This was undoubtedly a power grab—and an utterly blatant one at that.
Since ancient times, this could be called the first of its kind.
The people present had seen all manner of people before, but someone this "overbearing" was truly a first.
As the saying went, since ancient times, neither name nor vessel could be entrusted to another.
The so-called name and vessel were precisely authority.
Authority was something that could not be shared, not even between blood brothers, or even fathers and sons.
Yet faced with this situation, what welled up in the hearts of many present was neither anger nor calculation, but waiting—a silent wait.
The various nations actually had contingency plans for such a situation. Their think tanks were no sham, and Zhao Cheng's previous email had also been exceedingly direct.
It was just that, according to the expectations of many nations, Zhao Cheng should have acted more "gently," and not so swiftly. Proceeding step by step was supposed to be his style, rather than acting as he was now, as though he wanted to complete the transformation of the entire world in an instant.
The real world was an incomparably complex system. It was by no means like a strategy war game, where public support, military strength, financial resources, resources... every last thing was a plainly visible number, and even the loyalty of talents was locked in place. If one rushed things, the only outcome would be for the entire system to collapse outright.
"Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. There is nothing inherently wrong with establishing a community with a shared future for mankind, but isn't there a suspicion that this is being rushed?"
Someone spoke, breaking the heavy silence.
"Human society is a complex and fragile system. So many ethnic groups, so many cultures,