The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 227
Downing Street, like other streets in Westminster, is old and noble, but it can't hide the stale atmosphere from the bones.

In the middle of the last century, London architects were ordered to rectify the collapse of the walls of Downing Street and the settlement of the buildings. They accidentally discovered that the outer walls of this street were originally yellow bricks. dark.

Sebastian, who was acting as a temporary driver, slowly parked the car on the side of Downing Street, and respectfully opened the door for Li Ang.

The destination of this trip has arrived.

What caught Li Ang's eyes was a dark wooden door with an unpretentious design, painted with white Arabic numerals 10, outside the door stood two police officers from the Diplomatic Protection Team of the Metropolitan Police Department, and standing in front of them was Reception staff at the Prime Minister's residence.

The receptionist had already obtained today's visitor records, but was still surprised by the youth of this Chinese youth: "Are you Mr. Li Ang?"

"it's me."

Li Ang smiled, and together with Sebastian, led by the reception staff, walked into this house that symbolized the administrative center of the British Empire.

The space inside the house is narrow, the corridors are long and narrow, and the civil servants in suits and leather shoes walked back and forth, circling among various offices and meeting rooms, and occasionally cast curious eyes on the Chinese youth who entered the official residence.

Unlike what he had imagined at the beginning, the blood clan's erosion of the administrative center of Britain, No. 10 Downing Street, was not strong, and they did not reach the point where they were all transformed into blood clans.

This is also normal. If the hundreds of thousands of bureaucrats in the UK were blood clans, the population of the thirteen clans would have exploded and the entire clan would have starved.

Therefore, in Li Ang's spiritual knowledge, only some civil servants in key positions in No. 10 Downing Street are the real blood clans.

The number of these blood clans is around a dozen, and they are the secretary-general of the cabinet and several other permanent secretaries, rather than the higher-ranking ministers of the interior, ministers of justice, and so on.

"Hehe, these blood races are indeed the top strategists who have ruled Europe for centuries."

Li Ang smiled noncommittally. The cabinet secretary and permanent secretary belonged to affairs officers, and their duties were to implement the policies of the government at that time, not to participate in political party activities.

In other words, in the United Kingdom, cabinet secretaries, who are responsible for implementing specific policies, are equivalent to top-level civil servants, rather than politicians standing in front of the stage.

The affairs officers at the top of the pyramid are more like behind-the-scenes workers. Each of them has many years of administrative experience. Manipulation fooled the ministers.

Seeing the facts, if this is the case in Britain, how can France, Germany, Italy and other European countries be spared?I am afraid that the officialdoms of European countries have long become playgrounds and nurseries for blood elites.

Li Ang couldn't help sighing in his heart. Compared with Voldemort, who only knew how to threaten and blackmail the wizarding world with terror, these old-school blood clans were more suitable for the identity of the boss behind the scenes.

Elegant, reserved, elegant, understatement, playing tricks, and lightly manipulating Europa Universalis, playing chess against such an opponent is the pleasure.

Li Ang was bathed in the gazes of mortals and blood elites, and walked forward calmly. After turning around, he was arranged in a conference hall with luxurious and exquisite interiors, sitting on a chair with purple cushions, waiting to meet with him. The meeting of the female prime minister.

Fortunately, the British Empire did not leave him alone for too long, and soon the door of the conference hall was opened, and a woman walked in.

The head of the government of the British Empire, the leader of the majority party in the House of Commons, and the First Minister, Ms. Rachel Ross, has a soft and firm face, a gentle smile at the corner of her mouth, and a soft and firm voice, which makes people feel like spring breeze.

"Mr. Li Ang, it's an honor to meet you."

She reached out her hand and shook hands with Li Ang.

This Rachel Rossby looks younger in the photo. She is wearing a neutral dark suit with a white shirt inside. On her slender neck is a pendant inlaid with rubies, which will change with the angle Deflection, refracting crystal clear light.

Just as Li Ang thought, Rachel really deserves the nickname "Raven" he gave her. Behind that face that is very confusing at the age level, there is a dark and deep soul hidden.

While Li Ang was looking at the head of the British Empire, the other side was also looking at him.

In just two years, the young man of Chinese descent in front of him started from the humblest undocumented immigrant to build a business empire from scratch.

To this day, the meme companies crawling above the human civilized society have digested all the resources of the penguin and Jinbin's criminal empire, the Hellfire Club, the League of Assassins and other dynamic social groups, and have extended their tentacles to the vast majority. some industries.

Agriculture, forestry, fishery, animal husbandry, mining, manufacturing, electricity, heat and gas, construction, finance, real estate, sports and entertainment.
Leading companies in all walks of life are inextricably linked to meme companies. This is a power that nourishes things silently. Before the general public even reacts, the shadow of meme companies has been completely cast. enveloped them.

No one can calculate the specific revenue of this company that only belongs to one person, and can only vaguely speculate from the public and vague data reports.

The meme company has completely transcended the concepts of monopoly organizations such as cartels, syndicates, trusts, and concerns, and has transformed into a huge organizational form that makes people dare not think deeply.

In other words, the meme company created by Leon himself is only a short distance away from the ultimate ambition of "kidnapping all mankind", "raising all mankind" and "enslaving all mankind" that the terrorist organization Hydra has dreamed of achieving in its entire life. a step far.

I don't know how many government departments, semi-official public research institutions, and for-profit think tanks have conducted analysis and research on this independent individual named "Li Ang" in front of them, but they have only one conclusion - Li Ang is definitely a foreigner. Star.

If it wasn't for the aliens, how could it be possible to have a smooth journey, with a noisy attitude like a shooting star, to forge a brilliant life trajectory?
"It's an honor to meet you, Ms. Ross."

Li Ang smiled gently, and withdrew his probing gaze.

He came here this time to ascertain the extent to which No. 10 Downing Street, the British administrative center, has been eroded by blood races, but right now he has a more interesting research project - the female prime minister herself.

If it wasn't for the inappropriate time and place, he might have forced the other party on the dissecting table by now, using a scalpel and forceps to do some shameful things.

(End of this chapter)