Chapter 1688 The beautiful internal trouble (first update, please subscribe)
New York.
The New York office of the Department of Trade and Industry is located on the high floor of a modern office building in Manhattan, overlooking the sparkling Hudson River through floor-to-ceiling windows. In the office, the decoration is simple and atmospheric, with several abstract art paintings hanging on the walls and a pot of green plants in the corners, adding a bit of vitality to the room.
Angel sat behind a large desk, wearing a dark blue custom suit, and the tie was loosely hung around his neck, looking casual but not without demeaning. His hair was slightly gray, but his eyes were still sharp, revealing the calmness of a professional bureaucratic.
Sun Tao sat on the sofa opposite him, wearing a light gray casual suit, holding a cup of freshly brewed coffee in his hand, with a focused and serious expression. As Ingle's successors, they had just completed the handover.
With his eyes set out to the window and looking at the boats coming and going on the Hudson River, Angel sighed in his heart:
It's time to go home!
After sighing, Angel turned his head and asked: "What do you think of Wall Street's recent movements?"
Anger picked up the teacup on the table, gently blew the heat from the tea noodles, and asked in a relaxed tone.
"I want to hear your thoughts."
Sun Tao took a sip of coffee and frowned slightly:
"On the surface, the stock market is still rising, but I think there is a great risk behind this prosperity. The United States is beginning to experience obvious inflation problems. The inflation rate is rising, mainly due to the huge expenditures of the Vietnam War and the social welfare expenditures of President Johnson's "Great Society" plan.
In order to cope with inflation, the Federal Reserve has adopted a tight monetary policy this year and gradually increased interest rates. However, this policy also brought certain side effects, such as suppressing some investment and consumption.
The government's fiscal deficit continues to expand, further exacerbating inflation pressure. The double burden of war spending and social welfare programs has imbalanced the federal budget. Coupled with various other economic problems, the current economic situation in the United States is very complicated."
Angel nodded, showing a smile of praise:
"You see very accurately. However, the economic problems of the United States have never existed in isolation. There are too many things behind it."
Sun Tao put down the coffee cup and leaned forward slightly:
"What do you mean?"
Anger stood up, walked to the window, with his hands behind his back, and his eyes turned to the high-rise buildings in the distance, as if he wanted to see Harlem through those high-rise buildings:
"The biggest problem in the United States is not the economy, but ethnic division."
When talking about "ethnic division", Angle's brow frowned. In the past few years, while working in New York, he has also been observing the United States and American society, and ethnic conflicts are the most serious problem. .
Sun Tao nodded thoughtfully:
"Indeed, the racial problem in the United States has become increasingly acute in recent years. From the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King to the later riots in Detroit, the struggle of the black people has shifted from non-violence to violence. In the past few years, there have been many terrorist attacks by black people. Two months ago, the Black Panther Party installed bombs on a white bus, causing more than 20 casualties. The Black Panther Party's attack further aggravated the racial problem."
Angle turned around, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes:
"That's right. The resistance of the Black Panther Party, coupled with the external forces, the internal situation in the United States will only become more and more turbulent. Ethnic division is like a time bomb that may detonate at any time, and may even attack the whole of the United States again."
Sun Tao pondered for a moment and said slowly:
"However, I think that although the black commotion is fierce, it will not shake the foundation of the United States in the short term. After all, the system and resources of this country are there."
Angel smiled and walked back to his desk to sit down:
"You are right. The black commotion does not affect the overall situation of the United States, but it will consume the energy and resources of this country. For us, this is an opportunity."
A light flashed in Sun Tao's eyes, but he quickly returned to peace:
"You mean, can we take advantage of this?"
Angel did not answer directly, but just looked at him meaningfully:
"The problems in the United States have never been a single problem. Perhaps, their internal problems are our opportunities."
As soon as Angel finished speaking, the atmosphere in the office became more solemn. Sun Tao nodded thoughtfully and continued:
"You are right. The biggest enemy of the United States is actually itself. The systemic discrimination against blacks by whites has been deeply rooted in all aspects of this society. Although the violent resistance of blacks is a counterattack against injustice, it has intensified the fear and hostility of whites towards them. This vicious cycle will only make the situation worse and worse."
