December 26, 2058, 3:00 p.m., South American time.
Deep in the Amazon Rainforest, the Ruins of Ancient Civilization No. 9 had an underground base jointly established by the major powers.
Therefore, whether it was the Five Great Nations, the Two Great Martial Arts Halls, or the HR Alliance, all of them had the right to send people inside.
Naturally, the staff here also came from the various factions.
Under normal circumstances, the staff here didn't have much to do. They just kept the base running, stayed in touch with their own factions, and received the War Gods who came here.
During their shifts, they could even play games on their computers.
It was the kind of good job everyone wanted.
"Old Zhang, I heard your daughter works for Jiuzhou Group?" asked a middle-aged European Union man in a white robe, his brown hair neatly combed. He spoke fluent Chinese. "Is it really as good as you say?"
"Of course!" Old Zhang nodded. "The benefits at Jiuzhou Group are genuinely good, for one thing."
"I'm so jealous of you Chinese! I wonder when Jiuzhou Group will open more subsidiaries in the European Union." The brown-haired European sighed. "From what I've heard, the HR Alliance has been targeting Jiuzhou Group lately."
"How are they targeting them? Are they brewing wine too?" Old Zhang perked up.
"How else? They're entrenched in those European Base Cities, so they control what people think from every angle."
"Sometimes they even ask local officials to hold up Jiuzhou Group's approvals." The brown-haired man shrugged. "You know, officials over there aren't like yours."
"I get it!" Old Zhang laughed and nodded. "It's an old Western tradition—tripping each other up. They never get anything useful done, but they're world-class at wasting time."
"Exactly." The brown-haired man casually opened his