I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Chapter 1451: Let Us Toast for the Prosperity of Wall Street

Translator: _Min_ Editor: Rainystars

In the first round, Jiang Chen gave Trump the opportunity to go first.

Trump stared at his plate of sugar cubes, thought for a moment, and finally chose a relatively conservative topic and threw it on the negotiating table.

“Cancel the withdrawal agreement of the UA troops stationed in Nippon, and Celestial Trade to withdraw all troops from Nippon.”

“Very good,” Jiang Chen nodded and said with a smile, “NATO and North Colombia to cancel the independence treaty and withdrawal from Colombia. If you think these two proposals are equal, then we can enter the next stage.”

Trump picked up up two cubes of sugar from the porcelain plate, he weighed them in his hands, and finally made up his mind and placed the two cubes on the table. He answered Jiang Chen with his action.

“It’s your turn.”

Jiang Chen smiled and did not hesitate at all. He took out three sugar cubes from the porcelain plate and placed them on the table.

Trump’s pupils constricted slightly as he stared at the three sugar cubes.

After a long silence, he suddenly spoke.

“Can I add chips?”

“Of course,” Jiang Chen said, “I said, this game is to help us reach an agreement, not to create a difference. Both parties can add unlimited amount of chips with a minimum of at least one. There is only one thing that must be noted, and that is the added chips cannot be taken back.”

Trump hesitated for about five minutes, then he finally took out two more cubes from the porcelain plate, placed them next to his original two cubes, and looked at Jiang Chen.

“It’s your turn.”

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, reached out, and took the four sugar cubes from Trump.

“Deal.”

As Trump watched his four chips arrive at Jiang Chen’s plate, he opened his mouth.

He suddenly regretted it.

“The agreement is revoked, and Celestial Trade will withdraw from Nippon within half a year. You can make a note of it.” Jiang Chen looked at the assistant who stood next to him, then looked backed at Trump, “I’m very glad that our negotiation has made the first step.”

“Stop talking nonsense, it’s your turn,” Trump said, but he felt inexplicably annoyed.

Jiang Chen smiled, took out a sugar cube from the porcelain plate, placed it on the table, and repeated the last proposal that was not passed.

“Repeat the proposal, NATO withdraws its troops from North Colombia and abandons its asylum to the North Colombian regime...”

...

Just as the UA was on a state visit to Xin, inside the Morgan Group building on Wall Street that was on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, two old men in suits sat on the sofa in the reception room as they looked at the curved screen that hung on the wall.

“... President Trump’s visit to Xin has reached the most critical link. Just half an hour ago, Trump left the state banquet and went to Future Building to discuss space and regional issues with the President of Celestial Trade. The outside world is generally pessimistic about the outcome of the meeting. Next, let us ask the commentator on the international situation, Mr. Zefniah of the Peterson Institute for International Economics to interpret it for us...”

The first stop of the diplomatic visit was set to Xin. It was the first campaign promise made by Trump after he took office. All sectors of the UA closely watched whether Trump could, as he promised during his campaign, reach a consensus on international issues with Celestial Trade and solve the mess left by the previous administration.

The old man in the gray suit suddenly laughed, put his one leg over the other knee, picked up a bottle of red wine from the table, poured it into the two goblets on the table separately, and said casually.

“My dear Mr. Rockefeller, what do you think of this diplomatic visit?”

“Want to hear the truth?” Rockefeller said.

“Of course.”

“I hope he can mess up this meeting, but I don’t want him to mess up too badly,” Rockefeller said, then laughed.

“It looks like we share the same opinion again.”

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Although the military giants in North America were large, there was still a considerable gap between Future Military in terms of technical strength. Whether it was Lockheed Martin or Boeing’s Integrated Defense Systems Group, whether it was air defense missiles or fighters, the gap was still significant.

If the UA wished to catch up with Future Group, it not only needed investments but also time.

Perhaps others could not see this point clearly, but as the two giants in the military-industrial complex, Morgan and Rockefeller knew this point.

For them, the best situation was to have another cold war.

The two sides would be in serious economic and military conflicts, but they would also be separated by a safe distance from the eruption of a war. Just like the Cold War era, orders would flow to military factories like snowflakes, and all arms dealers would make a lot of money. By that time, perhaps relying on orders from the government alone could make up their difference with Future Military.

“What are your thoughts if they actually come to an agreement?” Rockefeller said with a smile as he watched the news on the screen. “Although this probability is very small, we cannot rule out this possibility.”

“I prepared a second plan.” Morgan smiled.

“Oh?” Rockefeller glanced at Morgan.

“Mike Pence, have you heard of this person?”

“Of course,” Rockefeller laughed, “That’s our Mr. Vice President.”

As one of the earliest advocates of the “Tea Party,” Mike Pence was very similar to Trump at one point. That was, both sides belonged to the mainstay of the conservatives, the most republican among the republicans, and the bold eagles among the right wings.

Pence served as the governor of Indiana and the chairman of the Republican Party Caucus of the House of Representatives. He was known for implementing economic policies that favored rich and large companies. His support for tax cuts and welfare cuts, and using these as ideas to solve the economic downturn and employment issues, all coincided with Trump. Only on the two issues of immigration policy and trade protectionism, the two sides possessed some differences.

If it was necessary to find a sharp difference between the president and vice president, it had to be that compared to the “impassionate” Trump, the former governor was more cautious, flexible, and “predictable”.

Unfortunately, the person more like the president became the mascot, and the person more like the mascot became the president.

When Rockefeller heard his ally suddenly mention the name Mike Pence, he was taken aback for a moment, and then a trace of understanding appeared on his face.

“You mean...”

“I hope our president is a ‘smart man’, otherwise I can only say that life is always full of too many accidents.” With a smile, Morgan picked up a goblet from the table, then raised it up. “In any case, let us toast for the prosperity of Wall Street.”

Only in one situation could the vice president become the president.

And it was not like such incidents did not happen in history.

The corners of Rockefeller’s upturned lips showed a hint of a smile. Then he picked up the goblet from the table as well.

“Cheers!”

The swaying liquor was as red as blood...