detour to the territory of the Northwest Three Horses?"

"I've asked Boss Zhao to call Sanma before, and I've paid them money to help me support a group of people. Brother Meng, you can go and take these people to northern Shaanxi, and by the way, see if Sanma has done anything with these things. If so..."

Wang Yi didn't finish his words, but Lao Meng understood what Wang Yi meant. Lao Meng knew who those people were, and he also knew what the so-called manipulation was.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a chill emanated from Lao Meng.

"I understand what you mean, but I don't know how far you want me to go."

"Brother Meng, how far can you go?"

"You know about the Black Death in Europe, right?"

The Black Death, also known as the plague, was one of the main culprits that plunged Europe into the Dark Ages.

When Wang Yi heard Lao Meng say this word, he knew that Lao Meng in front of him was definitely carrying the plague bacteria.

"It's against the harmony of nature, Brother Meng."

"I know that I can't control these things as I wish. After all, once the germs find a host, they can reproduce on their own without my control. That's why I asked you to what extent you need me to do this."

"It's a small punishment, a big warning."

"Understood. I will go and prepare it then."

"Thank you for your hard work, Brother Meng."

After Lao Meng left, Liu Wei stood up and looked at Wang Yi.

"Old Wang, you are adding a coveted skill to our circle."

“Is this considered a special skill?”

"Doesn't it count? The Beast Master school has been recognized as the lowest class for so many years, but you turned this method into a special skill that can kill everyone in the city at any time. If people in the circle knew about it, what do you think they would think? Let alone people in the circle, I don't have to worry about Lao Meng, but Lao Meng will also marry and have children. Will he pass on this method? Can his descendants be as upright as Lao Meng?"

"That's why I sent him to northern Shaanxi. There are people there who can help Lao Meng resolve his worries, and there are also people who can control him. As for this method that can kill everyone, you still overestimate it. The more developed medicine and technology are, the easier it will be to solve this problem. No matter how strange these germs are, they are still living things after all. As long as they are living things, they have weaknesses. The weaknesses of germs are easy to solve and prevent. Moreover, as a carrier, as long as the source is solved, the problem can be solved." "I really don't understand where your optimism comes from. You make it sound like you know what the world will be like in the future."

"Anyway, it will be more than a hundred times better than it is now. Just wait and see."

Wang Yi kept the secret, and in early June, after making all the preparations, Lao Meng, after leaving behind a year's supply of penicillin strains, took his team and reporter Snow and headed for northern Shaanxi to build the framework of the Northwest regional branch.

Also taken along were the penicillin reagents that Wang Yi had stockpiled, the draft of the wireless power transmission design, and nearly half of the company's working capital.

He was well aware of the importance of these things. With sufficient working capital and a reserve of penicillin reagents, he could ensure that fewer soldiers would be sacrificed on the gentleman's side. And the preliminary draft of wireless power transmission could also be developed as a national weapon after peace was restored.

After all, a full-scale war of resistance would break out next. Anyone could die in this war, and the circle of extraordinary people had been almost wiped out. How could I be lucky?

Leaving these things with the master first can be considered as an explanation to future generations. As for whether they will be lost or damaged in the end, it all depends on God's will.

While Wang Yi was storing up supplies for the outbreak of the full-scale war of resistance like a squirrel during the winter, in early July, a guest came to the British Consulate on Embassy Street in Beijing and personally handed Wang Yi an invitation letter with both Chinese and English characters.

Along with the British consulate was Mr. Lan, a progressive figure within the National Government.

"Wang Yi, I am writing to you. It has been seven years since we last met in Egypt. I asked my old friends in the political world to find out that you have returned to your country and have started your own business. I am writing to you to invite you to attend the Olympic Games in Berlin, Germany as a guest of our Flamel Academy.

Believe me, my friend, this trip will be worthwhile. Best regards.

--Flamel Isaac Tubb.'

This letter written in both Chinese and English left Wang Yi confused. He really didn't understand why Taber, the top figure in the Western supernatural circle, invited him to visit the Olympic Games.

However, Mr. Lan, who came with the representative of the British Consulate this time, understood the reason. His years of investigation in Europe were not in vain.

"I didn't expect that Boss Wang has such a wide range of friends. He even has friends in Western circles. But Boss Wang doesn't seem to understand the ins and outs of this."

"Mr. Lan, if you have any insightful opinions, feel free to speak up. I really don't understand."

“In fact, it’s the same purpose as why I came to see Boss Wang this time. It was my friend in Europe who invited me to go, but now Master Yu has passed away. Although I still have Master Yu’s disciples protecting me, they are still a little bit behind Master Yu. I wanted to give you this spot this time, but it seems that it’s unnecessary.

