Love Guide for Childhood Sweethearts

"Why don't you say anything?" Lin Jingzhe asked leisurely with a smile on his face.

"The Americans are obsessed with financial games and seem to have stagnated. They haven't produced any new weapons in the past decade," Lin Xingzhi said with a flicker of doubt in his eyes. "The most advanced fifth-generation fighter jets were only produced in the late 1990s. That's a decade ago."

"Who said that? They have a lot of plans!" Lin Jingzhe chuckled. "The funding applications haven't decreased at all, and they keep adding to them."

"He's been writing PPTs a lot." Lin Xingzhi chuckled and said with emotion, "Finance really does make money quickly. It's so cool to make hundreds of billions! They're ruthless in grabbing the fruits of other people's labor."

"But what did finance gain? Numbers and greenbacks!" Lin Jingzhe said with a gentle gaze. "This world is material. If we're hungry, we need to eat. Food, clothing, housing, and transportation are all manufactured products. The real economy creates value. The Americans relocated their industries, and we got factories, production machines, and high-quality industrial workers. They created wealth."

"Finance is all illusory. When a real war breaks out, unplug the internet cable, cut off the power, and everything will be back to zero in an instant." Lin Xingzhi laughed heartily upon hearing this, "Even the bombs are made by machines."

"Hey! It's not like in ancient times where anyone with a hoe and a bit of strength could go to the battlefield." Lin Jingzhe said with deep eyes, "The auto city is ruined, and the industrial workers are gone. It's easy to destroy it, but it's hard to rebuild the production line!"

"There are robots and automated production lines." Lin Xingzhi said with bright eyes.

"Robots and automation also rely on people to build them. There are no more people like Chaplin who tighten the screws. What else do you expect them to do?" Lin Jingzhe sneered.

"Chaplin? Modern Times," Lin Xingzhi said with emotion. "Although it satirizes capitalism, it was truly the world of blue-collar workers back then."

"That's right! The Americans had these industrial workers during World War II. They were able to build all sorts of airplanes, cannons, and warships. Now they're all old!" Lin Jingzhe said with a deep gaze. "Think back then, Britain relied on 10 million industrial workers to become the sun never sets. Now, what about Britain? Can it even come up with any decent brand name industrial products?"

"No! Britain is now following the Americans in finance." Lin Xingzhi thought about it carefully and said.

"It's not just finance! There's also fake academic qualifications and foreign exchange earnings." Lin Jingzhe said sarcastically.

"Haha..." Lin Xingzhi laughed unkindly, "A degree from a British university is becoming less and less valuable."

"The Japanese only accounted for a little over 2% of the world's industrial output during World War II, yet they dared to invade us," Lin Jingzhe said calmly. "After World War II, Europe was devastated, and the American industry accounted for 40%." He continued slowly, "They say food comes before troops. Modern warfare is fought on industrial manufacturing capacity, on production capacity!" He sneered, "What's the point of piling up greenbacks? They can only be eaten or drunk; they'll be burned in a fire."

"Many countries can't even produce plastic bags," Lin Xingzhi said with emotion.

"That's right!" Lin Jingzhe raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing his dark pupils, and said, "Without industry, we will be nothing."

"If the Americans continue to play with finance, it would be best if they end up killing themselves." Lin Xingzhi sincerely hoped.

"Finance is like a candy-coated bullet, extremely tempting. Greedy capital can't refuse it." Lin Jingzhe chuckled and said, "Our charming ancestors have long known why agriculture is emphasized and commerce is suppressed!"

"Salt and Iron Theory." Lin Xingzhi's eyes lit up when he heard this. "The real economy is equivalent to agriculture. Merchants really value profit. The eight imperial merchants of the Qing Dynasty were originally Shanxi merchants!"

"It seems that I need to look at more economic reports of various countries in the future." Lin Xingzhi said with a smile in his starry eyes.

"Aren't you afraid of falsified numbers?" Lin Jingzhe smiled and teased.

"Even if it's mixed with water, there's a limit!" Lin Xingzhi chuckled.

"Then you'll be full of confidence." Lin Jingzhe raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Let's see how big an impact this subprime mortgage crisis can have."

"It won't be the Americans anyway," Lin Xingzhi said with a slight arch of his brow. "Being in the eye of the storm is actually the calmest. They even have the right to mint coins and can reap the world's benefits."

"Then who is the most unlucky?" Lin Jingzhe asked with a smile, his eyes flashing.

"We're definitely affected. They're in an economic crisis, and they have no money to spend. Sales of our products are bound to decline, or even be cut in half. The Third World is so poor, how bad can it get?" Lin Xingzhi said, resting his head on the sofa. "For those in finance, Europe and the US are one, so Europe!"

"Then let's wait and see. They hold press conferences intensively. It should be soon." Lin Jingzhe said with Kaba and Kaba's pure eyes.

"Okay!" Lin Xingzhi smiled and said, "I've been checking European and American economic data and public financial news these days, and I can see a lot. Europe is deeply involved."

"It deserves it. It's a dog of the Americans. It has no independence either in economy or military." Lin Jingzhe said with cold eyes, without a trace of warmth.

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Lin Jingzhe's soft peach blossom eyes moved slightly as he said, "The Americans have been in the Imperial Cemetery for several years."

"I went in after 9/11 in 2001, so it's been almost seven years now." Lin Xingzhi thought seriously and said, "9/11 is coming soon." He smiled and said, "It's not called the Graveyard of Empires for nothing. Think about it, the Russians were wasted ten years here and finally died." He sat up straight. "This time, the Americans are not going to have an easy fight like they did in Iraq."

"Iraq surrendered back then, but there's no graveyard of empires. There are many mountains there, a natural place for guerrilla warfare," Lin Xingzhi said with a smile. "During the Gulf War, the Americans not only didn't spend any money on the military, they even made a killing. This time in the graveyard of empires, the Americans are the main force, and the military expenses are coming out of their own pockets."

"Hehe..." Lin Jingzhe chuckled when he heard that.

"Why can't we take it down?" Lin Xingzhi asked doubtfully, then added, "The Americans only know how to bomb, bomb, bomb. They've never won a ground battle."

"If we win, why would we ask for military funds?" Lin Jingzhe reminded him, "A general is not subject to military orders when he is away from home, and he has his own troops."

"This is poaching the empire! They're taking the country's money and turning it into their own." Lin Xingzhi smacked his lips and said, "What a rat! The American military industry is making a killing."

"Human nature is unchanging." Lin Jingzhe said slowly.

"The Graveyard of Empires is too poor, and it doesn't have oil like the Middle East. I really don't know why the war on terror was chosen there?" Lin Xingzhi said with a puzzled look on his face.

"Who said the Imperial Cemetery is poor? They can still farm there and grow poppies." Lin Jingzhe sat up straight and said after hearing this.

"Ah!" Lin Xingzhi's eyes widened.