77: Chapter 77 The American representative: ? ? ? (Flips table on the spot)

Geneva, United Nations Conference Center.

In the deathly silence, only the abrupt and urgent ringing of a telephone echoed.

The source of the sound was none other than Representative Smith, the representative of the Eagle Nation who had just been acting imperiously and wielding the big stick of sanctions.

It was the red encrypted line, which only The President in The White House had the authority to dial directly.

Representative Smith froze for a moment, then a smug sneer curled at the corner of his mouth. In his opinion, this must be a congratulatory call from The President celebrating his "diplomatic victory," or instructions to impose even stricter sanctions.

He picked up the receiver leisurely, even managing to cast a provocative look at China Representative across from him, and pressed the speakerphone button (although it was encrypted, he wanted to spread this deterrent effect further).

"Mr. President, this is Representative Smith."

He puffed out his chest, his tone proud, "Please rest assured, the sanctions order has been read! The representative from the Dragon Kingdom has already been..."

"F**K YOU! Representative Smith! You idiot!"

What came out of the receiver was not praise, but a roar that could shatter eardrums.

The voice was shrill, desperate, and carried a kind of hysterical madness, like a mad dog that had been stepped on its tail:

"Immediately! Right now! Swallow that damn sanctions order! Chew it up and swallow it!"

"Who told you to sanction the chips? Huh?! Who gave you the audacity?!"

The smile on Representative Smith's face froze instantly, and his whole person looked like an ice sculpture frozen in place.

"Mr... Mr. President?"

He stammered, his mind a mess, "What are you talking about? Sanctioning the Dragon Kingdom's chips—wasn't that a resolution passed by Congress just yesterday? We are supposed to blockade their technology..."

"Blockade my ass! Has your brain been kicked by a donkey?!"

The President's roar was so loud it seemed to pierce through the receiver; even the representatives sitting in the back rows could hear it clearly:

"Just a minute ago! NASDAQ crashed! Our semiconductor giants all hit the limit down! Three trillion US dollars in market value evaporated!"

"Because that lunatic from the Dragon Kingdom named Jiang Chen released a Photonic Chip! Photonic! Do you understand? That is something only God can play with!"

"They don't need a Lithography Machine anymore! They don't need silicon wafers! Your sanctions order is just a piece of waste paper now! No, it's a death warrant!"

"Hurry up and apologize to the Dragon Kingdom! Beg them not to cut off supply! Otherwise, I'll have to attend next year's election from prison!"

"Beep—beep—" The call was hung up.

The busy signal echoed in the empty hall, like loud slaps across Representative Smith's face.

The red phone in his hand fell onto the table with a "clatter."

Representative Smith stood there blankly, his face turning from liver-red to pale, and finally to a desperate, deathly gray.

Photonic Chip? No need for a Lithography Machine? How is this possible? This isn't scientific!

Just yesterday, CIA intelligence showed that the Dragon Kingdom was worrying about 7nm processes. How, after waking up from a sleep, did they skip the electronic era and ascend to the photonic era?

He turned his neck stiffly and looked at China Representative across from him.

He saw that China Representative was still sitting steadily in his chair, spinning the pen in his hand rapidly. He seemed to have anticipated this scene long ago; the smile on his face not only didn't diminish but grew even richer.

It was a smile full of sympathy and ridicule, like watching a clown botch a performance.

"Mr. Smith."

China Representative pushed the microphone in front of him, his tone as gentle as if chatting with an old friend:

"It seems your country's The President is quite well-informed."

"That's right, just a moment ago, our Chenxing Technology released a mass-produced Photonic Chip. As for performance, it's nothing much, just about a thousand times that of your silicon chips."

"So..."

China Representative pointed to the thick stack of sanctions documents beside Representative Smith and shrugged:

"Do you still want to continue with the blockades, embargoes, and long-arm jurisdiction you mentioned just now?"

"If you insist, we in the Dragon Kingdom have no objections. After all, it saves us the trouble of dealing with electronic waste."

"You... you people..."

Representative Smith felt as if his chest had been struck hard by a sledgehammer, and a fishy, sweet taste surged into his throat.

He looked at China Representative's calm face, then at the gazes of representatives from other countries around him—some shocked, some mocking.

His composure completely collapsed.

This is cheating! This is hacking!

Whose technological development skips steps? The semiconductor barrier that the Eagle Nation spent a hundred years painstakingly accumulating has been dimensionality-reduced and attacked by a piece of glass?

"I don't believe it! This is impossible!"

Representative Smith suddenly let out a beast-like roar.