Angel sighed and looked at the bustling street scene of Manhattan outside the window:
"Yes, this opposition is not a one-day situation. It was formed overnight and could not be resolved in a short time. From slavery to apartheid, to today's implicit discrimination, the racial problem in the United States is like a wound that can never be healed. Every riot is the result of this wound being torn apart again."
Sun Tao was silent for a moment and whispered:
"Perhaps this is the fate of the United States. A country built on contradictions will eventually face the outbreak of these contradictions."
The office fell into a brief silence, only the sound of the wind outside the window and the hustle and bustle of the streets in the distance came faintly. Sun Tao looked down at the coffee cup in his hand, but his thoughts had already flown farther away. He just came to the United States, but his understanding of this country is not shallow. He knew that Ingle's words were not only analyzing the situation, but also pointing out the direction for him.
Thinking of this, Sun Tao raised his head, looked at his ex, and said:
"Next, I will pay close attention to the updates in this regard."
Angel nodded with satisfaction and picked up the teacup again:
"Yes. Remember, our work is not just about observation, but also about planning ahead." Then, he did not say anything more, but just looked at his watch and stood up:
"It's getting late, so let's get here today. You can go back early to rest. There is still a lot of work to do tomorrow." Sun Tao stood up and said goodbye, while Angel packed up the documents on the table, put on his coat, and left the office.
Of course, he was holding a cardboard box containing his personal belongings. Before leaving, he said goodbye to his colleagues one by one.
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Dinner was ready when I got home. Angel's wife was busy in the kitchen, while her two children were sitting at the dining table, whispering while doing her homework. A warm smile appeared on Angel's face at the smell of the familiar food. "Dad is back!" The little daughter was sharp-eyed and was the first to find him, and shouted excitedly.
Angle walked over and rubbed her hair: "How is it in school today?"
"It's not bad, but math assignments are a bit difficult."
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The little daughter pouted.
The eldest son raised his head and pushed his glasses: "Dad, our school's basketball team has reached the state finals. I will be a substitute next week."
"It's not bad, come on."
Angel smiled and patted his son on the shoulder. His son, who was only 15 years old, was more than 1.9 meters tall.
At dinner, the family sat around the dining table, and the atmosphere was warm and pleasant. Angel looked at his wife, then at the children, cleared his throat and said, "I have something to tell you. My term is over, and we will return to China in a few weeks."
When his wife heard this, she showed a happy smile on her face:
"I'm finally going back! Although I'm good in New York in the past few years, I still feel more comfortable at home."
The younger daughter frowned:
"But I don't want to go back...I have good friends at school and my favorite teacher."
The eldest son also seemed a little disappointed:
"Yes, dad, what should I do with my friends here? There are also team games."
As for the other children, they were mostly disappointed, and the eldest daughter was even angry and almost threw her chopsticks.
Angel looked at the children, feeling helpless, but said gently:
"I understand your feelings. But our home is in China, and it will be a matter of time before we go back. Moreover, you can make new friends in China, so it will be fine to adapt for a while."
The wife also comforted the children.
Although the children were still a little reluctant, they didn't say anything. They also knew very well that it was inevitable to return to China after their father's work was over.
After dinner, Angel sat on the sofa and watched the children play in the living room, but his heart was a little complicated. He knew that returning home was a new beginning for them, but it also meant saying goodbye to life in the past few years.
Just just as they adapted to their life in New York, now they also need to adapt to their life after returning to China.
The next morning, Angel got up early as usual and after a simple washing. He walked to the kitchen, poured himself a cup of coffee, and turned on the TV.
The voice of the news anchor immediately came out:
"Last night, a large-scale black riot broke out again in Detroit. Protesters had fierce clashes with the police, hundreds of shops were looted and hundreds were injured. Black thugs not only robbed shops and burned shops along the way, but also beat and killed ordinary people. The police called on residents to prepare weapons and protect themselves.
This is the third large-scale black riot in the city this year..."
The news from TV made Angel frown.
In the TV screen, fires surged on the streets, and the shouts of protesters and the sirens were intertwined. The scene was chaotic and tense.
Although yesterday, he talked with his colleagues about the racial issues in the United States, who had thought that unfortunately came to an end. The racial issues in the United States are far from over, and the storm may have just begun.
Watching the burning neighborhoods and the running police in the TV news, listening to the mayor's appeal for help through TV, Angel sighed:
"This is the disease of the United States..."
(The end of this chapter)