The Beginning of Natural Disaster, I Won by Hoarding Tens of Billions of Supplies

Chapter 622: Answer the Phone, Hurry and Answer the Phone

The senior officer leading the American team suddenly clutched his chest in pain—he was having a heart attack right on the spot. His face twisted in agony as he gasped, “F-FUCK!” 

These damn people from Fengcheng! They were just trying to show off. Their fighter jets weren’t even armed. No missiles! No freakin’ missiles! 

But those damn rabbits were playing dirty; they never play by the rules. This was clearly intentional. 

Arrrghhh!!! 

“General, what do we do now? They’ve surrounded us completely—we can’t retreat.” 

What do we do? What else can we do? Negotiate! 

“But… but they’re not picking up our calls.” 

Of course not. They’re doing it on purpose. 

“Then keep calling until they do.” 

“Call? Like… missile launch ‘call’?” 

The general snapped, “Call them! I mean with the damn phone! Keep calling until someone answers!” 

Start a war with Fengcheng from halfway across the world—has he lost his mind? 

They brought over more than half the fleet, submarines and all, just for this show of strength. 

They had scouted the area over a year ago and didn’t detect any active radar back then. They thought Fengcheng’s systems had all been destroyed by the disasters. 

Who would’ve thought it was not only intact, but divided into anti-submarine radar, anti-air radar, and anti-ship radar? It just hadn’t been used in a while. 

They probably couldn’t afford to use them before due to energy shortages. Now, everything’s suddenly online… 

Cunning little oil thieves. 

But honestly, the Americans had no good moves left. With radar support, Fengcheng’s defense was dead-on accurate. If their long-range forces were taken out, it’d be like cutting off the limbs of their main base. And if Huacheng decided to take advantage of the chaos… 

Don’t be fooled by Huacheng’s usual calm and polite demeanor—they’re great actors. The U.S. had been played before. 

So yeah, the furious Americans had no choice but to back down. 

But how could they just admit defeat like that? They still had pride! 

Answer the phone! Damn it, pick up already! 

Meanwhile, the senior officers at Fengcheng’s military headquarters were all keeping straight faces, clearly holding something in. In the end, Commander Xiao couldn’t help it and let out a snort of laughter. 

He coldly said, “So what if they called? It’s been over ten years of natural disaster—why should we keep pampering them? If they dare come, we’ll kill them.” 

Put yourself in their shoes. If Fengcheng had flown three jets straight over U.S. airspace as an act of intimidation… 

Would the Americans have let them go? 

Now they say they weren’t armed? Why didn’t they mention that before? 

If they hadn’t taken down those jets, would the American aircraft carrier have just barged in like it owned the place? 

If the civilians of Fengcheng had no way to defend themselves, who knows how many would’ve been wiped out? 

Like they say—truth is only found within the range of a cannon. 

Now the real question—should they accept the Americans’ proposal for peace talks? 

Personally, Commander Xiao would’ve loved to blow them to pieces. 

But if they went all out and the U.S. managed to strike back, ordinary people in Fengcheng could get hurt. 

After more than a decade of disaster, humanity was already on the brink of extinction. If they insisted on fighting to the death, they’d all be wiped out in the end. 

The military leaders had mixed opinions—some wanted to fight, others preferred peace talks. 

Gu Tinglin, however, remained calm, silently listening to everyone’s opinions without comment. 

Then Commander Xiao suddenly asked, “Major Jiang, what do you think?” 

Jiang Ning thought for a moment and replied, “The U.S. shares a continent with Russia. If they don’t make it back, there’s a good chance Russia will take advantage and swallow them whole.” 

History has proven time and again: a three-way balance is the most stable. 

And the U.S. itself has proven that constant wars don’t make a nation strong—keeping your head down and focusing on development does. 

Gu Tinglin finally spoke. “Let’s at least hear what they want to talk about. We can decide after that.” 

