"Eels are similar to snakes. Silkworms are similar to caterpillars. People are scared when they see snakes, and surprised when they see caterpillars. And yet, fishermen are willing to hold eels in their hands, and women are willing to pick up silkworms. So, when there is profit, people turn as brave as Meng Pen and Chuan Chu."
Han Fei
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Han Fei
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People's Republic of Sinica- Lizhou System
Yang Xianjin and Chen Zhiqing- Vermillion Bird Palace
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It was a sultry morning in the tranquil gardens of the Vermillion Bird Palace and the only audible sounds came from occasional rolling zephyrs, capering avians, sporadic wriggling of carps, and soothing Sinican instruments harmoniously played. This peaceful environment, however, was a major contrast to the already various active megapolis in planet Chiyang, whose sprawling sky-piercing infrastructure was among the many views that can be observed from the Garden of Harmony’s pagodas.
Yang Xianjin quietly stared at the seemingly placid lake alongside the assortment of trees, flowers, and rock formations from his pagoda. He would occasionally sip in traditionally brewed Jasmine tea that was recently served by a female servant who wore a traditional Xiafu dress. Although he had an absent-minded look, he could at least recognize the frantic whispers of the female servants about a handsome but unruly looking model.
Despite Yang’s unkempt appearance that made him look similar to a recently fired cologne company model due to his folded and unbuttoned long-sleeve formals, he was the man recently appointed by the Communist Party of Sinica’ Standing Committee to represent Sinica for a diplomatic summit with the Human Star State, the Greater Imperium of Pikasistan, the Federated Worlds of Olimpiada, and the Coalition Theomilitary.
There was suddenly a distinct sound heel clicking footsteps that slowly drew nearer the pagoda. As Yang glanced at his side, he saw that it was his longtime friend, Celestial Premier Chen Zhiqing, equipped with the usual smug and confident look on his face, slowly approached his place. The servants recognized the Premier’s presence quickly scrambled out to brew tea for him.
"You good, Mr. Yang? It's rare seeing you sit alone, why sport the long face?”
"Chen, stop being so formal with me. I’m just here luxuriating in the view while mentally preparing myself for some national deal making shenanigans.”
As Chen attempts to gesture a handshake, Yang stood up and attempted to crushingly squeeze Chen’s hand — an action that the Premier reciprocated. Seeing that both of them couldn’t overpower one another, they both patted each other in the back and laughed.
"I see, mind if I sit down?"
"Sure, but don’t you think that it’s strange that the Celestial Premier himself to ask for some lowly ambassador’s permission for him to sit?"
"Well, I'm the Premier and not the Emperor... I need the decency to ask for permission from my brotherly equal to sit down."
"Not an Emperor...Ha! That's what you want everyone to think, your highness." Yang sarcastically jabs at the larger-than-life Premier. Before Chen could make any
attempts at making a comeback, he adds "Jokes aside, what brings you here?"
"Clearing off some stress after a cat herding like organization for the New Silk Road project biddings... and if I remember correctly,
the diplomatic summit that I had your ambassadorship approved of is going to commence for this planet’s week?”
"Yeah, there’s going to be around four nations who'll be coming over for some mutual defense conference.”
“I’m actually not particularly oriented with the summit’s details, care to tell me more?”
“Back in the party meetings, there was a lot of discussion regarding the creation of an international organization to put checks on SATMA."
"The Stepford-Arnau Trade and Military Alliance? A pretentious name for nothing more than a band of barbarians.”
As Chen attempted to jeer at an especially threatening organization, the conversation between him and Yang was temporarily cut-off when female servants from earlier interrupted and served Jasmine tea to the Premier. Chen nodded at them with a smile before gesturing them to vacate the pagoda in order to continue his discussion with Yang.
"To continue where we left off, these so-called band of barbarians seems like a potential threat to our national interests in my opinion,”
"So just like every case of barbarians in our history... And so, what do you think of our so-called prospective allies?"
"I have varying opinions... I think that the Staatmen are a pretty solid group of people despite their obvious hints of a superiority complex.
