National Convention Center, Kyoto.

Today's martial law is being imposed at the National Convention Center because the triennial World Wealth Forum is being held here today, and this afternoon, the top leader of Yanqi will come to the venue to make a 20-minute speech.

This year's Fortune Forum was more lively than ever, as the economy of country E has recovered since last year, and currencies have begun to enter an upward channel, followed by a sharp correction in commodity and precious metal prices. The corresponding local currencies of countries around the world have also begun to depreciate against the currencies of country E. Among them, it is especially true that the countries that export resources are still the same, and Syria and Iraq are the first to bear the brunt.

The stock markets and futures markets of various countries fluctuated sharply, and the multinational financial predators added fuel to the fire, using many small countries as ATMs, and some small countries could not accept such economic fluctuations, and internal economic crises began to appear, and the countries were on the verge of bankruptcy, and gradually began to be politically turbulent. As a result, political frictions between countries began to escalate, and national contradictions, which had been constantly disputed due to historical, religious and political reasons, became even more irreconcilable. The whole world is in a very delicate state of instability.

To this end, the Fortune Economic Forum has become a weather vane for countries around the world to explore the future economy and politics. What's more, the forum was held in Yanqi, the second most powerful country in the world, which increased the importance of the meeting. The relationship between country E and Yanqi, the relationship between Syria and Iran, Yanqi's views on the current economy, and, more importantly, the approach, are all the primary concerns of all countries.

At this time, it was nearly 2 o'clock, the morning keynote speeches and lunch exchanges had ended, and the representatives of various countries returned to the main conference hall of the National Convention Center, waiting for the arrival of the heads of state of Yanqi.

Just after 2 o'clock, the host walked up to the podium and did not speak first, but looked around the room. As he looked around, the small noise in the venue gradually disappeared, and everyone knew that the most important part of this forum was coming.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. After the morning keynote, we begin the afternoon agenda. Next, I would like to invite Yu Shijie, President of the Yanqi Federation...."

The music and the click of the flash lights sounded at the same time, and a middle-aged man steadily stepped onto the podium, calm, powerful, resolute, and trustworthy.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

First of all, I would like to welcome you to Yanqi in this golden autumn season and participate in this grand event.

I suggest that after the end of this meeting, you can go to see the maple leaves of Beigu Mountain, take a look at the incense of Wuliang Temple, and then go to the lively 17th Street to taste the most authentic Kyoto snacks that only Kyoto can have. Speaking of this, Yu Shijie turned his head to look at the Minister of Commerce standing in the queue of senior leaders standing on the side of the stage, and said with a smile, "Hey, Mike, I told you that the wonton on Seventeenth Street is not allowed to raise prices these days......"

I didn't expect the opening remarks of the supreme leader of the Yanqi Federation to be so easy-going and funny, and the audience couldn't help but smile knowingly.

With Yu Shijie's speech, the famous scenery of Kyoto was constantly scrolling on the big screen of the podium, which attracted the interest of many attendees. Yes, after the forum, you might as well go to these places for a walk, many people thought to themselves.

"But...", just as the laughter in the audience slowed down a little, Yu Shijie suddenly changed the topic just now, and said with a serious expression, "Next... I'd like to ask you to take a look at a few other photos...."

With Yu Shijie's words, the beautiful scenery of Kyoto on the big screen disappeared and was replaced by a photo that stunned all the participants.

In the picture, a baby is crying loudly, surrounded by a barren desert, not far from him, where his starving mother is lying, and in front of him, a vulture is staring at him!

Everyone was shocked by this terrifying picture, and the venue was silent.

"This is a picture taken by a famous journalist from country E in Syria....I know that you must be wondering, what happened to that child, is he still alive?...

I don't know, just as I don't know, what is happening to a child like him, how long will he live in this world!

On the big screen, a scrawny old man sits on the ground, and in his arms is a young man covered in blood who has died.

"I would like to ask you to take a closer look at this old man's eyes....this look is no longer sorrow, pain, all that remains is despair in the future and numbness to reality...!"

"Is this the world? No, it's hell!"

"Hunger, war, poverty....this world has a paradise as beautiful as West Lake and Yupod Island, and this world also has the hell you see in front of your eyes!"

Speaking of this, Yu Shijie glanced down and found that a seat in the first row was empty, and felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what the problem was, so he continued:

"All of you here are economic leaders from all over the world. I can also understand how you feel before you come to the conference. In recent years, especially since the beginning of this year, there have been great fluctuations in the world economy, and the governments of various countries have made a lot of efforts for their own countries; at the same time, they are also competing for more resources and more interests because of different positions. But what I'm trying to say now is...

In the game of mutual interests, can we think a little for the whole of humanity? Without affecting their own interests, can the countries think a little for those who live in poverty and hunger....endure their own selfish desires, lower their ambitions a little, and perhaps, that baby, countless children like that baby, that father, and countless fathers like that father, and their children, will go to hell...... Back to the world!"

"Heaven or hell, that's the question. Life and death, cooperation and confrontation, too.

If every one of us here, every one of us in the world, can take into account the interests and goals of others and love more when pursuing our own interests and goals, then I believe that the world will have less hell and more heaven.

The future of the world depends on everyone here, including you. Your choices determine the future of the world we live in. To this end, here, I, as the President of the Yanqi Federation, solemnly promise...

First, we must resolutely implement the International Treaty on the Non-Proliferation of Weapons against Material; second, we must resolutely maintain world economic stability; and third, we must resolutely safeguard world social peace. Details of the implementation will be released at a later date by federal press agency.

That's all for my remarks, thank you. ”

When the tide of applause rang out, Yu Shijie walked down the pulpit, and he was greeted by his personal secretary. The secretary hung up the phone and whispered in Yu Shijie's ear, "Chen Yingda was shot and died on the spot." During the investigation of the case, the preliminary analysis was that the Syrian-Iraqi sect was excited... into the molecule dry. ”...

Zhilan dreamed again, and in the dream, he was with Ruyan and was driving somewhere. They seemed to be in a hurry, the car was speeding fast, and at this moment, he saw something strange in the distant sky, and the whole space was fluctuating, and then a dazzling light appeared in the sky! This light illuminated the city, illuminated the crowd, illuminated himself and smoke.

And then....then, there was nothing left...-

Zhilan and Xunhuan walked out of the Fengyu Hotel, and Zhilan made a fourth call with Xunhuan's mobile phone, "Hey?!, I want to book two tickets for the West Lake Orchestra's "Qinyuan Spring" concert tonight. What? just the last two? yes, I want it now..."

This is the eleventh day that Zhilan and Ruyan have met...