United States, Capitol Building.

The Capitol Building, which used to be free to visit, has recently been completely closed to visitors.

The trade war has only started for half a month, and China and the United States are using various methods one after another. The battle between the two countries has entered a white-hot stage without any probing.

Just when the United States was using money to win over some countries, two top-notch high technologies were directly revealed at the Dragon Kingdom Z1-1 Summit.

One of them makes the United States unable to sit still no matter what.

Nuclear battery!

Energy is the most important thing in modern times. When the hologram appeared in the Dragon Kingdom, the United States did not panic at all. When the Dragon Kingdom's dream game cabin appeared, the United States thought of grabbing it.

After the emergence of nuclear energy batteries, the United States began to panic. Nuclear energy batteries are a category of energy, and energy determines the future.

In the Capitol Building, in the messy offices, employees were running anxiously in the corridors. Although the air conditioner was on, everyone was dripping with sweat.

The messy copy paper on the ground makes people wonder if this is where the police work or if it is a workshop of a third-rate enterprise.

In this messy room, only one door was open, and dozens of professionals were lining up at the door with materials in their arms, stamping their feet, looking anxious.

"Next!"

On the desk in the room, a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears was sweating profusely while reviewing documents. The ashtray on his hand had already been piled up with layers of thick white matter.

"Report! Apple Group's shares plummeted by 15%, and they applied for support."

"Trash! What are you talking to me about? Urge them to go! Apple is a company! Not a **..."

The middle-aged man crushed the pen in his hand and slammed the ashtray next to him on the ground, causing echoes throughout the room.

The man in a suit in front of him hurriedly picked up the ashtray from the ground, wiped the cuffs twice and put it back. He nodded and bowed to apologize and left the room.

The middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at the digital version with red letters dancing next to him, sighed, and out of breath asked the assistant next to him: "The amount of losses of each company today."

After hearing this, the assistant next to him picked up the tablet and swiped a few times, and responded: "Compared to yesterday, the loss increased by 30%..."

As he talked, the assistant's voice became softer and quieter, until it was like a mosquito humming, and he slowly said: "In half a month, the total losses of various industries have reached about 500 billion."

After hearing this, the middle-aged man leaned back in his chair and sighed, silently lit a cigarette, and stared at the smiling poster of Zhuang Li on the computer screen.

After a pause, he stood up, picked up the suit next to him, pressed the red button on the table, and whispered: "Prepare a special car."

Then he walked silently in the corridor with a cigarette in his mouth. The cigarette was still on the ground. He looked like an unemployed worker.

Inside the White House.

American executives gathered together, including military, business, and finance...

They were all sweating profusely, their faces extremely pale, and they were staring at an empty chair behind the table in front of them.

squeak~

The door to the room was slowly pushed open, and a white man with a haggard look came to the front desk and sat down on the chair.

He tapped his fingers on the table, clang clang~

This string of sounds seemed to be the death-defying steps of the God of Death. Everyone present heard it and felt their hearts beating to the rhythm of the beating on the table.

"Okay, after half a month, please report to me."

The white man sat up, and the cold light of a superior flashed through his eyes, staring at everyone present.

"Military aspect, our army has not cracked it yet..."

An old man in military uniform stepped forward bravely. Before he finished speaking, he heard the president in front of him yelling: "Trash! How many days did you say? Seven days? It's half a month now, what have you done?"

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"Report, Japan has broken with our country, and similar companies are currently withdrawing..."

"Japan has long become a lackey of the Dragon Kingdom!!" the president said in a cold voice with a black face.

In an instant, the temperature in the entire room dropped a few points, and everyone remained silent. It was extremely quiet, as cold as winter.

The fat middle-aged man from before took a deep breath, slowly walked out of the crowd at the back, came to the front and preached to the dark-faced president: "Mr. President, we can't continue to hold on until now.

.In about five days, we will have a real economic crisis!”

The president raised his eyelids slightly, looked at this man, recalled his name in his mind, sighed and asked: "Wes, what do you think we should do?"

"I..." Weiss was suddenly asked by the president, and he couldn't react. He had never had so many conversations with the president, and most of them were reported in the form of documents.

"The damn consortium is not as strong as the others. Each bragging is better than the other!" President Trump cursed and lit a cigarette in his office.

In the smoke, no one dared to step forward to speak, and watched quietly as the president puffed away the smoke.

"Find the head of the consortium and convene a meeting immediately!!!!" Trump's face was livid. As a businessman, as a businessman without the support of a consortium, even if he is the president, what he said in the United States is not what everyone in the United States said.

I can hear them all.
Chapter completed!