They seem trustworthy, but that’s probably just my vain empathy for people that similarly gone through tough times like ours.
"Well….they seem trustworthy enough to the point of having some of our countrymen thinking that these guys are honorary Xia.”
“No amount of body scrubbing can turn someone into Xia...Although perhaps the Staatmen can.
The cultural aspects of their civilization may be one of the few that could possibly match our splendor and beauty.”
“Seems like a reciprocated sentiment since our diasporas over there become first-class citizens.”
"Hmmm...there’s also the Pikasistanis and while I think they’re pretty honest, they are somehow...questionable in some regards.”
“Those guys from Quadrant Beta? Yeah, I’ve heard the stories. I seriously have my doubts on entrusting these rabid dogs to watch over our backs.
“You have to give them credit, I think they’re surprisingly sophisticated and cooperative. Not to mention, their zealous jingoist behavior is pretty useful in the
future.”
“This reminds when proto-Xia employed warlike brigands from the steppes to defend their frontier against other similar minded brigands.”
“We’re technically not employing a bunch of brigands, just men with questionable philosophies.”
“We’ll see about their behavior during the meeting.”
“And there’s the Olimpiadans, an interesting bunch that needs a bit of caution to handle.”
“Ah, them...they’re a bunch of snakes that are basically Pikasistanis with more cunning and less barbarism. Their lot is especially
a pain in the ass to handle during biddings for the New Silk Road project.”
“They're truly something that's difficult to deal with. Despite the fact that they're one of our consistent economic partners, we should
keep a close eye on what they're about to pull off."
"Of course, that's already a given."
"Lastly, we have the Coalition guys, who are perhaps the most strange out of all the attendees."
"Truth to be told, I don't know much about these people."
"I suppose they're nomads with weird tastes, I guess? I think they're a potential ally whose description seems to fits closer with the
so-called brigands that we're trying to resist. One of the weirdest civilizations in my opinion "
"Now that you think about it, it's pretty ironic for us to comment that other civilizations are a bunch of weirdos."
"Tell me about it."
"For a civilization that boasts its beauty and splendor, no others manage to reset civilization and decimate around half of the entire population
after a civil war, a trait that we managed to inherit from the proto-Xia Chinese people back on Planet Earth."
"You forgot to mention the part that these gardens had the Crimson Emperors probably having similar conversations such as ours right now."
"Then perhaps, these gardens of fraternity is actually just a giant meeting for a bunch of weirdos?"
"Perhaps."
Yang Xianjin quietly stared at the seemingly placid lake alongside the assortment of trees, flowers, and rock formations from his pagoda. He would occasionally sip in traditionally brewed Jasmine tea that was recently served by a female servant who wore a traditional Xiafu dress. Although he had an absent-minded look, he could at least recognize the frantic whispers of the female servants about a handsome but unruly looking model.
Despite Yang’s unkempt appearance that made him look similar to a recently fired cologne company model due to his folded and unbuttoned long-sleeve formals, he was the man recently appointed by the Communist Party of Sinica’ Standing Committee to represent Sinica for a diplomatic summit with the Human Star State, the Greater Imperium of Pikasistan, the Federated Worlds of Olimpiada, and the Coalition Theomilitary.
There was suddenly a distinct sound heel clicking footsteps that slowly drew nearer the pagoda. As Yang glanced at his side, he saw that it was his longtime friend, Celestial Premier Chen Zhiqing, equipped with the usual smug and confident look on his face, slowly approached his place. The servants recognized the Premier’s presence quickly scrambled out to brew tea for him.
"You good, Mr. Yang? It's rare seeing you sit alone, why sport the long face?”
"Chen, stop being so formal with me. I’m just here luxuriating in the view while mentally preparing myself for some national deal making shenanigans.”
As Chen attempts to gesture a handshake, Yang stood up and attempted to crushingly squeeze Chen’s hand — an action that the Premier reciprocated. Seeing that both of them couldn’t overpower one another, they both patted each other in the back and laughed.
"I see, mind if I sit down?"
