You jerk?!
Carl was emotional and wanted to say something more, but Chai Ping immediately stopped him.
Chai Ping's face remained expressionless, his demeanor unchanged.
"What Mr. Becker thinks is not something we can interfere with, just as what we want to do is our freedom, and likewise, not something Mr. Becker can interfere with."
"We are now quite certain that in a month and a half, the world will be hit by an unprecedented superstorm, and we have decided to prepare countermeasures in advance."
Furthermore, we have informed you of this news as early as possible, and we assume no responsibility for what happens next.
Becker's face was grim, and he showed no intention of replying.
But Chai Ping remained unaffected, speaking in his usual calm and collected tone, "Today's meeting still didn't yield a good result, but I still suggest that Mr. Becker sign the documents I gave you..."
"On September 1st, representatives from dozens of countries in the Northern Hemisphere will gather in our country for a visit. Those who sign the agreement at that time will gain the opportunity to travel to a parallel universe..."
"No need to say anything!"
Bell looked grim; he hadn't expected that even with all his efforts, dozens of countries in the Northern Hemisphere would still be alarmed.
"I'm not a coward, I won't be scared by your little tricks."
After leaving with a final remark, Becker departed with a cold expression.
Chai Ping and Carl were left in the lounge.
"What should we do next?" Carl stared at the situation, somewhat dumbfounded.
He wasn't particularly skilled in diplomacy, especially with someone so stubborn. In his previous timeline, when faced with someone so obstinate and foul-mouthed, he would usually authorize his soldiers to break the person's teeth and then force them to swallow the words.
However, after joining the Mutual Aid Society, this method clearly became ineffective.
So what are they supposed to do in this situation?
Carl looked at Chai Ping with a blank expression.
Chai Ping shrugged, called over a waiter from a distance, and calmly ordered two cups of coffee and three servings of cookies.
"Eat and drink more, we might not be able to eat such authentic coffee and cookies again."
"So we're just giving up like this?" Carl looked at Chai Ping flat on the ground and couldn't help but feel despair.
He has a mission objective in coming to this time and space.
His superior, Thomas, managed to snatch this mission from Robert in No. 2 Spacetime and Taylor in No. 4 Spacetime.
If he were to simply sit idly by and watch his brother nations in this timeline perish in the disaster, would their countries still be able to remain part of the Mutual Aid Society?
Seeing Carl looking like a cat on a hot tin roof, Chai Ping patted him on the shoulder and couldn't help but sigh, "If only Becker were as easy to talk to as you."
"Uh... Chai, you know that's not what I wanted to ask."
"Don't worry, I know what you want to ask, and we know what we should do next. We'll work together to help you."
"But first, you have to answer one question for me."
"Speak..." Carl straightened his expression, but the anxiety in his tone remained.
Chai Ping said, "Do you think it's possible to save everyone in the Northern Hemisphere within a month and a half, achieving a perfect migration like in your timeline?"
this...
Carl paused for a moment, then shook his head.
"Impossible. We had over three years to prepare, and this is all we've accomplished."
There are still billions of people in their No. 1 Spacetime who haven't been relocated yet.
Thanks to the recent dispatch of a group of people to the headquarters of the Mutual Aid Society First Division, where they waited to "get on the bus," the relocation work has gone much more smoothly.
They prepared for so long and only managed to achieve this much. This timeline is almost ten years behind theirs, so naturally they couldn't possibly do better than them.
"If we can save most of the people, or even half of them, I think that's enough."
Carl said.
His demands were that low, especially after seeing Becker's uncooperative attitude.
Chai Ping nodded, relieved that Carl wasn't the idealist type.
"Since you have this idea, then just let things take their course from here on out."
Chai Ping smiled mysteriously, stood up, and pointed to the window of the lounge. " Becker doesn't want the people to leave the North, and the corporations won't let them leave the North either, but people are free."
"We just need to let the people move south on their own initiative."
domestic.
Zhang Tianyuan Zhong Ruijin, reviewing the day's work.
"Following the official announcement from the meteorological department today, we have so far received visitation requests from thirty-seven countries."
