507: Chapter 506 A desperate gamble! Betting on a spot to squeeze into the new era's poker table!

"He is selling out the country! He has sold out the entire Republic of California!"

"No, he is not crazy."

Wilson's expression had turned extremely ugly.

"He is smarter than any of us."

"If we keep acting high and mighty, it won't take a year... no, not even half a year! Silicon Valley's slight technological advantage will be completely crushed and become worthless!"

"But for now, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse."

"Garsen is gambling!"

"He is using the entire Republic of California to bet on a seat at the table of the new era!"

Garsen knew better than anyone.

In the face of the absolute power displayed by Huaxia.

These small nations that split off from the corpse of the world hegemon.

Had absolutely no so-called "sovereignty" or "dignity" to speak of.

For the current fifty nations of North America.

They were just a group of survivors struggling to live in the doomsday wasteland.

The crazy laughter disease was rampant.

The economy had collapsed.

Society was in disorder.

And now.

Huaxia had shown the whole world a ladder to heaven.

Instead of holding onto those worthless "possessions".

And slowly rotting in the quagmire of the old era.

It was better to go all in.

Push all their remaining chips onto Huaxia's table!

If they won the bet.

The Republic of California could become a "loyal minister of the rising dragon" on the North America continent.

And get a slice of the pie in the tide of the new era.

And as sophisticated egoists, Garsen and the politicians of the Republic of California.

Would even obtain a first-class ticket because of this.

If they lost the bet...

They had nothing anyway.

What more could they lose?

"That bastard! He is stealing our business!"

Macron was so angry that he slammed his fist onto the table.

"He has driven the price so low, how are we supposed to negotiate with Huaxia?!"

They had just been discussing.

How to utilize their advantages in industry, technology, and talent.

To negotiate terms with Huaxia.

But in the blink of an eye.

Garsen had flipped the table.

He wasn't playing anymore.

He was just giving it away for free!

How could they negotiate now?

However.

What made them even more devastated was yet to come.

Just as Garsen's speech ended.

Another figure pushed through the reporters.

And rushed onto the podium.

It was a burly redneck.

Behind him.

Was the "Lone Star Flag" of the Republic of Texas.

"We, the Republic of Texas, do not accept this!"

Texas President Abbott roared at the camera.

"What can those Californians do besides making movies and writing code?"

"For big projects like building space cities, you have to look to us in Texas!"

"We in Texas possess the richest mineral resources and the most developed industrial system in North America. We are willing to transfer the mining rights for all of our oil, natural gas, and rare metals to Huaxia, free of charge!"

"..."

Before Abbott had even finished speaking.

The President of the Republic of Florida had already impatiently squeezed onto the stage.

And announced on the spot.

That they were willing to designate the entire NASB space center, along with the vast surrounding land, as Huaxia's exclusive space base in North America.

Immediately after.

The President of the Republic of New York arrived.

He humbly announced.

That they were willing to turn Wall Street, the former global financial heart.

Into a fully transformed "Huaxia Currency Offshore Financial Center."

Using all their strength to assist the Huaxia currency in completing its global financial dominance.

The defection of these two state-nations was logical.

Huaxia had not only achieved a moon landing.

But had even finished building a lunar base city.

NASB indeed no longer had a reason to exist.

And after the Eagle Dollar fell from its pedestal, Wall Street...

If it didn't find a new backer quickly.

It was only a matter of time before it became a ruin.