"Jonathan, Jonathan, don't tell you that you're playing again?"
"Mom, my brother has become a vampire? Only vampires lie in coffins."
"You can ask him yourself when he comes down. Damn it, I will throw that coffin into the street sooner or later. I will do what I say!"
"No, no, no, mom, I'm coming, I'm coming."
"Jonathan, you have been lying down since yesterday morning. Look at the time. Honey, it's 9 o'clock. Don't you need to eat? Aren't you hungry? Don't you need to go to the toilet? Or can these be solved in the game?
?”
"Ha, Mom, this game is a blast. Do you understand? Eat? You can also taste delicious food in the game. Just like in reality, it also requires superb cooking skills..."
"Don't tell me this, I'm not interested!"
"Mom, this time is different. Really, I have a hunch that it will be popular all over the world. Everyone will be unable to live without it, including you. Everyone will make a home on it, including Little Nubia."
"Nubian also wants to play games, but he doesn't want to lie in a coffin."
"That's not a coffin. How many times do I have to say Nubia, that's a game warehouse. The latest model, Huaguo Golden Dragon 2.1 version, is a global limited edition. It's a blast."
"By the way, dear Jonathan, speaking of this, I recently received a huge bill of 180,000 yuan. Do you have anything to say about this?"
"I will return it to your mother. There is a lot of money in the game. Do you know how much one copper coin can be exchanged for? 21 meters. Do you know what this means? Just go out and kill monsters and you can earn a blue-collar worker."
The money for 8 hours of work...the exchange rate is crazy, there is gold everywhere in the game, I can pay the bills, don't worry, it will be three days at most, oh, no, a week."
"Three days, a week?"
"I need the game characters to grow up as quickly as possible, Mom, I am very short of money in the early stage."
"Okay, you can pay your bills, but you also have to arrange your time reasonably... Speaking of this, Father William has been waiting for a long time. He is your godfather. You won't forget what day it is today, right?
"
"Ha...that old guy...ok, I didn't forget, I also prepared a gift."
Mariah Carey, a single mother with a gold collar, packed her bags and went out with her two sons, Jonathan and Nubia. The weather was rare, the sun had come out, and the snow on the road had not yet melted. This was a neighborhood where the middle class and the rich lived.
It is still covered in silver, with pure white snow covering the lawns of every household, single-family villas, and evergreen shrubs all year round, creating a movie-quality scenery.
The opening day of Beimi's server has passed, and today is the second day. Jonathan, who was forcibly 'awakened' from the game by his mother, yawned and looked out the window boredly. He had long been tired of seeing the scenery, and unconsciously compared it with the scenery in the game.
Comparing the scenery, it feels inferior.
While driving, Mariah Carey observed her eldest son's demeanor and behavior with the corner of her eye. She felt that he was quite normal and showed no symptoms of worry, so she breathed a sigh of relief.
Due to work reasons, Mariah Carey is not ignorant about Canaan. The bank she works for is currently preparing for the IPO road show of North America Metaverse Business Group Co., Ltd. Are you an elite on Wall Street? Naturally, you will not object to your son playing games.
It's not that she has no interest in Canaan. On the contrary, she has a strong interest. She is a large part of the reason why Jonathan won the lottery.
"Maria, is Jonathan okay?"
"It's not good. He is still lying in that coffin until now. I am a little worried about his physical condition."
"Don't worry, there won't be any problems in a short time."
"That means there will be problems if this continues for a long time?"
"Even if symptoms occur, it will not be the result of pregnancy, just like... Spider-Man"
"God, I still can't believe this is happening in reality."
"The current God is from China. It should be said that the mysterious central brain in the Canaan game."
"Any secret information? George? I know you just participated in a meeting at the White House. Of course... if it involves secrets..."
"There is nothing that can be kept secret. It will be made public soon... That's it, the banking industry is preparing to enter Canaan."
"What? It's like the Chinese surrendered so quickly?"
"Don't say that, Maria, you are a professional..."
