Chapter 134: New Era Audience

At the same time, it also made the high-level officials of all countries realize that Blue Star is no longer safe.

They could face various threats from outer space at any time.

Today it's a meteorite; tomorrow? Perhaps it's an alien civilization!

The future of national security, the only say, exists only in that deep, cold expanse of space!

Whoever masters space masters the power of life and death!

Whoever falls behind in the space race will end up as meat on the chopping block, without even the qualification to struggle!

An unprecedented space crisis, like dark clouds, shrouds the globe.

Almost at the same time, all countries on Blue Star that still had some strength urgently convened the highest-level closed-door meetings.

The contents of the meetings varied, but the conclusion they ultimately reached was astonishingly unanimous:

We must spare no expense to develop our own space technology, especially space defense systems!

Otherwise, one day in the future, when disaster strikes, they won't even have the chance to sit at the negotiating table and beg the other side for a 'technical failure'!

For a moment, all major media worldwide, as if injected with chicken blood, frenziedly promoted a new round of the space race.

"The second space race has already begun!"

"This is the ultimate track that will decide the future direction of human civilization!"

"Every country must join this race, or else it will be completely eliminated by the times!"

The slogans were shouted so loudly they shook the heavens, and the atmosphere was heated to an extreme.

However, everyone knows full well that this so-called 'competition' had no suspense from the very beginning.

This is fundamentally not a competition

Because, when Yanhuang Guo was already piloting interstellar warships to the moon, the other contestants hadn't even found the entrance to the track.

……

Hundred Palaces, the President's Office.

The thick cigar smoke could not mask the strong aura of death surrounding President Wil.

In just a few short days, he seemed to have aged twenty years.

His hair turned grayish-white, the wrinkles on his face were as deep as knife carvings, and his once sharp eyes now held only cloudiness and fatigue.

Before him lay two assessment reports hastily produced overnight by the country's top think tanks.

The first report assessed the possibility of Yingjiang Guo independently developing a star‑weapon of the caliber of a 'laser satellite array'.

The conclusion was a number that left all of Yingjiang Guo's elite feeling desperate.

Without counting costs and mobilizing the entire nation, at least ten years would be needed to possibly catch up to the technological level currently demonstrated by Yanhuang Guo.

Ten years!

This is still the most optimistic estimate!

The world situation changes in an instant; in ten years, what terrifying state will Yanhuang Guo have developed into?

They dare not even imagine it!

The second report assessed the consequences if Yingjiang Guo chose to decouple completely from Yanhuang Guo in technology and continued to enforce the containment policy.

The conclusion was even more shocking.

The report pointed out that Yanhuang Guo has mastered the entire industrial chain from basic materials to cutting‑edge technology, and in multiple key fields has formed a generation‑gap‑level technological barrier.

If forced to decouple, Yingjiang Guo's technology, economy, and military systems will undergo systemic collapse within ten years.

In the end, Yingjiang Guo will completely lose hope of returning as world hegemon, sinking to a second‑rate, even third‑rate nation.

The two reports were like two heavy hammers, brutally shattering the last shred of pride and illusion in Yingjiang Guo.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

A military officer, his emotions out of control, pounded the table,

"Ten years! Ten years! Are we really just going to watch them do as they please for ten years?!"

"We cannot sit and wait for death!"

A hawkish legislator roared, "We should unite the entire Western world and impose the harshest sanctions on them!"

"Sanctions?"

The finance minister let out a cold chuckle, "Are you joking? Now who is sanctioning whom? We are begging to buy their photolithography machines,

we are begging to use their communication technology! What do you have to sanction with? Our Hollywood movies?"

The heated argument echoed inside the office.

Everyone was shouting, everyone was venting, but everyone knew deep down they had no way out.

After a long while, President Wil raised his head, and with a hoarse voice barely audible, he ended this meaningless argument.

He made the most humiliating and helpless decision of his political career, indeed of Yingjiang Guo's history since its founding.

