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Gale smiled slightly, gently shaking the wine glass in his hand, and continued, "Actually, we have something in common; we are both descendants of the Jewish people, aren't we? The blood flowing through our veins belongs to the same ethnicity. You and I have a responsibility to contribute to the strength and rise of our people, don't we?"
Qiluo Ling stared at him intently, as if trying to decipher a deeper code.
"We Jewish people have long been plagued by misfortune. We have endured torment and persecution throughout history, filled with suffering and unfortunate experiences. Over four thousand years ago, during the peak of the Two River Valley Civilization in Egypt, we were already present. In the following millennia, we were ruled and persecuted by Persians, Greeks, Egyptians, Syrians, and Romans before finally migrating across Europe. The massacre of Jews by Nazi Germany is, in a sense, the extreme manifestation of white people's persecution of Jews, a persecution that has run through our development history for thousands of years."
"What is your ultimate goal?" she asked.
"We want to create a world ruled by Jews, to wash away the blood shame of our people that has lasted for thousands of years. We are the smartest ethnic group in the world and should be the ones to govern it. Although our population is only 16 million, accounting for less than 0.25% of the global population, we have received 27% of the Nobel Prizes worldwide. We dominate elite fields across various industries and hold one-third of the world's wealth; almost no consortium or alliance can compete with us. We can easily launch financial wars that can bankrupt developed countries. Therefore, the whole world belongs to us—Jews."
"Our ideal is to create an unprecedented perfect world. Of course, creating this requires changing thoughts; only by changing people's thoughts can we change the world," Gale said. "We have been striving for this. We have beautiful ideals. Achieving ideals cannot rely on mere fantasies. We accumulate wealth to realize our ideals and use money as leverage to overcome obstacles to their implementation. Our plan has been in preparation since World War II; however, we have encountered some resistance, such as from your great-grandfather and Professor Chen. But none of that matters now. After decades of effort, we are at a critical moment in our plan. Miss Qi, you are the key person."
"What happened to my great-grandfather?" she frowned.
Gale quickly waved his hand and said, "There's no need to recall unpleasant things."
He raised his wine glass, took a sip, and continued, "Over the years, we have achieved considerable success. We not only possess immense wealth but also control cutting-edge scientific technology in the world. We can make people youthful again; we can even bring them back to life. But the problem is that while bodies can be revived, changing thoughts is not so easy. Thoughts are elusive like souls and cannot be easily changed. The only one who can change others' souls is you. Fortunately, this soul bearer is marked—a person with a butterfly symbol on their right arm. And you possess it, Miss Qi."
Qiluo Ling pondered for a moment and said, "I recall a statement by Lung Ying-tai: I once believed in justice; later I realized that two kinds of justice can coexist completely while contradicting each other—ice and fire cannot coexist. Choosing one means that justice simultaneously implies injustice. Moreover, you absolutely cannot see that some people fervently advocate for a specific justice at a particular moment while hiding profound injustices within it. What if I refuse to help you?"
"I just don't understand; both publicly and privately, our cooperation is proposed as a win-win situation for both sides. As long as we cooperate, with our strength combined with yours, this piece will soon become popular worldwide; their thoughts will soon be completely under our control." He shook his wine glass and said, "We will provide you with everything that everyone dreams of: wealth, fame, honor, status—all without question."
"And then?"
"People will worship you. You will become the dual ruler of both the world of thought and the real world, like a queen of the spiritual realm."
"Even if I am a queen, this queen is merely a puppet, a puppet manipulated by you all, a tool for you to rule the world," Qiluo Ling said. "Your beautiful world is actually a world devoid of thought, a world without emotion, a withered world."
After a moment of silence, Gale helplessly shrugged and leaned back against the black sofa.
"Miss Qi, I can still understand your insistence on your views. After all, thoughts can change and develop. The door to cooperation between us is always open for you. However, I still hope you will seriously consider accepting my proposal. After all, in this absurd world, anything absurd can happen."
Qiluo Ling felt a chill in her heart; there seemed to be a dangerous implication hidden in his words.
"Are you threatening me?" she asked.
Gale smiled lightly. "How could I threaten you? I'm just reminding you to pay attention to your personal safety, after all, you are the only heir of Devil's Music. Besides, you've seen the information; I haven't forced you to cooperate with me."
"It's not that I don't want to cooperate with you; it's because I don't have the ability to do so."
"No ability?"
"Yes, I only have the first Music of Devil's Sorrow in my hands. I don't even know how many Musics it still has left. This means that I only possess a fragment of it; it is incomplete. Therefore, your expectations of me are too high; I cannot fully assist you in achieving your ideals."
Gale silently set down his glass and gazed at her for a long time, as if verifying in a unique way whether she was lying. From her calm yet unwavering eyes, he was certain she was indeed not lying.
"To be honest, I feel very regretful. Although we have significant differences, that does not affect my admiration for you, Miss Qi." He helplessly spread his hands.
"Nevertheless, I am still grateful for your allowing me to borrow it. It's getting late. I think it's time for me to take my leave."
Qiluo Ling stood up, straightened her clothes, and then returned the chair in front of her to its original position. Gale still shook her hand out of courtesy, although the sparkle in his eyes had dimmed, revealing a hint of disappointment.
Under the guidance of the Black-Clad Woman, she successfully left the Shanghai branch of Yuna Music. As she walked downstairs, Qiluo Ling looked back at the dazzling building one last time; her eyes seemed to be burned by its brilliance, and she quickly averted her gaze and left alone.
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