First, figure out their real goal for coming here. 

And so, the encrypted communication channel was opened, and the two sides arranged a time and place for the peace talks. 

The American on the other end of the line was still acting all high and mighty, yelling accusations without even figuring out what was going on, practically shouting into the phone. 

The communications officer here couldn’t be bothered to deal with this nonsense. “Hello… hello, what are you saying…? Hello, bad signal on my end…” 

As he spoke, he moved to hang up. 

“Wait, wait, wait!” The American instantly calmed down, suddenly sounding all weak and deflated. “Let’s not blame the signal, okay? We need to sit down and have a peaceful, calm discussion.” 

“Alright, go on.” 

Clearly feeling the pressure, the American side quickly proposed a meeting the next day, 300 nautical miles out at sea, and both sides were forbidden from bringing heavy or lethal weapons. 

Fengcheng agreed. 

Next came the question of who to send. 

Gu Tinglin, as the base Chief, definitely couldn’t go—too risky. 

Commander Xiao would’ve been the logical choice, but he had high blood pressure and a short temper, not exactly ideal for tricky negotiations—especially not with the scheming Americans, who might flip the table if things went south. 

After thinking it over, Gu Tinglin decided to send Jiang Ning and Huo Yishen, along with a few core members of the defense department and some experienced soldiers for backup. 

A team of thirty in total. 

Since the meeting point was 300 nautical miles away, they had to set off early. 

Both sides agreed to dispatch warships and submarines to escort the teams, meeting at the designated coordinates. 

The Americans had already sent their representatives ahead. Fengcheng’s team departed on a destroyer. 

Once on board, Jiang Ning saw that the core defense staff were already assembled—including Ding Qi. 

It was a serious occasion, so they just exchanged a look and didn’t say much. 

No one expected that over a decade after the natural disasters, they’d still be dealing with this kind of high-stakes military negotiation. 

The destroyer set off, and the Ministry of Defense held an internal meeting, while Jiang Ning and Huo Yishen took the chance to explore the destroyer. 

It was massive and imposing. 

Like a mighty eagle, soaring head-on into the crashing waves. 

After wandering around the ship, the two headed back to rest. 

Jiang Ning wasn’t a professional negotiator, so she didn’t overthink it—she’d just handle things as they came. 

Worst case? A fight breaks out. 

If that couldn’t be avoided, whining would be pointless. 

They set off in the evening, and by the time they woke up, it was broad daylight and they were nearing their destination. 

Commander Xiao had personally appointed the negotiation team, including Jiang Ning and Huo Yishen. One reason was that the Americans’ surprise attack might be linked to the special salvage team’s activities in the New Continent. Secondly, as the daughter and son-in-law of the Chief, their involvement meant that extra care would naturally be taken. 

Ding Qi held a decent rank and was also part of the negotiation group. 

Twelve people were attending in total, three of whom weren’t trained for this and had to go through a crash course. 

Military negotiations were different from diplomatic talks, and they were conducted behind closed doors—no outsiders allowed. 

Any public reports would need clearance first. 

Even so, everyone had to be careful with their words. They were representing Fengcheng’s interests, this wasn’t the time to blurt things out or fall into traps. 

In short, if you didn’t have to speak, don’t. And if you do speak, don’t say something stupid. 

Jiang Ning joked that she was just there to make up the numbers and could sew her mouth shut if needed. 

Fengcheng’s aircraft carrier and nuclear submarine had arrived ahead of time and were already patrolling the area. 

The talks were scheduled for noon. The destroyer arrived around 10 a.m. 

They held a quick internal meeting first—preparing for the worst in case things fell apart and they had to fight. 

Around 11 a.m., the American aircraft carrier finally showed up, fashionably late. 

And even before the talks began, the atmosphere was tense. 

The American representative had a sharp tongue and an arrogant look. “Wow, you guys got here early. Couldn’t sleep last night or what?”