"Mr. Edward Miller!" In the White House conference room, Trump directly smashed the coffee cup, "I need an explanation! Why are all the Chinese nuclear fusion power stations connected to the grid to generate electricity, and you haven't had any news! Pay taxes!

Have you given all the people’s money to Las Vegas?”

"Your Excellency, President!" Edward Miller didn't even dare to wipe the coffee on his suit. He knew that his political career was over, and he would probably have to face endless questioning and scrutiny next!

"Jonathan, if we invest regardless of cost, how long will it take to catch up with China?" He directly called the name of the president's chief science and technology adviser. When Trump read these two words, it was particularly convoluted. When did the United States fall to this?

To the point where you need to catch up with others?

"I am not an expert in the field of nuclear fusion. I cannot make a judgment. I will immediately contact the chief scientist of the National Ignition Program!" Jonathan Osterman said bravely.

"Then what are you waiting for? Go quickly!" Trump's roar spread throughout the White House.

"Dmitry, our biggest buyer doesn't seem to need us anymore?" Inside the Kremlin, Vladimir frowned and looked at his partner. Without China as a buyer, their oil had returned.

To whom should it be sold?

"Even if they will continue to buy oil to use as chemical raw materials, I think the price will be beyond the range we can accept!" Even if Anatolyevich thinks on his knees, he knows that the international crude oil market will soon face a cliff.

fall.

"Go and look through our warehouse to see what else the Chinese need! Take whatever they like, An-225, Tu-160, etc.!" Vladimir knew that the time had come and he would not take it out.

It’s time to stick to what’s at the bottom of the box, “I hope they still like it!”

Spain, the top surprise suite of the Barcelona Hotel has a 59-square-meter luxurious balcony massage pool. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can have an unobstructed view of the entire city! Despite this, Sheikh Mansour bin Zayed, the owner of Manchester City Club

-Al Nahyan still feels that this suite is too shabby. If it weren't for Neymar, he would not have the trouble of staying here.

"Chairman Bartomeu, I come with sincerity!" Sheikh Mansour bin Zayed Al Nahyan directly took out the checkbook, "As long as you quote a number, I will

I can cash it in right away! What do you think of $200 million? Or $250 million?"

Barcelona President Bartomeu feels like he is suffocating. These upstarts wielding petrodollars have messed up European football, and now they are targeting their own stars! But 250 million US dollars, this figure

It was really irresistible! Bartomeu opened his mouth and wanted to agree to the transfer.

An attaché in a white robe hurried in, whispered a few words to Sheikh Mansour bin Zayed Al Nahyan, and then handed him a tablet.

Sheikh Mansour bin Zayed Al Nahyan didn't even look twice before his vision went dark and he fainted. Inexplicably, Bartomeu was also kicked out of the room! He only vaguely saw it.

, what appeared on the tablet just now seemed to be Lu Qiujian, who played for Bayern Munich back then.

In London, the International Petroleum Exchange, established in 1980, was bustling with people. Everyone was waving their bills of lading in an attempt to find a fool in the crowd! But who could enter this place without knowing that the country had just arrived?

Live news? The Brent crude oil index has been falling all the way like taking a laxative! What’s even more frightening is that it can’t see any rebound at all! Yes, it is rare for people to see a long, without any rebound in the trading market.

A straight line with twists and turns!

Due to years of turmoil in the Middle East, the Brent crude oil index soared to US$120/barrel and plummeted to US$57/barrel. This was the result of the London International Petroleum Exchange announcing the suspension of trading on the pretext of machine failure; leading to the exchange

The elevators and stairs on the rooftops of nearby high-rise buildings are crowded with elites who used to spend a lot of money.

At the visa office of the U.S. Embassy in Beijing, China, the visa officer smiled and said, "Sir, I am honored to tell you that you have passed our review. As long as you sign your name on this document, you will be a U.S. citizen!"

He was about to leave the country where he had lived for more than thirty years! Guan Qike felt a little emotional for a moment, was the life on the other side of the ocean really as wonderful as he imagined? After hesitating for a while, he finally picked up the pen in his hand.

Didi, the beep on his phone made him stop. After opening it, he saw a pop-up news. When he saw the title, Guan Qike's face changed drastically. He hurriedly scanned the news and threw the signature pen aside. Without saying a word, he picked up the copy.

The document he had been working on for more than two years was torn to pieces!

"Mr. Guan! Do you want to give up the opportunity to naturalize in the United States? Do you know how rare this opportunity is?" The visa officer looked at him like he was looking at a lunatic.

"My second uncle, Pearl, who was naturalized in 2013, already regretted it once! I don't want to be like him anymore!" Guan Qike raised the phone in his hand and shouted loudly, "Our country has achieved controllable nuclear fusion! The fog in Beijing is about to clear!"

"

On the west coast of Africa, in an oil field owned by the French oil giant Total, Franz watched the French simultaneous translation floating below the TV, and the champagne glass in his hand fell to the ground weakly; I finally understood why China National Petroleum Company

Sold this oil field to myself.

Perhaps part of the funds for the construction of the controllable nuclear fusion power station came from Total. Franz felt like crying when he thought that he had personally sent a noose to Total.

"Nani! The Chinese have actually achieved controllable nuclear fusion? Is the era of Millennium really about to pass?" Neon politicians in Nagata-cho, Chiyoda District, Tokyo, thought of their fight for the location of ITER.

The efforts I made, now it seems like it was just a joke.

In Cadarache, France, the phone number of the current person in charge of iter was immediately blocked. Not even a second after the last call was hung up, a new call came in.

"This is the Elysee Palace, me"

He interrupted the other party before he finished introducing himself, "Dear Sir, the White House, Blue House, Downing Street and Bellevue Palace all called me just now! I know what you want to ask, and my answer is destined to be

You will be disappointed! We have no hope of success within ten years, and commercial application is even further away! We don’t know how the Chinese did it, I only know that we can’t do it!” (
Chapter completed!