Yes, Madam Prime Minister

Japan? Ronan had no interest in going there.

The Soviet Union? Not even a dog would go there.

Going to Europe is not a good choice either. Not to mention that Europe will soon fall into chaos again, Europe in its current state is not suitable for Ronan and his group to establish a small power.

It must be clear that Ronan's true purpose is not here, but in the Extraordinary World. He came to this world to establish an outpost and prepare for friendly exchanges with the people of this world in the future.

Based on this goal, the United States, which is currently in its "golden age" and will further rise after the Great Depression due to World War II, and gradually become the sole hegemon, is naturally the most suitable candidate.

After arriving in the United States, Ronan will gradually select and guide some extraordinary individuals from the supernatural world to come here. In the early stages, he will naturally try his best to conceal the fact that they come from another world. After a few decades, once a large number of them have established themselves in the United States, he will raise his banner and announce the existence of another world, representing that other world to communicate properly with this world.

At that time, the communication partners were not just the United States, but all of humanity on Earth.

"Then what are we talking about? Let's go." Louise was in a hurry.

“We can leave anytime,” Ronan said.

Of course, he couldn't possibly take a ship to America. Not only would it be slow, but they were currently in Seres, and in those days, there were very few ships from Seres to America, and tickets were hard to come by.

When the time comes, they can just fly. They can fly at an altitude of 10,000 meters, where the current humans cannot detect them. They can fly to South America, get a random identity, and then go to the United States. Once in the United States, they can easily establish themselves there with gold paving the way.

This is one of the advantages of living in America; as long as you have money, everything will be fine.

Normally, you would need a gun, since the security situation in the United States at this time of year is really worrying. Having money but no gun means you'll die faster than having no money at all. But this is not a problem at all for Ronan and his group.

"Then why don't you leave?" Liz asked.

“Since we’re already here, and it just so happens to be this time, we should definitely go to the capital of Seris for a good meal,” Ronan said. “The capital of Seris has chefs who once served the emperor.”

These days, there are real imperial chefs in Beijing; it would be a shame not to try it.

In Ronan's time, anyone claiming to be a royal chef was either bragging or their cooking was no longer authentic.

“That’s good,” Ambrina said, her energy always kicking in when it came to food.

“We think we might have to go to Europe first and make some clothes for each of us. Our clothing is still quite different from what we wear here,” Isabel said. “The Seres here don’t think so, but Westerners might find it very strange.”

“Isa is right, very right.” Ronan nodded in agreement.

The extraordinary world isn't far ahead in manufacturing some industrial products; in fact, due to its lagging behind in physics and chemistry, many products are inferior to those of this world at present. However, due to the existence of extraordinary powers, the textile products of the extraordinary world are far superior to those of this world at present, and even to those of Ronan's era. Ronan and his group's current attire is somewhat out of fashion.

So, Ronan and his group first went to Europe, then returned to the Extraordinary World, replicated some Western-style clothing from that era, and then came back.

Then they headed all the way to Beijing.

After making several inquiries, I finally found out about a genuine imperial chef. However, he didn't own a restaurant or work in any kind of eatery. Instead, he assembled a team that specialized in catering banquets. Whoever invited him would discuss the budget with him, and he would bring his apprentices and others to their home to cook for them. The minimum was three tables; he wouldn't accept less.

Ronan's side, including himself, has nineteen people, enough to fill three tables.

After finishing their meal, Ronan and his group headed to other restaurants.

Many of Beijing's time-honored brands will still be in their first generation in this era.

We ate roast duck, roast meat, hot pot, tripe, and all sorts of other dishes one by one.

As a result, Ronan and his group became famous in Beijing. Everyone said that there was a foreign devil with a group of women, including a foreign old lady and a few fake foreign old ladies, who went to different restaurants every day.

During these days, Ronan and his group also happened to run into Lin Huiyin, Xu Zhimo, and Liang Sicheng, who were showing Tagore around Beijing. Alice and Ambrina, who were quite interested in literature in this world, also joined in for a chat.