He grabbed the sanctions order on the table, which he had regarded as an "imperial edict" just moments ago, tore it into pieces, and threw them into the air.

The paper scraps flew, like an absurd funeral.

Then, under the gaze of the world's cameras, this high-ranking diplomat of the Eagle Nation made an extremely unrefined and crazy move.

He gripped the edge of the heavy solid wood conference table in front of him with both hands, veins bulging on his forehead, and with all his might, flipped it over!

"Crash—!!!"

The table flipped. Water cups, documents, and nameplates shattered all over the floor.

"This is not scientific! This is absolutely not scientific!"

Representative Smith stood in the mess, pointing at the ceiling and roaring, with tears and snot streaming down his face:

"Is God a Dragon Kingdom citizen?! Why do you get all the good things? You can catch an aircraft carrier while fishing! You can grow warships while farming! Now you can even make chips with light?!"

"I'm not playing anymore! You guys are bullying people! I want to go home!"

Watching the Eagle Nation representative rolling around on stage, completely lacking the demeanor of a great power, the whole venue fell into a deathly silence.

Even the most staunch allies, John Bull and Gallic Chicken, lowered their heads silently at this moment, pretending not to know this madman, while calculating in their hearts how to quickly hug the Dragon Kingdom's thigh.

The farce ended.

China Representative leisurely packed up his briefcase and stood up.

He walked up to the panting Representative Smith, maintaining the demeanor of a great power representative, but with a hint of coldness in his tone:

"Mr. Smith, it's easy to flip a table, but it's hard to set it back up."

"Oh, right, there's one more thing I need to inform you of."

China Representative patted the non-existent dust on his body, the corners of his mouth slightly raised:

"Given that our Photonic Chip production capacity is currently... ahem, somewhat limited, it is mainly to meet domestic demand."

"So, for the time being, we may not be able to export to your country."

"Even if you beg, it's useless."

He looked at Representative Smith's desperate face and delivered the final blow:

"I suggest you continue using those... silicon chips that generate a lot of heat and run slowly."

"They can even be used as hand warmers in winter; it's quite environmentally friendly."

Having said that, China Representative walked out of the venue without looking back, leaving the world with a figure hiding his merits and fame.

That day, the Geneva meeting records left the most shameful mark in the diplomatic history of the Eagle Nation.

And the Dragon Kingdom, stepping on the shattered self-esteem of the Eagle Nation, officially ascended to the throne of global technological hegemony.

Yunding Villa.

Jiang Chen turned off the TV and threw the melon seed shells in his hand into the trash can.

"Boring."

He shook his head, "Psychological quality is too poor. He flipped the table over just because of this? If he sees me building a villa on the moon later, wouldn't he hang himself?"

Beside him, Academician Chen Shuyin was busy directing the factory expansion and replied without raising her head:

"Stop joking. Dean Zhong called just now, saying the military has already dismantled the main engine of the 'luan bird' and transported it to the base, asking when you are going to take a look."

"Also, the orders for that Photonic Chip are already queued up to ten years from now. Should we raise the price?"

"Raise it! Must raise it!"

Jiang Chen waved his hand grandly, "Especially for those sold to the Eagle Nation's allies, add a 300% markup! Take it or leave it!"

Just as they were talking, the special mobile phone that had been lying on the coffee table suddenly vibrated.

It wasn't that kind of urgent alarm, but a kind of... intermittent vibration with a certain shy rhythm.

Jiang Chen's heart stirred. Wanqiu?

Sending a message at this time, could it be that some treasure has been dug out of that alien ruin again?

He picked up the phone and tapped the screen.

He saw Jiang Wanqiu's avatar flashing with a pink light.

[Jiang Wanqiu (shy): Father God... are you there?]

[Jiang Wanqiu: Have all those bad guys in the God Realm been beaten away by you? Wanqiu is so proud of you!]

[Jiang Wanqiu: Since the war is over... Wanqiu has a small, private request. I don't know if I should say it...]

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow. A private request?

What kind of trouble is this girl trying to cause again? Could it be that she wants to watch a new movie?

He replied with a "?".

A few seconds later, a message popped up that made Jiang Chen spit out all the cola he had just drunk.

[Jiang Wanqiu: Father God, Dawn City is already very stable now. But... as the Empress, the ministers are urging me to consider the issue of an heir.]

[Jiang Wanqiu: However, the bloodline of mortals is too filthy, Wanqiu doesn't like them at all!]

[Jiang Wanqiu (extremely serious): So... Father God, I want to give birth to... a Godchild for you!]