I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World-Chapter 1492 - Deathbed Struggle

Chapter 1492: Deathbed Struggle

“The UA needs two rulers, one to rule politics and one to rule finance.”

“However, the situation in North America is different from Moro, Madagascar, and Colombia, and it is also very different from Xin. For our long-term interests, it is too risky for us to support a ‘dictator’ and let him control the power of North America, this will allow his ambitions to exceed our control. So in this case, what we need is a group of smart and reliable political families and financial moguls to rule, not someone.”

“They and their children and grandchildren will rely on family nepotism and their accumulated political and economic resources to occupy a position far beyond ordinary people in the politics and economy in this country, and their interests are closely related to us to ensure they are absolutely loyal.”

“This way, even if their voters elect a ‘wrong’ president a hundred years later, he or she will be unable to make any progress in Congress, and their influence will be unable to leave the Congress, and eventually be amended by our rules.”

“We will assist the people of the UA in amending the Constitution and give Congress more power, such as returning the right to declare war to Congress. For example, amending the antitrust law. The UA after the war will be more ‘democratic’ than ever, and it will be easier for us to control…

Inside the study of Xin Embassy in Nouveau York, Jiang Chen chatted about what he envisioned for the UA with Zhang Yaping.

“A hundred years from now?” Zhang Yaping chuckled and said, “After one hundred years, will your Earth Federation blueprint still not be realized?”

One hundred years was still too long for human life. If possible, Zhang Yaping did not plan to consider that far in the future. He planned to serve at most three more terms before he retired to a position with lesser power.

“One hundred years? It won’t take even fifty years.” Jiang Chen smiled, “Even if the Earth Federation is established, we do not intend to interfere too much in the domestic affairs of the member states of the federation, but we can talk about this topic later.”

“Well, let’s put this topic aside, how are you going to support those obedient political families… and financial moguls?” Zhang Yaping shrugged, “Use existing ones? I’m afraid they’re not easy to control. Support them from the start? I don’t think those nouveau riches are your cup of tea either.”

“The war has just ended, and many places need to be rebuilt, especially the Capital and Nouveau York. The UA government has the final say on who gets a share of this cake, but ultimately, we have the power.”

After Jiang Chen finished this sentence, he looked up at the clock on the wall and smiled, “There is a banquet this evening, and Loki from the B City Consortium is using this as my welcoming party. The entire upper class of North America will participate. I plan to use this opportunity to meet the future rulers of this continent and determine who should get a share of the cake.”

…

In the mountains of C State, at the entrance of a cave covered by dark green camouflage tarps, soldiers in forest camouflage patrolled with the cooperation of drones.

Most of the people here were from C State, but some were also from T State, U State, NM State, and O State. These states were inland states with lax gun control law. Compared to the other states where it was difficult to get a semi-automatic rifle, people of these states could even store heavy machine guns and mortars in their backyards.

Since the colonial era, the people that lived here were known for their aggressive custom, and that tradition continued to this day.

They claimed to be the rebels, and they did not recognize defeat or any so-called surrender agreement. Even though Mike Pence’s incident had shaken the faith of many people, their belief was never shaken. Everyone gathered here because of the same goal, and it was to drive Celestial Trade away.

There were not only angry red necks from T State gathered here. There were even patriots from CA State on the coast. And because of those electronic engineers from Silicon Valley, they were equipped with drones and customized kinetic skeletons.

Despite the defeat, they also learned a lot from Celestial Trade. For example, how they could skillfully apply technology to war.

Their life had not been great lately. Celestial Trade forces had already suppressed the rebellion in T State. The reality proved that the militia composed of red necks was not much smarter than the regular army. The rebel stronghold in T State was destroyed, and the rest of the mobs were scattered. Some chose to give up, and some fled to C State in search of hope. Now they could only scatter in groups in the mountainous areas of C State and U State in the hope of a continued revolution.

However, they could only barely escape the satellites of Celestial Trade.

A Hummer slowly drove into the mountains and stopped in front of a guard post. Several militiamen walked out from the shadow of the woods and aimed the M-series rifles in their hands at the driver.

“I have no ill intention.” The man in a black suit got out of the car and looked at the militiaman in the front. “Look, I don’t have any weapons on me.”

The leading militiaman glanced suspiciously at the man in black, then patted the comrade next to him.

“Jerrold, go search him.”

“Ok.”

A guy with the flag of T State wrapped on his arm stepped forward, touched the man in black a few times, and shook his head at Oliver when he turned around.

“Okay, man, what is your name? You should know that there is a war here.” After Oliver singled Jerrold to step back, he walked up to the man in black, examined him, “Allow me to be honest, based on the way you look, you don’t look like you’re here to join us.”

Although he couldn’t tell the brand of the suit, it clearly didn’t look cheap. And the modified Hummer he drove was easily over half a million dollars.

“Of course, your guys don’t look like you’re in the best state.” The man in black smiled.

“So, you came here to see a joke?” Oliver raised his eyebrows, and the look in his eyes did not look friendly at all.

“On the contrary, we hope to improve your situation. After all, there are not many people who are still willing to stand up to shed blood for this country,” The man in black spoke while he took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Oliver. “My boss is willing to help you.”

“Help? Who is your boss?” After Oliver took the business card, he frowned slightly, “Kayn Jay?”

“You don’t need to know, and I won’t say his name either.” The man in black shook his head, took out a photo and a map, then threw them on the hood.

“This is…”

“The place with the red cross on this map has the equipment you need, IDs, and enough cash. You should not be unfamiliar with this picture, Celestial Trade President – Jiang Chen. Last night he arrived at JFK and is currently staying at the Hilton. At the moment, he is probably having a toast with the traitors at St. Regis and celebrating on how to divide up the UA.”

His green pupils almost shrunk to two points.

The man in black seemed to notice the hatred that gleamed in Oliver’s eyes, then he slowly said.

“The opportunity is rare, and you should know what to do.”