The big shots from every side braved the blazing sun and joined Alvin for a sweat-inducing meal of Jianghu cuisine.
When Alvin finally had a little free time, big shots began coming over one after another to greet him, subtly trying to find out what he planned to do after getting married.
Even the prime minister of a small European country tried to invite Alvin to join some Weather Accord Organization...
Who knew what kind of influence Alvin had over the "weather"?
With his head full of questions, Alvin was no match for such roundabout probing. In the end, he had no choice but to switch from Beer to Hard Liquor and down a few drinks with every big shot who came over to shoot the breeze.
Then he discovered that no matter how impressive someone was, once they got drunk, they were all pretty much the same.
They still threw up when they had to, and they still spouted nonsense when they had to...
It was only when an old man put on a helpless, cutesy act and asked Alvin to help Europe build a new city on the moon that Alvin finally understood how difficult things were for these political big shots.
Earth's economic Order had been in place for over a century. The countries that had taken the lead in industry had enjoyed the economic and technological dividends for decades.
The rule-makers led by Europe and the United States had begun to feel enormous political pressure as the broader situation on Earth started to change.
Once Alvin opened the Alien Technology Catalog and shattered the technological blockade in one fell swoop, Europe's upper echelons, who had grown accustomed to a comfortable life, began to feel uneasy.
The lunar base was just a trial balloon. They needed to