Chapter 1490 - War Reparations (2/2)

“You only need to take one bottle a day, once a week, for three months,” Jiang Chen smiled, before he continued, “Then you will find that you are a lot younger than you are now.”

Different from the drugs taken by the members of the Earth Defense Alliance, thanks to the samples provided by Sun Jiao’s blood, the NAC’s Pharmaceutical Research Department had now gained more progress on DNA telomere extension agents.

For example, the bottle of medicament placed between the two could extend the life of a person to 150 years old, repair the organs and metabolic levels damaged by aging in the human body, and did not change one’s appearance.

Trump was now seventy-four years old, and his seventy-fifth birthday was three months later. The effect of DNA telomere extension agents was weakened for aging that already happened, but as long as the medicament was taken regularly, he could easily live to be 120 years old.

Trump took a moment to process the information, and clearly, he didn’t believe what Jiang Chen had just said, so he leaned back and laughed jokingly.

“This joke is too lame.”

“I’m serious.” Jiang Chen shook his head and said in a serious tone, “We hope you will work for eight years in your term, and then smoothly transition the regime to the next candidate we like.”

At this point, Jiang Chen paused, and then said, “Of course, if you are not at ease with our bioengineering technology, then that’s fine by me. I don’t need to force an elderly person to accept new things. I’m just offering for the sake of a cooperative relationship, to provide you with a better choice. You know, I don’t need to lie to you.”

Jiang Chen’s tone made Trump a little uncertain.

After Trump hesitated for a while, he finally chose to believe what Jiang Chen had said, picked up the small glass bottle and stuffed it into his pocket.

Although, his common sense told him it was nonsense to believe this.

“Okay, putting these small things aside. You can choose a comfortable position to lie down in after you go home, remember to sleep after taking the medicament, and then ask your personal doctor to test your metabolism and blood sugar. I can bet that the expression on his face would be interesting.” After Jiang Chen put down the coffee in his hand, he sat up straight, crossed his fingers on one of his knees, and smiled at Trump, “Now, let’s talk about the reparation and the Earth Defense Alliance, which one would you like to talk about first?”

“…Let’s start with the saddest thing first,” Trump shrugged and said helplessly.

“As you wish,” Jiang Chen smiled and nodded. He took out a document from the briefcase next to him and put it on the coffee table. “The war reparations total is 80 billion Xin New dollars, including the funds used to eliminate the impact on the surrounding environment by the Trident missiles, and the compensation for the loss of equipment in this war… Considering the current exchange rate situation of your country, I ask you to pay in gold.”

80 billion Xin New dollars, based on the current market price, was equivalent to 200 million ounces of gold. The gold stored in the vault of the Federal Reserve Bank was exactly 200 million ounces and accounted for about a quarter of the total global gold reserves.

Based on the current exchange rate between the Xin New dollar and the UA dollar, 80 billion Xin New dollars was close to the UA’s military expenditure last year. After the First World War, Germany paid compensation to the Allies. However, Germany paid in installments, and it was not until 2010 that the remaining balance along with interest was fully paid off. Celestial Trade required the UA to make a lump-sum payment with its gold reserves. This requirement really pained the shareholders of the Federal Reserve.

“Sh*t, you are here for the Fed’s gold, right?”

Trump smacked his lips in surprise when he saw the document, but he did not look too surprised.

The gold buried under Manhattan Island was already under the control of Celestial Trade, and he didn’t expect this guy to spit out the meat already in his mouth.

Anyway, he didn’t sign the surrender agreement. He was now cleaning up the mess left by Mike Pence. What was more, since the government did not have that much gold to pay, it would have to continue to issue treasury bonds, and in the end, it would be the shareholders of the Federal Reserve that footed the bill.

What?

Refuse to pay?

Go to the military base on Manhattan Island to protest.

Trump picked up the pen without much hesitation and signed his name at the end of the agreement…