"Sorry, I'm a little excited."
"In fact, we have been involved in Canaan's... er, part of the offline business, starting very early."
"Exchange rate market."
"Yes, the profits are huge, but I didn't expect... well, let's not talk about this. The White House has come to the conclusion that even the Chinese cannot fully master this... er, game, let's use the word game to describe it."
"So, there is a Mr. ET hidden behind the Chinese people?"
"This is almost an open secret. It is the so-called central intelligence brain. Maybe this central intelligence brain also plays an assistant role. The key person is the mysterious chairman of the board of directors."
"Canaan parent company?"
"Yes, he brought an epoch-making gift to the Chinese people. Unfortunately, it is not the United States that God cares about."
"Then...the White House is absolutely fully committed to joining the fight for this game?"
"Yes, the popularity of Canaan has been unstoppable. It has extremely great significance for technology, culture and... the mysteries of human beings and their re-evolution. These have been confirmed. Combined with a large amount of research data and intelligence, it has been shown that it
The risks are generally controllable, and Mr. Chairman of the Board of Directors is not entirely on the Chinese side, so we still have a chance."
"Then...what should we do?"
"Be well prepared for this listing, strive to make Northern Canaan surpass Chinese Canaan, expand our online influence, attract and recruit players from all over the world to join our camp... When our camp is strong enough, the people behind the scenes will
Characters will naturally come to us.”
"I see."
"So don't worry about Jonathan, he might be the next Bill."
"You're kidding George"
"Who knows, as the Chinese say, we are at the prelude of a great era. An unprecedented change is slowly unfolding in human society. Its impact, depth and breadth of change are far greater than the previous ones.
The industrial revolution will definitely reshape the pattern of human society, and even human beings themselves as intelligent creatures..."
…
"Mom, what are you thinking about?"
"Ah, nothing"
"The church has arrived."
Mariah Carey's father is a New Zealand immigrant and a devout and conservative Catholic. When she was young, Mariah Carey was famous for being rebellious. After entering middle age, she returned to tradition. Although she is a Wall Street elite, she is a vampire cursed and reviled by the public.
, is indeed a devout Catholic believer. Under her strict teachings, her two children, although they have no father, have always been excellent in character and academics, and are representatives of the neighborhood children.
Although the priest of the evangelical church in this neighborhood, William, is a black man, he has a good personal relationship with Mariah Carey and is also Jonathan’s godfather. Today is Sunday, a day for the whole family to engage in religious activities. There are cars parked in front of the church.
The tall, gray-haired Father William was waiting on the steps, shaking hands with the believers who came one by one and saying hello.
"Little Jonathan, I know you, oh, player, right?"
Father William is very approachable. Although he has a black accent that conservative white people hate, he is very magnetic, just like a rich subwoofer, which makes people feel comfortable listening without feeling disgusted.
In fact, this priest was also a well-known rapper when he was young, but it was only when he got older and passed away that he converted to the embrace of the Lord and found the second spring of his career.
"Let me guess, let me guess, you don't look like you've been lying in a coffin all day. I mean, several of the little guys on the block are so energetic. It's hard to believe that they have been lying in the coffin for a whole day.
.”
"William, that's a game barn, not a coffin!" Jonathan protested.
“Vampires sleep in coffins!”, 4-year-old Nubia, wearing a small lapel suit, has never forgotten this joke.
"There are no vampires in reality, Nubia..."
While the two brothers were bickering, William and Maria Kelly had already greeted each other, and after a few words, they led the family of three into the church.
Nubia, who was a member of the children's choir, was separated from her family midway and was led backstage by a faculty member.
Maria took her eldest son and sat down on the bench in the front row, greeting and socializing in a low voice with familiar parishioners from the same neighborhood. When Father William changed his outfit, he led another more unfamiliar person with a solemn expression.
When the priest came out, the hall fell silent.
"Today we are fortunate to have Pastor James Bond from Brother Parish..."
