The wind was a bit chilly late at night.
But even though Connor wasn't on deck, he still felt a chill.
He had optimistically thought that by allowing the Joint Fleet to stop in port today, the two sides would establish friendly relations and the future would be stable... m.
But now it seems, what kind of stability is this?!
He was sitting on a barrel of gunpowder, holding a blazing torch. If he hadn't accidentally shaken his hand even slightly, he would have been blown into the air by the explosion!
If Meng Anping hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't have known that he had already dealt with the Mutual Aid Society twice before.
Unfortunately, this "fight" really happened...
Connor's mind was in complete turmoil.
If you're going to give up overseas interests, you'll have to make up for it elsewhere.
Otherwise, he himself wouldn't be able to do it in the first place.
At the very least, after he extended his reach back from overseas, shouldn't they find a way to make up for the resulting gaps in their domestic demand for oil and fresh water?
Otherwise, having his windows smashed would be a minor issue.
On a larger scale, these issues relate to the normal functioning of the country.
On a smaller scale, there are huge interests involved behind this, and if he rashly touches upon it, he might end up being put in a convertible.
In short, this is not an easy matter.
However, the Joint Fleet is clearly not having an easy time either...
If he chooses not to relinquish control, then he'll have to ask the opinions of the thirty carrier strike groups.
Meng Anping knew his predicament, so after pausing for a moment and feeling that the time was right, she told him another story.
An event that occurred in Interstellar Spacetime.
"Someone in another dimension found a new planet, so they decided to abandon the old planet and migrate as a whole?"
Connor immediately understood Meng Anping's intention.
"You mean, we can use the resources of that old planet?"
"Yes, I have obtained the consent of President Zhang and the other branches; we are qualified to import the necessary resources from that time and space."
"Can we import everything, whether it's oil, natural gas, or even coal?"
Connor asked in surprise.
"The future will have all of that; aside from food, the Earth in that timeline produces almost every resource imaginable, and in great abundance..."
When this was mentioned, Meng Anping suddenly felt a bitter feeling.
The so-called abundance of resources in the Wandering Spacetime is just related to him
It's only based on comparisons within our own spacetime. If compared to other spacetimes, it's just average.
However, Connor is completely unaware of this.
He frantically asked about all the resources that were usually lacking.
Is there any fresh water?
"Of course there is. In fact, there's a spacetime where they're selling large quantities of fresh water. They've already exported a total of 50,000 cubic kilometers of fresh water recently..."
Meng Anping picked up a public notice from a Economic and Trade Organization regarding freshwater resource trade and calmly read the data aloud to Connor.
Connor hurriedly asked someone to explain to him what 50,000 cubic kilometers of fresh water meant... This amount was completely beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
Besides freshwater, there is now a significant amount of trade within Economic and Trade Organization.
Although it is still in the early stages of development, a large number of goods have already circulated between the spacetime branches through this organization, becoming a powerful means of replenishing supplies for various spacetimes in addition to aid.
Even the currency issue was initially resolved through the joint efforts of the various branches.
What was originally just a shell of Economic and Trade Organization is growing at a visible pace thanks to the efforts of its various branches.
Meng Anping's introduction to the Economic and Trade Organization aroused Connor's longing, who had just figured out exactly how much "water content" 50,000 cubic kilometers of freshwater actually contained.
An organization that can trade with several parallel universes, many of which either have resources or technology...
Doesn't this sound better than him scrimping and saving on importing small amounts of oil and fresh water from overseas?
Connor was tempted.
If he could stop now and import resources from other timelines in the future, he wouldn't necessarily object.
Especially considering the Joint Fleet's current visit to New York, this outcome is already the best possible one.
After finishing the phone call, Connor left his secretary and others in the small cubicle to continue tidying up, then walked out alone, leaning on the railing and gazing at the distant shore.
Only then did he realize that although it was late at night, the city on the shore was still brightly lit and bustling with activity.
Although this is New York, New York also has slums, and the affluent Manhattan Borough is in the heart of the Harbor District, behind the Statue of Liberty Statue, which is not visible from here.
Connor is looking at now is the building located on the south side of Manhattan.
Brooklyn, this place...
Overall, it's not very developed, and the crime rate is relatively high, so I would never recommend going out late at night.
But even in this place, a large crowd has gathered on the shore late at night, making it even more lively than during the day.
And it wasn't just on land; Connor looked around and realized the sea was even more bustling.
First, the supply ships he had previously ordered are now speeding across from Virginia Beach in the south, providing supplies to the Joint Fleet at sea.
Among the numerous warships, there were also some cargo ships that had previously been stuck in the middle of the fleet, which were now able to clear the waterway and have the opportunity to leave.
But while some ships wanted to leave, others wanted to come in.
Connor then looked out over the binoculars and saw cruise ships and small boats appearing there, recklessly trying to squeeze in.
"..."
Connor was utterly speechless at this scene.
Fortunately, their warships were on the sea driving away the cruise ships and small boats, preventing the civilian vessels from getting close. This must have been Lewis's arrangement.
However, this also served as a reminder to Connor.
New York beaches are already so lively, not to mention other places, especially online, the news has probably spread everywhere.
Connor, enjoying the sea breeze, surprisingly felt increasingly energetic.
He's been at sea all day, and his emotions have been fluctuating a lot. He's been up until late at night now; even an iron man would be exhausted.
Now, however, it's as if they've been given performance-enhancing drugs.
He called Lewis over.
The old gentleman was indeed awake, and was on standby at any moment.
What's the matter?
" Lewis, go and coordinate right away. I need to give a televised address now."
The old gentleman paused for a moment, then lowered his hand from his hair ornament. "Is it on this warship?"
"Right!"
"Should we take a helicopter back to land first?"
"No." Connor firmly stated his decision, worried that if he went down and couldn't get back up due to some issue, it would be quite embarrassing.
Or what if, after he leaves, President Zhang thinks the visit is over and runs away with the fleet?
Now it's different. He's staying on the ship; you can't just take him with you when you leave, can you?