I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

At six o’clock in the evening, a black car was parked downstairs at the Hilton.

The reporters who sensed blood all focused on the vehicle that rolled in. After they confirmed the license plate number, they immediately surrounded the vehicle.

The security guards waiting at the entrance of the hotel were prepared, and they formed a wall to block the reporters as well as passers-by and tourists curious about the commotion.

Frankberg Foreign Minister Stein, who had just finished his visit from Xin’s presidential palace, got out of the car and walked to the main entrance of the hotel. The reporters desperately tried to stuff microphones below the guards’ armpits and above the guards’ shoulders, in an attempt to reach Stein to obtain some more information about the upcoming Outer Space Security Summit in two days.

“Mr. Stein, did you just go to Xin’s presidential palace?”

“Will Frankberg and Xin strengthen their cooperation in space?”

“Are informal diplomatic talks with Xin at this point related to the upcoming Outer Space Security Summit?”

“Are the rumors about extraterrestrial civilization true? People have the right to know the truth…”

Stein was growing impatient. He raised his hand and gestured to the reporters in front of him to form a path.

“Before the summit, we aren’t very familiar with the specific details of the discussion. The Frankberg government will disclose the details of the Outer Space Security Summit at the first available point in time if the outcome of the discussion can be disclosed.”

After a short explanation, Stein whispered a few words to his assistant.

The assistant nodded and the six bodyguards surrounding Stein formed a human shield in front of him. Under complaints from reporters, the security guards of the hotel formed a path in the crowd and escorted the foreign minster inside.

Arriving by elevator to the floor where the Frankberg delegation was staying, Stein went straight to his presidential suite.

“If there are no big issues, don’t come in and bother me. I’ll will eat dinner at about seven o’clock. Request a hotel’s waiter to send it up.” At the door, he stopped and instructed his assistant behind him.

“Yes.” The assistant nodded.

Stein closed the door and hung his suit on the hanger. He went to the sofa in the living room and sat down. He took out a satellite phone from his pocket. After pressing a few numbers, he called the Frankberg Presidential Palace.

“How’s the meeting with the Xin President?”

Stein sighed when he heard Evelyn’s question.

“I didn’t get any useful information; I could feel they’re also confused. I even have a feeling that President Zhang has learned less than we learned.”

“He’s a puppet after all?” Evelyn smiled.

“Yes.” Stein leaned on the sofa. “Celestial Trade completely excluded him from the core. Rather than acting as a president, he is more like a butler who takes care of the man’s backyard. I tried to contact Celestial Trade’s Space Department CEO, Kelvin, but he has no intention of holding informal talks with us before the summit.”

“And then he pushed you onto Zhang Yaping?” Evelyn smiled.

“That’s right.” Stein nodded.

“What about other countries?”

“It should be the same.” Stein shrugged. “Of all the countries that are participating in the summit, our bilateral relationship with Xin should be the best. They have no reason to treat us differently.”

Evelyn couldn’t help but ask: “In your experience, why do you think they are so mysterious?”

“If they’re not faking this, then it must be some really astonishing information.”

“What do you think will be?” Evelyn asked.

“Extraterrestrial civilization. It was written on the invitation letter.” Stein laughed.

“Be more specific.”

“More specific…” Stein sighed with a headache. After some contemplating, he shook his head. “I can’t guess; I don’t dare to guess. The only thing I’m certain about is that it isn’t something good.”

For the exploration of extraterrestrial civilizations, almost all countries indicated at least publicly that they would share all “important information”, but almost everyone knew this was impossible.

For two cultures without any similarities, often the first impression determined everything.

Stein asked himself if Frankberg was the first to get in touch with the extraterrestrial civilization, the first thing they would think would be to not disclose the news to other countries or even tell their allies. They would liaise with the extraterrestrial civilization alone. They would make the other party recognize their own values, recognize that Frankberg was the representative of Earth’s civilization, and try their best to monopolize all channels of communication with the extraterrestrial civilization.

The abnormal behavior of Celestial Trade only meant one thing.

They encountered an issue that they couldn’t resolve alone.

After leaving the Presidential Palace, Jiang Chen went straight to the parked Luer.

Jiang Chen suddenly remembered Zhang Yaping’s sullen face and burst into laughter.

Ayesha looked at him curiously when she heard the inexplicable laughter.

“Did something good happen?”

“Nothing; I just suddenly wanted to laugh.” Jiang Chen coughed and changed the subject.

He was the president, after all. It wouldn’t be nice to laugh at him like this, especially since it was his negligence for not disclosing the information to Zhang Yaping. It was understandable to not be able to digest such a large amount of information.

It took half an hour before Jiang Chen barely made X2 bacteria and extraterrestrial civilizations clear to him. As for how much Zhang Yaping took in or what he felt afterward, Jiang Chen wasn’t sure

The car drove onto the highway. This time, Jiang Chen didn’t do anything scandalous in the car and enjoyed the beautiful night. But then, the little girl who drove suddenly smiled and spoke softly.

“After you go back, you better woo Sister Shiyu. She’s still bothered by what happened the day before yesterday.”

“…you really gave me a problem.” Jiang Chen’s pleasant expression suddenly turned sour. If Ayesha hadn’t mentioned this, he would’ve almost forgotten about it.

Jiang Chen got a headache when he thought about the cold tone from the last call.

“Is it difficult?” Ayesha said softly, “In fact, Sister Shiyu is easy to woo. If you use some sweet talk, she will soon forget any unpleasantness. While she always looks cold, she’s actually more eager than anyone else…”

Ayesha’s beautiful lips curved up again.

She knew Jiang Chen could guess what she didn’t say.

“Where did you learn these things from?” Jiang Chen looked at Ayesha, surprised.

Ayesha tilted her head and carefully thought for a moment, but it was a specious answer.

“Feelings?”