Even though it was a serious religious occasion, the attendees still smiled implicitly after hearing the name. After being introduced by Pastor William, James Bond took the stage and began his sermon today.
"Actually, my friends are more accustomed to calling me Mr. 007." Before starting, there was a little humor, which received a lot of good-natured laughter, "The Genesis part of the Bible says..."
The believers listened to the sermon attentively, just like they had done for countless Sundays.
But it was different after the service.
The lovely children in the choir left the stage chattering, and Catherine was taken behind the scenes by the faculty to take photos with the children. Politicians from the neighborhood even came over to shake hands with her and chat for a few words. Pastor William and Mr. 007 just came over.
, took the remaining people to a more secluded warning room.
In front of the statue of the Crucifixion of Jesus, Ms. Ashniel Wang, the secretary from several nearby blocks and those from the archdiocese, were already waiting. The essence of the church from several nearby blocks gathered together, and the discussion was indeed very different.
Another thing that happened.
"Ms. Maria, Miss Maria?"
"Ah, what? Sorry, I was a little distracted."
"What do you think of Director Ashniel's proposal just now? Should we join forces to put pressure on the North American Metaverse Enterprise Group Company and put forward our reasonable demands?"
"Uh... what you're asking for is..."
"Canaan cannot live without the gospel of God, Ms. Mary. This is a very serious and fundamental issue that must be resolved as soon as possible."
"But as far as I know, Beimiyuan Universe Enterprise Group Co., Ltd. does not have such rights, and the relevant terms have not been agreed with the Chinese."
"But we have already obtained the agency operation rights of North America, haven't we? In this virtual world, believers in the United States actually have to believe in a bunch of fictitious data and codes... so-called gods! What is this? This is our values.
, an infringement of moral values and beliefs, it violates the most basic human rights..."
"What do you think?"
Local politicians shrugged and said they had no objections.
"We can mobilize a large-scale demonstration, or we can use the media to create public opinion. The White House and Congress have to support us, otherwise politicians will have to consider their re-election... This time we are serious, and all denominations stand united
On the front, no one, no one, can ignore our voices."
"Can……"
"There is nothing wrong with Ms. Maria!" Ashniel is a staid old lady, as staid as a nun who came out of a medieval monastery. She wears a burqa, and even her hair is covered in a deep hood.
, under the light, the stern facial features and deep-set eye sockets make people feel serious and scary, as if they are talking about something more important than her life.
The old lady had no good impression of Wall Street elites, and she was even more rude in her words. "Not only in North America, but also in the whole of Europe and even the whole world, we cannot continue to be silent and must make our voices heard."
Mariah Carey thought of the conversation about Canaan that Investment Bank President Paulson had just had, as well as the ongoing preparations for the listing, the fact that the Wall Street capital community was preparing to heavily position itself online, and the insightful people in the United States, including the strategic decision-making room.
The strategic move carried out by the think tanks unanimously to compete with the Chinese for "dominance of Canaan affairs"... is really a headache.
Intellectually, she should be opposed to the religious community jumping out to cause trouble at this time, but she has no position, violates political correctness, and is on the opposite side of everyone here.
"It's your opinion, Ms. Mariah Carey, and we need your support."
"Of course I agree."
"Very good!", the old lady completely took the initiative on the field, like a general on the battlefield who made the final decision, "This is the last parish I will coordinate. I am very happy that all the gentlemen and ladies here have reached the conclusion.
After reaching an agreement, we will next communicate our intentions to Beimiyuan Universe Affairs Group Company through various channels, hoping that they can show due sincerity."
After the meeting, Mariah Carey immediately reported the unexpected situation to Paulson, the president of the investment bank. Paulson had just learned about it and was in a state of panic. He heard that the church's mobilization had reached the neighborhood level. On the other end of the phone, Paulson
He shouted angrily: "Chinese people are not
Maybe they agree, but they can't agree, but they will be happy to see all this happen. Guess what, I kind of believe it now, pig teammates are more terrifying than your enemies, these pigs will destroy this place.
