A fortress-like building stands here, surrounded by American soldiers with live ammunition, at least tens of thousands according to visual estimates.
There is also an army airport not far away.
There are patrol helicopters all over the sky. If you go higher and pass through the atmosphere, you can see at least five military satellites staring at this fortress.
This is known as the safest place, not a single mosquito can fly in.
This is also the center of Atlanta's wealth storage, and the place with the largest gold reserves in Atlanta.
National Treasury, also known as the national treasury.
In fact, every country's treasury must be filled with gold, because gold never depreciates.
Secondly, gold is also an important material in the jewelry industry, electronics industry, communications industry, aviation industry and other sectors. Gold must be used in many places.
This also allows gold to remain the most precious symbol of wealth after thousands of years.
Today, we have a guest here, Lao Te.
Even if he is the chief T, he cannot enter and exit the treasury at will. He needs to obtain permission from three departments at the same time.
Although I didn't know what Lao Te wanted to do, the three departments still agreed, and then Lao Te came here.
Lao Te himself has only been here twice.
After signing a lot of complicated documents, Lao Te was able to go all the way to the treasury of wealth in the United States under the leadership of the treasury manager.
"Mr. ZT, what's the matter with you coming here?" the manager asked, still puzzled.
Lao Te replied without changing his face: "I know I will be leaving office soon. I want to take a look at the strong heritage of our Atlanta country and remember it before I leave, isn't it okay?"
The manager was dubious, but opened the safety door and let him in.
But after Lao Te entered, he only glanced twice, then turned around and left.
"Mr. ZT, are you done reading now?"
"After reading it, don't you wish I could spend more time?" Lao Te asked angrily.
"Of course not. Now that you've finished reading, let's go."
"Um."
Lao Te sighed, then got back into his car and left quickly.
Everyone was confused by Lao Te's operation. Is he really just here to take a look at the treasury? Doesn't he have any other meaning?
Only Lao Te himself knew that at this time, he was already talking to someone in the car.
"I've done what you asked me to do. Why do you still ask me to take you to the treasury? You can obviously come and go at will." Lao Te said earnestly.
The conversation between the two people could not be heard by the driver in front. The front and rear of the car were completely soundproofed.
Jiang Siming sat next to Lao Te, crossed his legs and yawned: "I asked you to go to the treasury, so of course I asked you to help me cover it. When they find out that the treasury has been stolen in the future, the first person to suspect will definitely not be
It will be me, but you."
Lao Te couldn't say a word and gritted his teeth.
If he couldn't beat him, he really wanted to slap this shameless guy to death!
"You want to hit me, are you sure you are alive enough for me to punch you back?" Jiang Siming penetrated Lao Te's thoughts.
Lao Te immediately gave up the idea and thought to himself, damn, this guy really has the ability to read minds!
At first he thought it was a lie.
Jiang Siming didn't care either.
"Okay, now that everything is done, I should go back. Remember what you said today. If you dare to leak it out, you and your family will be like those killers."
Lao Te broke out in cold sweat and quickly shook his head: "Don't worry, I won't be so stupid."
He didn't know how these killers were treated. He thought they were all dead, but in fact they were still playing PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds on Animal Planet.
"Good Good, I like chatting with smart people. To be honest, we Chinese people are really reluctant to leave you when you leave office." Jiang Siming patted Lao Te on the shoulder.
Lao Te thought he was complimenting him, so a smile finally appeared on his face and he said, "Yeah, they all like me, right?"
"Of course, they all praise you as Comrade Jianguo, a spy sent by China to cause trouble in Atlanta." Jiang Siming answered honestly.
Lao Te: "...."
What a shame, what a shame! What a shame!
"By the way, there is another song, but you probably won't understand it."
"What song? I want to hear it!" Lao Te was so angry that he wanted to hear what song it was.
Hearing this, Jiang Siming smiled, took out his mobile phone, searched the Internet, and put it out directly.
It is an adaptation of Jay Chou's "All the Way North"
"I turned my back, wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes, drank the moonlight in my cup, and paid tribute to the festive season. Wandering outside Bai Gongmen was my last chance. After decades of traveling to the United States, my temples had faded, and my clothes had faded.
I have no regrets as my belt grows wider, and I work tirelessly to revitalize China~~"
"I have been heading towards beauty all the way. The day and night I left my motherland, I sneered behind the mask. My dark soul was no match for the hangover. I hoped to retire after my success, but my old body could no longer walk as fast as I could. I sighed and couldn't sleep, and my husband cried because of his white hair~~
"
"Who can not covet the throne, take detours in the fame and fortune fair, govern the country by doing nothing, wave the ink pen in hand, read documents wantonly, and quietly rewrite the fate of the country~~"
"The devastated world on earth, the lamps and lamps are exhausted, the buildings are in ruins, I am arrogant about everything, only my thoughts are with me, my love is so deep that I can't even eat or sleep, the wind blows into the night and breaks my heart~~"
"I am heading towards the United States all the way, leaving the border of China. Even if I go there and never return, why should I be afraid of the thorny land? Don't sing nonsense and never return. I am afraid that when I meet again someday, things have changed and people have changed. Who is my name? Hidden in
A pile of old papers~~"
"I have been heading towards beauty all the way, I have sacrificed my youth without any regrets, the fleeting years are driving people, I will not allow the history to be turned into ashes, I sing with tears at the end of the night, my dream is full of red flags, the dragon proudly takes off, the horse tramples Cui Wei, who else can I give up, I will die
, Use yourself as a monument!"
(I don’t mean it as a joke, I just think this song is really awesome, with millions of lyrics, perfect! If you want to listen to it, you can go to Xiaobao.com and search for Supersonic Man. His works are all great!)
After listening to this song, Lao Te was speechless and choked up.
"Although I don't understand these lyrics, they still sound familiar to me. I once had a dream."
"In the dream, there are high loess slopes filled with strong winds, and there are fellow villagers from northern Shaanxi with big smiles holding big bowls of tea. There are the Three Gorges and Six Rivers with thousands of mountains, and there are lilac alleys drizzled with drizzle..."
The more Jiang Siming listened, the more something was wrong. Hey, hey, hey, don’t do it, classmate Old Tang?
"In the end, I only dreamed of October in Harbin many, many years ago, with ice on the eaves, the whistle of a train to an exotic country in the distance, and thick smoke. Finally, as a young man, I saluted an old man.
, and there will be no news from him again.”
The old man spoke so eloquently that he shed tears for no apparent reason.
Jiang Siming’s head is full of Nick Young’s question mark emoticons.
Suddenly I remembered some news I saw recently.
"He is trying to restore the great glory of a country, and that country is not Atlanta!" - New York Times.
"He once said: Our country has the best control over the epidemic. At first we didn't understand what he was talking about, but later we found out what he was talking about!" - The Washington Post.
....
This is just a joke, the story is purely fictitious, just to make everyone laugh, please don’t take it personally (bad laugh)