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One day later.

At Longguo International Capital Airport, the Russian People's Commissar of Foreign Affairs, Molotov, stood at the top of the gangway, took a deep breath, and adjusted his tie.

As the most senior diplomat of the Russian Federation, he has participated in countless important negotiations on behalf of the country, from the Yalta Conference during World War II to the post-war negotiations with Western countries, but this time the mission is particularly heavy.

To some extent, the fate of the Russian bear is in his hands.

He walked slowly down the gangway, looking around vigilantly.

To his surprise, what greeted him was not a shabby temporary facility, but a surprisingly modern airport terminal.

The wide concrete runway stretches to the end of the sight, with many jet airliners and military transport planes parked on both sides of the runway. Their designs are obviously different from the styles of the Russians or the Americans, with aesthetic elements unique to the Dragon Country, but their technical level is no less advanced.

The terminal itself is a majestic building with large glass curtain walls reflecting sunlight and reinforced concrete structures outlining smooth and powerful lines.

The dragon pillars at the entrance blend perfectly with the modern architectural style, exuding both oriental charm and a modern feel.

"Welcome, Comrade Molotov."

At this moment, a steady voice interrupted his observation.

Molotov turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a neat military uniform walking towards him with a polite and restrained smile on his face.

This is Mr. Lu from Longguo, one of the highest-ranking officials in Longguo.

“Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Lu.”

Molotov responded with standard diplomatic rhetoric while secretly observing the other party.

Unlike the image of an oriental soldier he imagined, Mr. Lu did not have the slightest sense of ruggedness or primitiveness. Instead, he revealed a shrewd and capable temperament, like a precisely operated machine.

After a brief greeting, Mr. Lu made an inviting gesture: "Please follow me, the car is ready."

Molotov originally thought it would be a simple military jeep or an old car, but what was waiting for him was a black car with smooth lines and avant-garde design.

The body of the car is slender yet powerful, and the front face design has obvious traditional Dragon Country elements, while incorporating modern aerodynamic principles.

What surprised him even more was that this car was obviously not a product of the United States or other Western countries, but a luxury car independently designed and manufactured by Longguo.

"This is the 'Hongqi' series of executive sedans launched by our Longyue Automobile Factory last year."

Mr. Lu noticed Molotov's gaze and said with a hint of barely perceptible pride.

"It is a completely independently developed and designed vehicle with a maximum speed of 180 kilometers per hour."

Molotov nodded politely, hiding his shock.

Is it possible that Longguo is able to independently produce such a modern car?

This was completely inconsistent with the intelligence he had. According to the information provided by the Russian intelligence department, Longguo's industrial foundation was weak and its technology was backward. Most factories were still in the semi-manual production stage, and the automobile industry was almost non-existent.

The car door was respectfully opened by the guard and Molotov sat in the back seat.

The interior is equally as impressive – leather seats, real wood trim, a sophisticated instrument panel, and even a control panel that looks like the air conditioning system.

This configuration is not common even in the cars of senior Russian officials.

After the car started, Molotov was even more shocked by its quietness and smoothness.

There is no harsh engine noise, no violent vibration, only a slight buzzing sound to indicate that the vehicle has started.

This ride was much more comfortable than the official car he took in Moscow.

The convoy left the airport and entered the highway leading to the center of the imperial capital. Molotov's shocking experience had just begun.

What appeared before him was a modern eight-lane highway, straight and wide, with a road surface so smooth that almost no seams were visible.

On both sides are neat green belts, with various shrubs and flowers carefully trimmed into geometric shapes.

The streetlight poles have a streamlined design, and there is an emergency telephone booth at regular intervals.

Even more surprising was the volume of traffic on the highway.

There was a constant stream of vehicles of all types—sedans, trucks, buses, and even a few small cars that were obviously private vehicles.

Among these vehicles, many are Longguo’s own brands, with different designs but all with a distinctly modern feel.

Although the traffic was dense, it was orderly. Few people honked their horns or changed lanes hastily, showing a kind of traffic civilization rarely seen on Moscow streets.

"Comrade Molotov, please allow me to introduce you. Our highway network already covers all major cities in the country," Mr. Lu explained casually. "This is part of the Imperial Capital Ring Road, a total length of 167 kilometers, connecting various urban areas and satellite cities."

Molotov nodded, trying to maintain the calm expression of a diplomat, but his inner shock was difficult to conceal.

In his opinion, highway networks of this scale and quality only exist in the United States and a few developed Western European countries.

Although Russia also has similar projects, due to technical and financial limitations, progress is slow and the quality is uneven.

And Longguo, a country that he thought was still an agricultural society, actually built such a modern transportation system?

The scenery on both sides of the highway constantly refreshed Molotov's cognition.

Modern factories are rising from the ground, with chimneys everywhere but less smoke, obviously adopting advanced emission reduction technology.

Some factory areas even have parks and leisure facilities, where workers come in and out in neat work clothes, looking energetic and confident.

"That's our Longteng Heavy Industrial Park,"

Mr. Lu pointed to a large industrial area outside the window and said.

“It mainly produces heavy machinery, precision instruments and defense equipment. There are employee dormitories, hospitals, schools and entertainment centers in the park, forming a small self-sufficient community.”

Molotov noticed that the factory buildings in the industrial zone were of novel design, mostly reinforced concrete structures with large glass windows providing good natural light.

The factory roads are wide and clean, and green belts separate different functional areas.

This planning concept is completely different from the industrial areas in the Soviet Union, which usually focus more on functionality and ignore aesthetics and employee welfare.

“Our steel production exceeded 6500 million tons last year,” Mr. Lu continued, his tone tinged with pride. “Our machine tool production reached 38 units, of which precision CNC machine tools accounted for over 40%.”

These numbers hit Molotov's heart like a hammer.

He clearly remembered that according to the latest intelligence assessment by the Russian Bear, China's steel production was expected to be no more than 2000 million tons, and its precision machine tools were almost entirely dependent on imports.

At this moment, Molotov felt that his brain had crashed like a computer.

She only has one idea now.

That is, is this really Dragon Country?

When did Dragon Country become... so developed?