"Sure, but don’t you think that it’s strange that the Celestial Premier himself to ask for some lowly ambassador’s permission for him to sit?"
"Well, I'm the Premier and not the Emperor... I need the decency to ask for permission from my brotherly equal to sit down."
"Not an Emperor...Ha! That's what you want everyone to think, your highness." Yang sarcastically jabs at the larger-than-life Premier. Before Chen could make any
attempts at making a comeback, he adds "Jokes aside, what brings you here?"
"Clearing off some stress after a cat herding like organization for the New Silk Road project biddings... and if I remember correctly,
the diplomatic summit that I had your ambassadorship approved of is going to commence for this planet’s week?”
"Yeah, there’s going to be around four nations who'll be coming over for some mutual defense conference.”
“I’m actually not particularly oriented with the summit’s details, care to tell me more?”
“Back in the party meetings, there was a lot of discussion regarding the creation of an international organization to put checks on SATMA."
"The Stepford-Arnau Trade and Military Alliance? A pretentious name for nothing more than a band of barbarians.”
As Chen attempted to jeer at an especially threatening organization, the conversation between him and Yang was temporarily cut-off when female servants from earlier interrupted and served Jasmine tea to the Premier. Chen nodded at them with a smile before gesturing them to vacate the pagoda in order to continue his discussion with Yang.
"To continue where we left off, these so-called band of barbarians seems like a potential threat to our national interests in my opinion,”
"So just like every case of barbarians in our history... And so, what do you think of our so-called prospective allies?"
"I have varying opinions... I think that the Staatmen are a pretty solid group of people despite their obvious hints of a superiority complex.
They seem trustworthy, but that’s probably just my vain empathy for people that similarly gone through tough times like ours.
"Well….they seem trustworthy enough to the point of having some of our countrymen thinking that these guys are honorary Xia.”
“No amount of body scrubbing can turn someone into Xia...Although perhaps the Staatmen can.
The cultural aspects of their civilization may be one of the few that could possibly match our splendor and beauty.”
“Seems like a reciprocated sentiment since our diasporas over there become first-class citizens.”
"Hmmm...there’s also the Pikasistanis and while I think they’re pretty honest, they are somehow...questionable in some regards.”
“Those guys from Quadrant Beta? Yeah, I’ve heard the stories. I seriously have my doubts on entrusting these rabid dogs to watch over our backs.
“You have to give them credit, I think they’re surprisingly sophisticated and cooperative. Not to mention, their zealous jingoist behavior is pretty useful in the
future.”
“This reminds when proto-Xia employed warlike brigands from the steppes to defend their frontier against other similar minded brigands.”
“We’re technically not employing a bunch of brigands, just men with questionable philosophies.”
“We’ll see about their behavior during the meeting.”
“And there’s the Olimpiadans, an interesting bunch that needs a bit of caution to handle.”
“Ah, them...they’re a bunch of snakes that are basically Pikasistanis with more cunning and less barbarism. Their lot is especially
a pain in the ass to handle during biddings for the New Silk Road project.”
“They're truly something that's difficult to deal with. Despite the fact that they're one of our consistent economic partners, we should
keep a close eye on what they're about to pull off."
"Of course, that's already a given."
"Lastly, we have the Coalition guys, who are perhaps the most strange out of all the attendees."
"Truth to be told, I don't know much about these people."
"I suppose they're nomads with weird tastes, I guess? I think they're a potential ally whose description seems to fits closer with the
so-called brigands that we're trying to resist. One of the weirdest civilizations in my opinion "
"Now that you think about it, it's pretty ironic for us to comment that other civilizations are a bunch of weirdos."
"Tell me about it."
"For a civilization that boasts its beauty and splendor, no others manage to reset civilization and decimate around half of the entire population
after a civil war, a trait that we managed to inherit from the proto-Xia Chinese people back on Planet Earth."
"You forgot to mention the part that these gardens had the Crimson Emperors probably having similar conversations such as ours right now."
"Then perhaps, these gardens of fraternity is actually just a giant meeting for a bunch of weirdos?"
"Perhaps."