They will arrive on September 1st.
"In addition, seven countries were successfully persuaded today to take measures to address disaster preparedness by October, such as activating their civil defense facilities, stockpiling energy and food, and establishing emergency relocation mechanisms, etc. Although they only took tentative steps and did not agree to begin relocation immediately, it is still a good sign..."
Zhang Tianyuan and Zhong Ruijin silence, occasionally asking a question or two, their expressions remaining largely unchanged.
Although the current situation is not good, it is still within their expectations.
Based on a single paper and a warning, along with some seemingly absurd individuals claiming to be from a parallel universe, they think they can force all the countries in the Northern Hemisphere to migrate south?
Even the five United Nations philanthropists clearly don't have that kind of audacity.
Not only Zhong Ruijin didn't have it, but even Becker and his group didn't have it. Xxs-2
The fact that a few countries are willing to listen and dozens are willing to come and verify the decision already indicates that the situation is quite favorable.
"Let's continue with the original plan. They're blocking our information, so we'll break their blockade and let everyone hear our voices. After that, we can only leave it to fate."
Zhang Tianyuan sighed; there was nothing he could do about the current situation.
The world offers too small a window of opportunity.
If given two or three years, or even just one year, like in the movie "2012," he's confident he can use a carrot-and-stick approach to make everyone believe that climate change and a superstorm are imminent.
At worst, we can just surround the North America continent with fighter jets again, just like in the 2012 timeline.
But there's only a month and a half left...
This is way too short.
This is not only detrimental to his work, but also to the work being carried out in this time and space.
After all, some people are born with the tendency to give up.
Just like going to school, waking up with half an hour before morning reading versus having ten minutes before is a completely different attitude.
Half an hour is enough time to try and catch up, but when there are only ten minutes left, most people will choose to give up.
The current situation is similar.
Even if other countries are willing to believe in Mutual Aid Society, believe in Zhong Ruijin, and believe in climate disasters.
But now they only have a month and a half left to save him...
Some people would rather not believe it.
Zhang Tianyuan and Zhong Ruijin's current strategy is to either create panic or use scientific reasoning to persuade others, as long as it can attract the attention of people around the world.
Then, whether these people who are paying attention are afraid or believe it, the key is to do everything possible to encourage them to migrate south spontaneously.
That's the only way to have a chance of saving your life.
As for relying entirely on other countries' official organizations to organize the evacuation...
Zhong Ruijin had told Zhang Tianyuan long ago that this idea was unrealistic.
Next, information warfare and attack activities took place both domestically and internationally.
China's meteorological department releases papers and the latest disaster warnings to the world at irregular intervals every day.
Meanwhile, Becker's orders were still in effect.
North America has gone to great lengths to suppress this information, to the point that apart from the internet and word-of-mouth among the public, there is virtually no news related to climate change.
The overall economy has remained stable, even as the economies of Eurasia have been thrown into turmoil, North America has remained steadfast.
This has become Becker's most dazzling achievement in recent years...
However, most people do not pay attention to his political achievements.
For example, Jack.
Could the interruption of the warm current's migration have been the main cause of the Younger Dryas event 10,000 years ago?
Jack stayed in his small office, studying Liu Chunshi's paper.
He found the ideas in this paper to be very helpful to his paleoclimate research, especially the Younger Dryas event, which he was studying and which was a perfect match for this theory.
"Their system looks incredibly sophisticated, as if they've actually experienced the Ice Age firsthand. The data is so detailed and perfect; it's simply astonishing..."
As Jack did some simple calculations on the paper, he couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.
His boss, Tom, along with Frank and Jason, who had just returned from vacation, sat to one side.
Upon hearing Jack's exclamation, Jason immediately said, "I told you long ago that Liu and his group must be underground people from a prehistoric civilization. They might have personally experienced the Ice Age 12,000 years ago, which is why they can produce such detailed data."
"Stop talking nonsense, Jason..." Frank looked at the young man speechlessly. He was a quick-witted person, how did he become like this after a trip to Antarctica?
