The years passed like a shuttle, and the wheels of history continued to roll forward, with each day slipping by.
He returned to the Celestial Dynasty at an unspeakable year, intending to help the common people here.
However, upon his arrival, he found the place to be incredibly safe, not even a single bow-legged person in sight.
It seems that this is the difference between worlds. What happens here is completely different from Su Ming's past life, which is all the better.
Of course, this trip wasn't without its gains. In the process of investigation and inquiry, he came into contact with a group of special talents on this land, led by a man who called himself Zheng Xian.
Su Ming knew Zheng Xian, someone whose era and age of birth were unknown, but who had been leading the special organization 'Divine Spear' since the Ming Dynasty. He learned from Zhang Heng, and his path of power development is a type of Qi Cultivation.
The people were quite hospitable. Although initially, Su Ming was investigated due to his current foreign appearance, after following him around, the investigator was caught. Zheng Xian personally visited and achieved a friendly exchange, leading to mutual understanding and consensus.
In the days that followed, Zheng Xian also took Su Ming to visit some historical sites, and they dined at several upscale restaurants in the Imperial Capital. The relationship between the two grew increasingly harmonious.
Of course, Su Ming didn't always let them treat him; after all, reciprocity is the correct way to socialize. Accepting their kindness naturally meant arranging friendly exchanges in return.
For instance, having Wilson Enterprises export some good things over here, helping with money laundering and the like.
They spent roughly half a month together, later saying goodbye at the airport. Watching Zheng Xian and his group of bizarrely dressed strongmen, Su Ming suggested that next time, it would be nicer to be greeted by some beautiful women.
"This was the first contact, and the standards are already quite high. Next time you come, it might just be Old Zheng here alone." Zheng Xian bid farewell with a smile, waving as he watched Su Ming board his private plane.
"Well, goodbye then. I think the next meeting shouldn't be too far off."
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Back in New York, Su Ming, who was originally ready for battle but had spent half a month on vacation, found himself idle once more.
In his spacious office, looking out over the sea through the massive glass windows, he downed the drink in his glass. His company's building was long completed and operational, with the above-ground section standing over thirty floors—just a hundred meters tall, just right.
The view from his residence at the top was nice; the whole building wasn't particularly conspicuous. New York now had plenty of buildings taller than this one.
But what use was a tall building in the city center? If someone asked which city on Earth was the most dangerous, without a doubt, it would be New York. In the future, having three peaceful days a month would be a blessing.
He picked up the phone from his desk and called Gin, intending to slightly alter his setup. This wasn't merely the MCU, but a world seemingly a convergence of various comic book and film versions. The Ancient One's bald female image had misled him, and Zheng Xian's appearance made him realize this point.
Gin had moved his office to a bar and was now responsible for all the shady businesses and intelligence.
Of course, now that Prohibition was abolished, the brewery staff were all clean. As the business grew larger, the variety of ventures increased.
Not every business was so legal; extreme black market dealings were a no-go for Su Ming. However, gray matters like moving controlled goods overseas had to be done.
The Great Depression continued, with the United States deeply entrenched in isolationist waves, or so-called extreme conservatism.
Society generally believed war was unrelated to the United States, and all they had to do was hold onto America.
'England and France dragged us into World War I, causing us tens of thousands of casualties and losing resources and finances, but in the end, they reaped all the benefits of victory.'
'We don't want to repeat such things. What do the fates of foreigners have to do with Americans? We're still busy looking for jobs.'
This was the thinking of ordinary people. Whatever strategies and plans those at the top had, they didn't care. They just wanted to know what they could eat that night and if they could get enough to eat.
The Great Depression saw a decline in almost all industries; even milk couldn't be sold now, except things like alcohol, which helped people indulge in a dreamless stupor.
"Boss."
Gin's voice transmitted over the phone sounded a bit uncertain; telecommunication quality in this era was poor. Su Ming had already ordered his scientists to find solutions.
However, progress was virtually nonexistent. The Marvel World and reality's histories were increasingly different; almost none of the well-known scientists from back there could be found here.
No Einstein, no Oppenheimer. Su Ming was speechless about his company's research prospects; it seemed Plan B was needed.
With research funds burning over ten thousand daily, what resulted were household commodities, like an inexplicable selectivity in research.
But none of this mattered; he's not limited to this world. To advance technology, he could acquire it from other worlds in the future.
If he's going to take, he's taking the best. Real black technology is leaping ahead; he might as well skip conventional Earth technology and go straight for interstellar battleships when the opportunity comes.
To implement a backup plan, he needed a supercomputer capable of coordinating and reverse-engineering technology, along with several forces or worlds providing the technology. The goal was not only extreme advancement but also compatibility with humanity.
He certainly couldn't go to the StarCraft universe to capture an Insect Race Leviathan to study how to pilot it, right?
No need to look for anything like industrial mother machines—too outdated. Directly search for 3D printing or cognitive matter manifestation kinds of black technologies.
But that's talk for later. Proceed step by step; sometimes, too rapid technological development might be harmful to humanity.
Re-collecting his thoughts, he spoke into the phone: "How are our insiders in the military doing recently? I want to hear the latest intelligence."
"Everything's going smoothly, thanks to our friends' help."
Gin responded earnestly. Years of investment in certain people were paying off; those who were ordinary back then were now big shots.
He informed Deathstroke of the initial arrangements and part of the intelligence. Now that the enterprise had some capital, directly penetrating the upper levels was a decent approach.
First woo the generals, then the colonels would be easier.
Su Ming raised his eyebrows; aside from the historical military figures, were there no famous figures in any other fields?
He pondered, rubbing his brow. From now on, things would be unfamiliar, and as time progressed, his understanding of the plot would certainly become increasingly useless.
Past comic book knowledge could serve as reference but wasn't necessarily the real situation.
"Any news about Morgan, Rockefeller, and other consortiums lately?"
"After the old generation passed, the new generation didn't do well, and they've all declined. Recently, large groups like Stark Industries, Hanmo Industries, Osborne Group, etc., have taken their place."
Gin quickly answered him. Currently, street informants were all under his management, and street corners were always places where information flowed freely.
Su Ming rubbed his wine glass, rotating it slowly on the table. The Marvel story was about to officially begin, and it seemed even the world was starting to adjust itself.
"You go continue your work, also keep an eye on the distribution issues. That's it for now, I want to be alone."