Ambrina's authentic "old Parisian" style alone is incredibly sophisticated, but the result disappointed Ambrina, Alice, and even Louise. The Indian poet was one thing, but the Chinese poets were just... well, let's just say they weren't quite right.

In any case, Alice and Ambrina's assessment of so-called new poetry is simply not worth evaluating.

Afterwards, Ronan mentioned Lu Xun and easily found Lu Xun's published novels. The two were very interested, but unfortunately, Lu Xun went to Xi'an to give lectures at that time and would not return to Beijing for two months.

“Interesting. It seems this place is worth staying a while longer,” Ambrina said.

“Why don’t we just buy a house here and live here for another year or two? We’re not in a hurry to go to America anyway,” Ronan said. “There’s going to be some good stuff at the end of this year.”

At the end of the year, Puyi was to be expelled from the Forbidden City.

“Why don’t we go south and take a look?” Dinia said. “I want to see Shanghai over here.”

To be honest, she initially found it hard to believe that Seres had been colonized. How could Seres be colonized? But after seeing so many Chinese people these past few days, she believed it. And because of this, she was even more eager to visit Shanghai, the "Magic City" Ronan had described.

Author's words

The rest of the story is about his life as an American capitalist, but I can't write it anymore.

Chapter 1337 The Grand Finale

In the decades that followed, Ronan and his group did not accomplish anything significant.

Basically, they brought some people from the supernatural world over, acquired some businesses in the United States, became American capitalists, and then used this identity as American capitalists to come into contact with people from various countries.

It was merely contact; there was no intention to interfere with history.

It's not that I don't want to do it, it's just that the time isn't right yet.

World War II was basically still World War II; the causes, course, and outcome were not significantly different.

The year is 1966.

The three great leaders of World War II have all fallen from grace.

At this time, the British Prime Minister was Harold Wilson, and in the United States, the American monarchy had already been established, and the current president was Lyndon Johnson. There's not much to say about him; the Vietnam War was mainly a matter of his term. As for the Soviet Union, that's where things get interesting.

For Ronan, the only historical memory he had of this period was of the decade that was about to begin in China, in this emerging nation. At this very moment, in Long Island, New York, USA, at a golf course.

Ronan was playing golf with three men in their forties.

These three men were all multi-millionaires, newly rich after the war, and their rise to wealth was partly due to Ronan's influence.

Ronan, on the other hand, is an old money among new money. He made his fortune before the war, and his Roddy Group is involved in all kinds of industries. Currently, it holds a huge share in the emerging computer industry. Many people predict that, at this rate, Ronan's assets will surpass those of the aging oil tycoons in less than two years, making him the world's richest man.

After Ronan deliberately threw down a shot, he walked ahead, followed by the three men, and then several blonde, blue-eyed, hot female caddies in golf skirts.

"What do you think would happen if Superman suddenly appeared in America?" Ronan suddenly asked.

“Superman? The one from the comics?” a man asked.

“That’s right,” Ronan replied.

Superman is a comic book character, and this comic book is also under the Rhodey Corporation, but it is only a very insignificant branch.

The group did not answer immediately, but instead began to think.

If it were anyone else, they wouldn't even bother to answer, let alone have a serious discussion, because only bored children would take this topic so seriously. But since Ronan started it, they had to be logical and speak earnestly. Perhaps if Ronan was in a good mood, a few casual words of advice could lead to another multi-million dollar deal.

“I think we can have a good talk with Superman. Superman’s power is limitless, but his time is limited. He can’t control the whole of America by himself. He needs people. As long as he needs people, then everything is negotiable.”

"I think America is finished. We have no right to negotiate with someone who can kill everyone."

“A dictator like Superman can kill all the bureaucrats, but he can’t control all the bureaucrats, let alone people like us.”