The Olympics, of course, are nothing to watch. No matter how hard ordinary people try to challenge their own sports skills, they can't compare to the high-level practitioners like you, Boss Wang. But in this Olympics, there are some that are open to the public, and some that are not. Mr. Taber invites you to the Olympics that are not open to the public. In other words, he wants to invite you to watch the Luotian Dajiao of the Western Inhuman Circle. Do you understand, Boss Wang?"

Wang Yi understood, but he did not expect that the Western alien circle would also have an event similar to the Luotian Grand Ceremony, and in the form of the Olympics? At this juncture?
Don't they know that once the little mustaches start fighting, people in the same circle, even relatives by blood, will have to fight to the death? What's the point of doing this? After the fight, everyone will still have to fight to the death.

But with this invitation letter right here, it would be a lie for Wang Yi to say he wasn't tempted.

There are all kinds of people in the circle of the Republic of China. As long as the war has not started, it is hard to say who are the enemies or the friends, and a fight will not break out in a short time.

When Wang Yi went to Mount Longhu to meet Old Master Zhang before, he had explained clearly to him that the Luotian Grand Ceremony in the circle of extraordinary people would be held and the news had spread, but the prerequisite was that a war had to break out first before the Luotian Grand Ceremony could be held and all the families and factions in the circle could be invited.

The Luotian Grand Ceremony is far away in the horizon, but the Luotian Grand Ceremony of this Western alien circle is very close at hand. Calculating the time, it is only about a month away.

By the way, was it because of this trip that the elderly Taber wanted to bring his disciples to visit the Luotian Grand Ceremony at Mount Longhu? Otherwise, how would he know about the Luotian Grand Ceremony, a grand event in the alien circle?

No matter what, he has to go this time.

After figuring this out, Wang Yi put the letter away and looked at the consulate representative.

"Please tell Taber that I am looking forward to the Olympics in the Western Inhuman Circle."

"It is our honor to have you here, Mr. Wang Yi. We will come to pick you up in person the day after tomorrow."

The representative of the British consulate also respected Wang Yi very much. He was also a veteran of the consulate. He was there when Wang Yi first came to Beijing and defeated the eight foreign aliens on the Embassy Street. He also understood what kind of monster this ordinary-looking Chinese alien was.

The reason why Embassy Street in Beijing has not dared to make too many small moves in recent years is because Wang Yi is in Beijing.

Foreigners are like this, they fear power but not virtue.

Although they knew that the Republic of China was weak, they also understood that if they offended Wang Yi in the capital, it would be easy for him to kill them. They couldn't even find an excuse to cause trouble for Wang Yi.

After leaving with awe, Wang Yi also looked at Mr. Lan.

"Mr. Lan, have you ever seen the Luotian Grand Ceremony at the Tianshi Mansion?"

"I saw it when I was young and joined the army to follow General Songpo. It was then that I realized that the miraculous stories told by the storyteller actually happened around us. Whenever I think of the grand occasions I saw back then, I only regret that I am not a cultivator and cannot see these scenery and encounter these things. But I also feel that I am very lucky, because what I did when I followed General Songpo was not much worse than those gods and immortals in Luotian Dajiao."

"That's right, he's the general who protects the country. I'm not as lucky as Mr. Lan. Even my master doesn't know what the grand Luotian Grand Ceremony is. But I really want to see the Luotian Grand Ceremony of this Western alien. Mr. Lan, why don't we go together to see the world? Although Mr. Yu is gone, I'm still here. This time, how about I be a guardian for Mr. Lan?"

"That's great. With you, Boss Wang, the best master in the world, as my guardian, I really want to go and see the Olympic Games of the Western aliens. What is the difference between it and the Luotian Dajiao of our Chinese aliens?"

Coincidentally, just when Wang Yi decided to go and see the Olympic Games organized by the Western alien circle, the Continental Hotel Management Building in the United States, thousands of miles away.

John Wick was also questioning his other deputy.

"Winston, have you chosen the address for the first Continental Hotel in Europe?"

"How's Rome, Mr. Wick?"

"It's already under construction, right?"

"Well, Mr. Warburg is very generous. After meeting with you, Mr. Wick, he immediately mobilized people to start construction. I believe it will be put into use by the end of next year."

"In that case, you can come with me to Berlin this time, and after watching the Olympics, we can go to Rome for inspection."

"My pleasure, Mr. Wick."

　I originally wanted to do a fourth update yesterday, but I had no choice. Samsung was playing against T1, and I didn’t want to miss such an exciting game.

　　I'm really glad that I didn't miss it. Faker is still the same Faker. When my buddy was preparing for the college entrance examination, he won the championship as soon as he debuted. Now that my buddy has become a social animal, he has been charging towards his fifth championship. If he succeeds, his championship skin alone can put together a lineup of top, mid, bottom, jungle and support.

　　To be honest, I want to see the all-Chinese team win the championship, but I also want to see Faker win his fifth championship. He deserves this championship more than anyone else in his eleven-year e-sports career. It's really a fucking dilemma!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)