I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

After leaving Ground Command Center, Jiang Chen returned to the Future Building by helicopter.

The helicopter arrived, Jiang Chen stepped onto the landing pad on the roof, then returned to the office.

Jiang Chen sunk into his chair as he picked up the documents on the table. Ayesha’s figure then appeared behind him, her hands gently placed on his shoulders then she massaged.

There was a subtle but warm smile on his face. He flipped through the document about the application of the space station interface by Hua Heavy Industries, then he asked, “Is there anything new in Europe?”.

Ayesha shook her head with some regret.

“We were a step late. Glen Krupp was dead. His body was found on a farm in the suburbs of Falkford the day before yesterday by a farmer. He was shot in the chest and no one knew why he appeared there. Now the head of the Krupp family is his brother, Leon Krupp.”

If there was anyone who could stop Carmen, it would probably be the Krupp family representing the Prussian aristocracy. Their achievements in the industrial field were equivalent to Rothschilds’ financial dominance. From the Prussian era, whether it was a big factory or a small workshop, they liked to put the Krupp logo on the barrel to indicate that they were using high-quality gun steel from Krupp, which showed its profound influence.

Not everyone liked to see Europe moving toward unity, or, most people didn’t want to see this day.

The Rothschild family could manipulate the poles by selecting an extreme right government. Through the media, they could alter what some people thought, but ultimately, they couldn’t avoid the Krupp family born in the traditional Prussian aristocracy and Glen Krupp, who was the Duke of Prussia.

In Jiang Chen’s plan, if he could pull Glen Krupp into his forces, he should be able to dismantle the Freemasonry from the inside, thus aborting the Rothschild’s family plan. But now it seemed that Carmen wasn’t stupid enough to let go of this hidden danger, and he acted before the Ghost Agents found Glen Krupp.

Jiang Chen had a headache and pinched his eyebrows.

Just then, his watch shook.

A holographic image opened. It was a long-distance call from Moscow.

After Jiang Chen thought for a second, he answered the phone.

“Hey?”

“It’s me,” Natasha said.

“I’m relieved to hear your voice. It seems that you haven’t suffered a tragedy in Kane,” Jiang Chen joked.

“I’m very busy now; no time to joke,” Natasha took a deep breath and went on. “I have something… or Russia wants to talk to you.”

Jiang Chen’s finger gently tapped the table.

“Let’s talk. I’m listening.”

“I don’t want to disclose the details over the phone. There will be an important person who will talk to you in detail… If it’s convenient, can you come to Moscow?”

Brussels, Belgium, the location of European Union’s headquarters. A week ago, the EU foreign minister announced the establishment of a controversial EU Integration Resolution. All the EU reporters and protesters were gathered there…

Today, because of a special meeting, the government officials of many EU countries were all in this place. In order to avoid accidents, Belgium even dispatched the famous Special Operations Brigade (SFG) to take charge of the security. With the aid of the special task police, the Belgian Police successfully dispersed the protesters blocking the entrance to the EU headquarters to ensure that the high-level meeting was successfully completed.

After the meeting, with the protection of bodyguards, the New Choice Party leader, the Chancellor of Germany, Peter, walked through the reporters with a stern expression. Although the bodyguards blocked the way, the microphones reached out one by one. The police dared to drive away the violent protestors, but they didn’t dare to scare away reporters.

“Mr. Chancellor, how will the integration of the EU take place?” asked a British reporter.

“It will start as soon as possible before our economic situation and employment rate get worse.”

“Many countries in the EU have expressed opposition. The conservative groups in Frankberg have also clearly expressed their opposition to this resolution. What choices will the New Choice Party take in the future?” a reporter from a German television station asked.

“We will allow them to trust me,” Peter said with patience.

“Do you have any opinions on the EU moving toward the United Nations? Does the United Kingdom have any opposition?” asked a reporter from a Belgian newspaper.

“Their opinions are not important. This is a European affair, not British. They have left the EU and we have no plans to let them back.”

“How will EU integration help Greece and other countries get rid of the debt crisis and will the merger of the EU’s territories make the economically-backward member countries further hinder Frankberg’s economy?” a reporter from the UA asked.

“We will come up with an effective plan to let the unemployed find a job instead of wasting euros burrowed from our bank…”

Finally, Peter got rid of the annoying reporters. He heaved a sigh of relief and sat in a black limousine.

The fifty-meter-long journey was almost as exhausting as running a marathon.

Yes, exhausting.

New Choice Party was regarded as the inheritor of the extreme right because of the ideals of “exiting the Euro Zone”, “recovering border control” and “shooting refugees”, but now, they not only failed to fulfill their campaign promises, but they overthrew everything they promised and chose to work with France to establish a unified EU.

Not only did he oppose the decision, but many voters who voted for them also opposed.

He didn’t know why he was standing here and voted for a proposal he didn’t agree with. But by being in this position, he didn’t have a lot of choices.

The New Choice Party wasn’t Merkle’s Party. They were really too young. From formation to taking the office, they hadn’t accumulated enough chips to negotiate with the major European consortiums. This political power yet to take its shape was too fragile in front of Rothschild’s capital.

Perhaps Merkle had the temper to oppose thatman, but he wasn’t Merkle; he was nothing but a puppet of the Rothschild family. The same kind of puppet who existed almost everywhere in the Bundestag, in every corner of the New Choice Party, and even in the military.

If he dared to show any dissent, stepping down was probably the most decent ending.

He admitted that although he didn’t know how far this EU integration resolution could go and how long it would last, the man named Carmen was already halfway to the feats that Napoleon, William II, and Hitler never achieved.

He even started to regret the choice he made…

When Peter got into the car, an old man in a suit had been sitting in the car for a long time.

Seeing the Chancellor, the old man expressed his respect by bowing his head.

After the door was closed, Peter cleared his throat.

“The resolution to remove the authority of central banks in the European Central Bank system has been passed. The next step is for the ECB to control the central banks and gradually withdraw the right to issue euros from the EU countries…”

“You are doing very well.” The old man smiled. “Who voted against it?”

The feeling of being stared at by the poisonous snake made Peter suffocate a little, but he soon returned to normal and shook his head.

“With the exception of two abstentions, no one objected.”

The old man smiled and nodded.

Out of the anxiousness for the country’s destiny, Peter added, “Do you think this is really good?”

When the old man looked at him, he quickly added, “I mean, from an economic point of view, the concentration of the distribution rights of the euro may increase the economic burden of Greece, Italy, Portugal…”

The old man just smiled and didn’t answer this question.

“The EU will be more dynamic than ever, whether in economics or influence.”

Peter shrugged and looked away.

At a glimpse, he got the illusion that the entrepreneur or butler trained by the Rothschild consortium in front of him was more like a politician…