Tom looked annoyed.
" Jack, based on your current understanding of this paper, what do you think it says?"
What are the chances that it's true?
He looked at Jack with a slightly nervous expression.
He didn't care about the theories in the papers, nor did he care about the legends of the subterranean people in Antarctica.
He just wanted to know whether this paper was real or fake!
He didn't believe it at first, but his connections and work in the meteorological department proved irresistible.
The actions of the domestic meteorological department these past few days have been kept secret from 99% of people in North America, but he knows everything about them without missing a single detail.
These unusual actions, coupled with the analysis in this paper, which, from his professional perspective, even seemed somewhat professional...
This immediately made him feel uneasy.
That's why he secretly arranged for Jack, who was more capable than him, to study this paper.
If Jack believed it was true or possible, then he arranged for his family to get pregnant in advance.
Is it true or false?
As Jack faced Tom's question, his hand kept moving back and forth on his chin. His unshaven beard, which hadn't been cut for days, pricked him a little, but it also made his thoughts clearer.
After a moment, he gave an answer, "Possibly."
"I've met Liu and even had discussions with him. I believe their level of expertise and insights far surpass mine, and they've even applied their paper to events that occurred 12,000 years ago..."
"We'll find that everything seems to be history repeating itself, only this time it might be more intense."
He had already made some progress on the Younger Dryas event 12,000 years ago, so when he applied the information in the paper to the context, he found that the arguments were basically valid, and he knew that the paper was definitely not just pure fabrication.
"OK, OK..."
Upon hearing Jack's answer, Tom paced anxiously around the room a few times, then ran out without saying a word.
"Where did he go?" the youngest, Jason, asked, puzzled.
Frank said, "He probably went to tell his family to go on vacation south, right?"
"... This, this..." Jason immediately realized, "Should we also prepare a plan for a vacation to the south?"
Frank patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "Looks like your brain isn't completely broken after all."
Jason, however, had no interest in continuing the conversation and, like Tom, ran out to find a phone.
There's no doubt that he was suggesting a vacation to the south to his family.
Frank, who remained behind, glanced at Jack.
"You can go too." Jack waved his hand, indicating that he wasn't needed here.
And so Frank followed along.
Jack remained alone in his office for a while, lost in thought. Then, he suddenly sat down, picked up the phone on his desk, and dialed his wife's office directly.
His wife's name is Lucy, and she is a doctor.
Soon, an employee answered the phone and, upon hearing his identity, immediately summoned Lucy.
" Jack? What's wrong? I still have three patients to treat..."
" Lucy," Jack paused, "Um... would you and Sam be interested in taking a vacation south for a while, like to Miami's beaches, sitting on beach chairs and enjoying the sea breeze..."
Jack continued talking to himself, completely unaware that Lucy's expression grew increasingly serious as she listened.
After listening, the woman's face hardened, and she directly exposed her husband. " Jack, you never talk like this. You don't care about anything outside of research, let alone where Sam and I are going on vacation. What's wrong with you?"
Jack grunted for a while before finally telling the truth, "The weather might be a bit unusual lately, so just to be on the safe side, I'd like you to go south for a while."
"Is it about the weather warning?" Lucy realized immediately.
Jack was somewhat surprised. "How did you know?"
"I heard about this from patients. They said it caused a huge uproar overseas. Do you think such a disaster could happen?"
"Well, I just did some research, and it's theoretically possible, so you and Sam would be best off..."
Lucy paused for a moment, then said, "Okay, since you put it that way, I'll go to Miami with Sam. What about you?"
"I'm not worried. I'm in Washington, not far from those politicians. Nothing can happen here."
Jack scratched his head as he spoke.
Lucy was about to say something when she heard someone call Jack's name, followed by, "Someone's calling me. You and Sam remember to go to Miami. I have to go now..."
Beep beep beep--
As Lucy heard the phone hang up, she felt a headache coming on.
Meanwhile, Jack also received the latest news from Tom.
"What?"
The New Delhi Climate Change Conference has been convened ahead of schedule?!