"I agree, and Superman always has needs, and if there are needs, then it's easy to talk about it."

Superman is invincible, but he needs friends.

Ronan approached the ball, took the club from the caddie, and said, "Well said, very well, gentlemen." He then sank the ball in one shot.

Several people clapped and applauded, praising Ronan's exquisite ball skills.

Ronan casually handed the club to the caddie and looked at the three of them. "So tell me, if you were Superman and came to America, how would you make your debut?" "I would hang a bunch of bankers first." As people in the real economy, they hated these guys in finance even more than those leftists.

"Me, shooting down planes on top of the Empire State Building?" He made a movie reference.

"That goes without saying, go to the White House and announce your coronation as the unjustly crowned Emperor of the United States."

Then came another joke.

Finally, it was Ronan's turn. "If it were me, I'd want to blow up the White House. To be honest, I've wanted to do that ever since I watched movies as a kid."

The three were a little puzzled. Although Ronan looked young, he was already over fifty. Did he have access to movies when he was a child? Also, what kind of outrageous movie would bomb the White House?

Ronan smiled. "Well then, gentlemen."

Before he finished speaking, Ronan slowly floated into the air. The three of them were almost stunned, wondering how Ronan could perform such a magic trick. Then, Ronan suddenly accelerated and soared into the air at high speed. The huge wind pressure pressed a giant crater into the grass. The three of them raised their arms to block the wind and ran alongside him.

When he opened his eyes again, Ronan was already high in the sky, far away. "Listen to the news, my friend."

After leaving those words, Ronan vanished from their sight in a flash.

Soon, Ronan flew from New York to Washington, easily dealing with the security forces. Then, with great kindness, he threw all living creatures, including dogs, out of the White House and destroyed the building in front of them. "Congratulations, friends of America, the aliens you've been longing to meet have arrived."

Ronan announced it loudly.

Subsequently, Ronan, the man who was about to become the richest man in America, held a unique press conference.

Many reporters didn't believe it, but they liked to stir things up, so they pretended to believe it and asked questions. Some, who were used to conspiracy theories, thought it was a show that Ronan had paid for, and they scoffed at it, making sarcastic remarks. Others, who were just looking for fun, asked Ronan to perform on the spot, suggesting that he blow up the Statue of Liberty as well.

Ronan ignored these people and simply proceeded with his official presentation, answering questions from reporters who pretended to believe him. Within days, the world's major countries knew about this absurd news.

At first, no one believed it.

Many people thought this was a smokescreen put up by the Americans to deliberately divert public attention, while the Soviet Union thought it was because the United States was failing and was deliberately creating an alien story to put on a show. The Soviet Union would never stoop to following suit.

But subsequently, major countries around the world encountered superhumans.

This time, it's not just about demolishing buildings; it's about directly destroying military forces.

The world's leaders have realized one thing: all current conflicts must be put aside for the time being, and how to deal with these aliens who look exactly like humans is the top priority.

After giving the countries a small, extraordinary shock, Ronan did not rush to begin the next step of the operation, but instead released a lot of criminals.

These criminals are mostly artificial superhumans, many of them of low rank, and their magic power cannot be replenished, nor can the implants in their bodies be maintained. Frankly speaking, with the armed forces of this world, a well-equipped platoon could easily take on one of them head-on.

But the problem is, who will fight you head-on?

Furthermore, these criminals aren't stupid; they won't fight you at all. Having regained their freedom and arrived in a world without superhumans, they naturally want to find a way to become superior.

However, since they were all unregistered residents, their methods for accumulating their first pot of gold were rather bloody.

This was exactly Ronan's goal: to create a small shock, then stir up trouble in the world until, in the end, the world needed to have a serious talk with him, and then he would step in.

"Hello, 1966, hello, world."

"I'm here, are you ready?"

Author's words

Let's end here.

I once thought about hanging out with Xunzong and the teacher, but after thinking about it, I decided against it.