"Get ready, I'll personally go to Yanhuang Guo."

"No matter what conditions they offer, no matter what they want…… we will agree to them."

"We want technology."

"Now, immediately, right away!"

……

The next day.

A piece of world‑shocking news was released worldwide through the spokesperson of Hundred Palaces.

【President Wil will soon make a 'friendly visit' to Yanhuang Guo to discuss joint responses to outer space threats, safeguarding human civilization security, and other topics, engaging in deep communication with the Yanhuang Guo side.】

This statement was like a signal flare shot into the sky.

The various forces that had long been suffering in anguish, waiting countless days and nights, instantly exploded!

Yingjiang, the world hegemon of the old era, finally lowered his proud head that had been arrogant for over a hundred years!

What are we waiting for?

The OZ Alliance headquarters, after a brief emergency meeting, immediately announced that presidential envoys and trade delegations from each country would set off at once, flying to the same destination.

In Polar Bear Country, the iron‑fisted emperor went even further, directly announcing that he would personally pay a state visit to Yanhuang Guo.

In an instant, wind and cloud converged on the capital of Yanhuang Guo!

At the Capital International Airport, a scene unfolded that could be called a miracle in human aviation history.

Belonging to Yingjiang Guo, the Air Force One specially painted with the Stars and Stripes.

Belonging to the OZ Alliance, the special plane printed with the blue alliance flag.

Belonging to Polar Bear Country, the special plane.

Also coming from John Bull Country, Gallic Rooster, Hans Cat, and over twenty other so‑called developed countries,

Representing the old world order's aircraft, they came like a market crowd—one after another—guided by the marshalling vehicles, slowly descending onto the apron.

Countless diplomats, politicians, and business tycoons walked down the gangway with complex expressions.

They looked up at this city that was both familiar and strange, feeling the utterly different atmosphere in the air.

This scene was faithfully recorded by the lenses of countless media worldwide.

An extremely influential international media outlet used a shocking photo of all the special planes together as its front page, and paired it with a thought‑provoking headline.

《The End of the Old Era, the Meeting of the New Era! 》

……

Yanhuang Guo, Lao Luo's office.

He was with Qin Hao and others, quietly watching the live broadcast of the 'Ten Thousand Nations Paying Tribute' scene on the huge screen.

Qin Hao's mouth curled into an arc.

"A pack of hungry wolves, they come when they smell the fishy odor."

Upon hearing this, Old Luo's face was calm.

"I think they are voluntarily coming to bring benefits; we can't refuse such a thing!"

"Their purpose is simple: they just want us to give them some technology, which is no problem; it's just unknown how much leverage they can bring out, and we don't look down on ordinary stuff."

As soon as he said that, everyone present—the four of them—broke into smiles.

At the same time, Lei Ge, who had become famous worldwide due to a 'technical glitch', had already tidied his suit and tie.

He will represent Yanhuang Guo in receiving these far‑away 'guests'.

In the spacious conference room.

Lei Ge wore a professional smile on his face, sitting at the head of the conference table.

The remaining seats were taken by senior officials from over a dozen countries led by Yingjiang, forming a large delegation.

Weier obviously didn't want to waste any time; after a brief opening remark, he got straight to the point, speaking in a tone as equal as possible:

"Mr. Lei, we have come this time with the utmost sincerity, hoping to launch comprehensive, in‑depth cooperation with your country in the field of space technology, together…"

He hadn't finished speaking when Lei Ge smiled and raised his hand to interrupt.

Facing the eager, tense, and feigned‑calm faces opposite him, Lei Ge gently shook his head,

then, in a tone as flat as casual chatter, gave an answer that instantly turned the faces of the entire Western delegation deathly pale.

"Gentlemen presidents, technology is not for sale."

"However…"

He paused, and in his gentle smile a hint of businessman's shrewdness suddenly appeared.

"Our country has an 'Explorer'‑class starship that can be sold abroad. The price is fair, no deception to young and old."