I'm reborn and I'm an international student again?

Another checkpoint not far from here.

After receiving a call for help from a colleague, the guards here were preparing to get into their vehicle and rush to provide assistance when they were drawn to the attention of a team member's exclamation.

The captain opened the car door and raised his binoculars to look ahead.

Just a few hundred meters away, a convoy of dark vehicles was heading towards the checkpoint.

The scale was enormous, but the vehicles were very old and dilapidated, with many RVs mixed in.

They moved slowly, like a gradually advancing ancient army, pressing in with an oppressive aura.

The captain wiped the sweat from his brow and roared to those around him, "Prepare for defense!"

The guards quickly unloaded their weapons from the vehicles, took their positions, and stared intently at the approaching convoy as if facing a formidable enemy.

"This is American territory! All personnel ahead, halt immediately!" the captain shouted through a megaphone.

Unexpectedly, the convoy actually came to a slow stop in front of the checkpoint. The tense guards secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The door of the lead vehicle opened, and a bald, burly man stepped out.

“We need shelter!” the bald man shouted at the top of his lungs.

"What?" The captain's lips twitched.

Are you kidding me?
So many people seeking asylum together?
This excuse is frequently used by illegal immigrants every year, and they usually need to apply and be reviewed separately.

But there were hundreds of people in front of them, making it impossible to let them pass all at once.

To keep the other side calm, the captain made an excuse that he needed to consult his superiors, signaling them to wait while giving the team members a look that indicated they should check their equipment.

Soon, customs and border protection officers arrived and urgently discussed countermeasures with the team leader.

The superiors have given clear instructions that the passage must not be permitted.

But with only twenty-odd people on site, how could they withstand an attack from hundreds?

Some suggested that the threat would be much smaller if the other side surrendered its weapons.

Faced with the requirement to surrender their weapons upon entry, this group of immigrants of various skin colors did not hesitate for long.

After all, they carried guns only for self-defense on the road. Most of these people were illegal immigrants passing through other countries, but some were Mexicans. They only gathered recently because border controls have tightened, hoping to use their numbers to cross the border.

After the weapons were handed over, the guards exchanged glances and suddenly closed the checkpoint gate.

The immigrants immediately realized they had been scammed!
"Damn it! You dare to play us for fools!"

"Rush over!"

A roar erupted from the crowd.

"Back off! Back off!" the guards shouted, firing shots into the air.

But the angry immigrants had already disregarded everything.

The hunger and exhaustion from the long journey, coupled with the hope that was within reach, spurred an astonishing fighting spirit. Vehicles began to crash into the wall, and stones flew from the crowd.

Since the enemy was unarmed, and superiors gave strict orders to avoid major casualties, the guards could only shoot at tires and throw tear gas.

Smoke billowed along the border, and chaos ensued.

The images of women and children running, coughing, and crying in panic are extremely impactful.

On a small hill in the distance, a camera is pointed at the scene.

The female reporter jotted down notes rapidly, whispering excitedly, "Breaking news... Absolutely headline news! Refugees seeking asylum are forcibly deported; the bloody truth behind the border wall. America's mask of freedom and equality has been ripped apart right here..."

The refugees she referred to mostly came from Honduras, Guatemala, El Salvador, and other places, claiming they were fleeing gang violence, political persecution, and extreme poverty.

According to U.S. law and international conventions, such individuals have the right to apply for asylum.

As for the actual situation, those who know, know.

But the reporter wouldn't delve into it; all she wanted was explosive news.

"Take cover!" the captain ordered.

Despite wearing protective gear, many guards were still injured by falling stones.

One side had no guns, and the other side couldn't use guns, but the stones available to the immigrants put the guards at a disadvantage.

"Bang!" A modified pickup truck burst out of the smoke and crashed heavily into the fence.

The railing immediately tilted, and those who had been trying to climb it rushed toward the gap.

The bald, burly man made women and children lead the charge, which made the guards, who were already unable to harm anyone, even more hesitant to act.

Seeing that several groups of people had already crossed the fence, and that the remaining group consisted mostly of young and strong men, the captain decisively gave the order. Some men used shields to block the rocks, while the rest used batons to stop the climbers.

But the immigrants were already enraged, clinging tightly to the railings, refusing to let go even after being hit several times.

"Damn it!" The team leader cursed angrily as another group of people successfully climbed over the fence and other fences were also hit by vehicles.

"Beep! Beep!" The sound of police sirens grew louder as they approached.

Border patrol reinforcements finally arrived.

The two sides on the scene were in contrasting moods: one happy, the other worried.

The conflict escalated.

All of this was recorded in its entirety by the camera.

Hours later, a video appeared on major media outlets.

While the title accuses U.S. border enforcement officers of violence against immigrants, it actually targets the border wall policy.

Building a wall is not a new topic; it faced widespread opposition from the beginning, which was only recently quelled, but now it's back in the spotlight. Public opinion is overwhelmingly criticizing the project's initiators.

Black Palace.

"A bunch of idiots! This is obviously orchestrated, and they're even insulting me online?" The fat man sat in his chair with a dark face, too lazy to even touch the cola in front of him.

"Leader, the investigation results are in. The first group of people who attempted to break through the border were gangsters from the US-Mexico border. They clearly knew in advance that a large number of immigrants would be gathering at another checkpoint, which is why they chose to take advantage of the situation." The investigation agency was extremely efficient, clarifying the whole story within a few hours.

