diymy Chapter 736 Chen Feng's Brand Pancake
Chapter 736 Chen Feng's Brand Pancake
Saionji Kinmochi paused for a moment, then asked, "What does the Grand Commander mean—"
Chen Feng looked at him calmly.
"In the post-war era, an organization is needed. An organization that can mediate conflicts between nations and maintain world peace. All countries can join and have a voice. But decisions should be made jointly by a few major countries."
He picked up his glass and took a sip.
"I call it—the League of Nations."
"The League of Nations?"
Saionji Kinmochi repeated the word, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.
Chen Feng nodded: "That's right. The League of Nations. The League has a permanent council, composed of several major powers as permanent members. Any major international affairs must be discussed by the council. Resolutions passed by the council require the unanimous consent of all permanent members."
"Unanimously agreed?" He frowned. "What if one country disagrees?"
Chen Feng looked at him, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Then it won't pass. That's the power of veto."
Saionji Kinmochi took a deep breath.
veto power.
He had never seen this word in any international treaty. But he instantly understood its significance.
That means that as long as you are a permanent member of the Security Council, you can veto any international resolution that is unfavorable to you. That means that in this organization, you are not a fish on the chopping block, but a diner holding a knife and fork.
He looked at Chen Feng, his voice trembling slightly.
"President, can the Land of Cherry Blossoms become a permanent member of the Security Council?"
Chen Feng looked at him and remained silent for three seconds.
For three seconds, Saionji Kinmochi's heart almost stopped beating.
Then Chen Feng spoke.
"The land of cherry blossoms shed the blood of 42,000 people in Malaya and 53,000 people in Myanmar. Nearly 100,000 people died on foreign soil."
He paused.
"This blood should not have been shed in vain."
Saionji Kinmochi suddenly stood up and bowed deeply.
"Your Majesty! The Sakura Kingdom thanks Lanfang for his trust!"
Chen Feng helped him up: "Mr. Saionji, please don't be like this. Today is the Spring Festival, let's sit down and talk slowly."
Saionji Kinmochi sat down, his eyes slightly red. He picked up his sake cup and drank it all in one gulp.
Xin also stood up.
"President, Burma—"
Chen Feng waved his hand.
"Mr. Sinta, Burma has just gained independence and its foundation is not yet stable. But Lanfang will fully support Burma. Once you have a firm foothold, the door of the League of Nations will always be open to Burma."
He was taken aback for a moment, then bowed deeply as well.
"Thank you, Commander!"
Chen Feng helped him up and gestured for him to sit down.
Then he looked at Ahmed.
From beginning to end, the nineteen-year-old king has barely uttered a word. He simply eats his pilaf in silence, occasionally taking a sip of red wine, as if none of this concerns him.
"Your Majesty," Chen Feng began, "what are your thoughts?"
Ahmed put down his spoon and looked up.
He looked at Chen Feng, and in those nineteen-year-old eyes there was something that surprised everyone present—it wasn't the passion of a young person, but the clarity of an old person.
"President," he began, his voice soft, "what you've said is very good. Very tempting. But Iran needs to ask itself a question."
Chen Feng looked at him: "What's the problem?"
Ahmed looked him straight in the eye.
Is this international alliance a truly egalitarian organization, or merely a tool for a few major powers to divide up the spoils behind closed doors?
The banquet hall fell silent.
Saionji Kinmochi's expression changed, but he remained silent. Shinichi also fell silent.
Chen Feng stared at the nineteen-year-old king for a long time.
Then he laughed. It wasn't a polite, perfunctory laugh, but a genuine, heartfelt laugh.
"Your Majesty, you are a wise man."
Ahmed smiled, but his smile was somewhat bitter.
"President, I ascended the throne at the age of eight and served as a puppet for eleven years. I've seen the British take advantage of the situation. I've seen the Russians take advantage of the situation too. They talk about friendship, cooperation, and equality, but all they think about is their own interests."
He paused.
"This international coalition you're talking about sounds very appealing. But will Iran actually get a share of the benefits?"
Chen Feng remained silent for three seconds.
Then he said, "Your Majesty, you are right. The League of Nations is indeed a tool for a few great powers to divide the spoils behind closed doors."
Saionji Kinmochi was stunned.
He was stunned.
Only Ahmed remained calm as he watched Chen Feng.
Chen Feng continued, "But in this world, being allowed to sit outside and smell the cake is already much better than those who can't even touch the door."
He stood up and walked to the window. Outside, the sunlight shone on the surface of the Persian Gulf, making it sparkle.
"Iran has oil, a strategic location, and a population of ten million. If you manage it well, Iran is qualified to be someone who 'sits on the sidelines smelling the cake.' As for when they can get in—"
He turned to look at Ahmed.
"That depends on you."
Ahmed remained silent for a long time.
He looked at Chen Feng, at those unfathomable eyes, at that expressionless face. He tried to find a trace of hypocrisy, a hint of perfunctoriness, a hint of "I'm lying to you" on Chen Feng's face.
But he found nothing.
All I found was peace.
That calm was more terrifying than any politician he had ever met.
He picked up his wine glass and stood up.
"Commander-in-Chief, I respect you. I respect your honesty."
Chen Feng also raised his glass and clinked it with his.
"Your Majesty, please tell the truth."
The two drank it all in one gulp.
As night fell, fireworks lit up the Dubai sky.
A burst of fireworks shot into the sky, exploding in the night and bursting into a rainbow of colors: red, gold, green, and purple—like a giant flower blooming in the darkness.
Then came the second bundle, the third bundle, and countless bundles.
The entire Dubai sky was lit up by fireworks.
Chen Feng led the three guests onto the terrace, gazing at the magnificent night sky.
He tilted his head back, his eyes reflecting the colors of the fireworks. He said softly, "So beautiful. Burma also has many fireworks, but they were all brought by the British. The Burmese themselves can't afford them."
Saionji Kinmochi was also looking at the night sky, lost in thought.
Ahmed stood beside Chen Feng, also looking up. The firework light reflected on his young face, flickering in and out.
"President," he suddenly asked, "did you set off fireworks to celebrate the Spring Festival, or something else?"
Chen Feng turned to look at him.
"What does Your Majesty think?"
Ahmed remained silent for a few seconds.
"I think you're celebrating a victory."
Chen Feng smiled.
"Your Majesty, you are increasingly surprising to me."
He pointed to the Persian Gulf in the distance, illuminated by fireworks.
"Look over there."
Ahmed looked in the direction he was pointing.
On the sea, several massive warships lay silently anchored. The fireworks reflected on their hulls, giving them a metallic sheen. Those were the Huaihe and Zhujiang, undergoing repairs. Also present were the Bismarck and Tirpitz; German sailors stood on their decks, watching the fireworks display as well.