“Leader, I suggest that the investigation results be released immediately. Once the public knows the truth, they will naturally stop criticizing.” Someone from the think tank suggested.

"Ha, I'll make it public, but not to shut up the idiots, but to legitimately wipe out those stinking rats! You really think they'll stop arguing once I've explained things clearly? Wrong! What they care about is how much money was spent building the wall, and those who oppose me will use it as an excuse to make trouble. My stance is clear: I won't pay attention to what's said online. I've said it before, I am their king. Do kings make mistakes?" The fat man tapped the table lightly, his tone growing increasingly heated.

“But you and Musk… I mean, the standoff between us and Musk’s camp is already very tense. This incident is extremely detrimental to you; if it’s not handled properly, you’ll be caught in a pincer movement of public opinion from both sides…”

"You think I care? I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of? They're just a bunch of clowns!" The fat man appeared disdainful, but he was furious inside.

Soon, the think tank compiled public opinion reactions to the incident from netizens around the world.

Texas, USA: "Billions of dollars in military funding approved by Congress have been diverted to build concrete embankments, and our community can't even get a new fire station! This wall won't stop gangs; it'll just let taxpayers' money rot in the desert!"

Mexico's Gotijuna: "When those helmeted guards pointed gas at women and children during the live broadcast, the human rights that the Black House talks about all the time were like candy wrappers trampled into the mud. This is not law enforcement, it is creating trauma."

United Kingdom: "Congratulations on successfully replicating this 3rd-century BC Eastern defense project! We suggest applying for intangible cultural heritage status, and the project could be named 'The Reliable Great Wall'."

Canada: "As a North American neighbor, I find it surreal. While we're tracking climate change with satellites, some people are choosing medieval solutions to 21st-century immigration problems. Are they going to add bastions to the wall next?"

Island Nation: "To us, with our shrinking population, this seems like science fiction. They'd rather spend the money to build several bridges across the sea to block our workforce, while our convenience stores are displaying banners welcoming foreign interns."

Seeing these comments, the fat man's face darkened even more.

He finally couldn't hold back and unleashed his witty reply:
"Let those failed commentators and hypocritical foreign powers see clearly that my kingdom does not need your meddling!"
Some Mexicans say we're cruel? Ridiculous! They can't even manage their own gangs and corruption, which is why immigrants are flooding our great border like weeds!

Are the gentlemen of Europe laughing at my wall? Look at your own streets overwhelmed by refugees! Paris is no longer Paris, London is no longer London, but America will always be America!
And those so-called journalists, every line of your hypocritical writing proves that you need a wall to block out the truth! My wall is not just steel, it is will! It is law! It is order!
The more they attack, the more it proves I did the right thing!
The more they mock, the more weak they appear!
I now want to make this great border wall an eternal shield for America!
The project will not stop, not even an inch!
The wall will get higher and stronger!

Until every true American can sleep soundly, until only desperate envy and the wails of defeat remain on the other side of the border!

The fat man's speech was passionate, but it was nothing more than self-indulgence.

However, netizens aren't buying it. Internet trolls always retaliate against whoever criticizes them.

Soon, a new round of cyberattacks began.

New House.

Since Ding Ning's copywriting was finalized, Chen Xi has jointly taken control of the entire big data base with the city.

The base was originally planned to focus on the financial sector. Currently, there are numerous financial companies on the market, and loan products are emerging one after another. However, most of the big data services they rely on come from the two giants, Alibaba and Tencent, and some banks are no exception.

While banks' final review scoring systems are as complex as black boxes, the initial review stage still heavily relies on external data. Many banks have long wanted to reduce their dependence on these two companies, but have struggled due to their own insufficient capabilities.

The emergence of the Xinlu Big Data Center has shown them new possibilities. If they can unify and manage the data of all banks and financial institutions, they can achieve true independence.

So they set their sights on Chen Xi.

Wu Wanrong was pleased with this outcome.

Imagine if it could attract many banks to move in, the industrial landscape of Xinlu would surely take a leap forward.

"Mr. Chen, do you have anything to say about this credit card crisis?" The bank representative began aggressively in the conference room.

Chen Xi knew perfectly well that these people were just trying to take advantage of the situation and seize the opportunity to intervene in the big data center.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Of course, he wouldn't admit to something like that.

"The major shareholder of the company that swipes cards is the Overseas Returnees Association, and you, Mr. Chen, also have shares in it. With the internet so developed these days, you can easily find out with a simple search," another person added with a smile.

"I was just holding it on behalf of a friend," Chen Xi said, still not taking the bait.

Seeing that he refused to give in, the group changed their approach and continued to apply pressure.

"But this company is managed by the Overseas Returnees Association, and President Chen is the vice president and holds shares on behalf of others. It's hard to believe that he was completely unaware of it, is it?"

“The company also has shares in the bank, so I don’t need to elaborate on who bears more responsibility. When credit card transactions were generating revenue, the bank profited immensely from both ends. Now that bad debts have emerged, they’ve gone from smiling to cursing. With this kind of behavior, who would dare to cooperate with you in the future? It’s the same as lending to businesses; it’s essentially an investment. But the behavior of banks in China and abroad is completely different. You want both interest and to recover the principal through unethical means. You can’t find this kind of sure-fire business anywhere else,” Chen Xi calmly responded.

Those words left everyone present somewhat embarrassed. (End of Chapter)