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Chapter 370. The Final Power Structure
Within six months of Jiang Jianxin's return to the Realm of Carnival, the world order also changed.

Just one month after the turmoil subsided, Black Eye Pharmaceuticals officially announced a major restructuring – Chief Strategist Chi Xia took over as the new chairman, and on the same day, it established diplomatic relations with the Song family, a family of medical professionals.

The young Song family patriarch, Song Jun, publicly stated his willingness to establish a long-term partnership with Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals to jointly develop new drugs, revealing his passion for innovation in the pharmaceutical field.

Compared to the major restructuring of Black Eye Pharmaceuticals, the power transition at the television station appeared much more stable.

Two months later, its new leader made his official debut: a blond young man with light gold eyes, slightly drooping at the corners, and a fresh and open air like a summer sky.

Because this new leader had never publicly appeared in advisory circles before, there was skepticism about his true identity. However, it is undeniable that he has gained the strong support of the television station's advisory council and has successfully secured his position at the top of the television station's power pyramid.

The two major forces, the Western Dream Pavilion and the Ocean Capital Republic, maintained their original leadership structure, with Zuo Siquan and Yin Ju firmly holding their respective positions of power.

Faced with this sweeping shift in the political landscape, the only action taken by both parties was to jointly send congratulatory telegrams to the new leaders of Black Eye Pharmaceuticals and the television station as a gesture of courtesy and recognition.

Besides these established forces, emerging powers also began to emerge during this period—the Fools, a force known as the "Realm of Carnival," was born in the heart of the Central Plains, while a defensive outpost was established five months later in the southern region adjacent to the polluted flower sea.

The creator of this defensive line is Chen Xinran, the former leader of the Reinforced Army. Its core objective is to prevent the continued erosion of the polluted flower sea area in the south. In order to stop the large area of ​​polluted flower sea from spreading northward and encroaching on healthy soil, Chen Xinran formed a force in the name of "defense line" and issued a public recruitment order to recruit combat personnel with intermediate to advanced talent abilities to join together and protect the last barrier of this land.

On the Guangming Forum, some strategists pointed out that Chen Xinran's actions, which on the surface seemed to be driven by a sense of righteousness, were actually a way to recruit soldiers, recuperate, and secretly accumulate strength.

However, it is undeniable that she did successfully curb the further spread of the contaminated area from the south to the north.

Even though outsiders speculate that she was merely using the opportunity to attract more forces to join her and bolster her own influence, she did indeed accomplish something.

It can be said that this was a brilliant open strategy—openly repairing the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang pass. Its strategic vision and tactical level are far beyond what was left on the outside world during the Furong Army uprising.

Besides the changes in power, the darkness that brought forth the truth and the mental wave attack from the television signal tower also dealt a huge blow to the Light faction.

The Light faction was already depleted of talent in the Precognitive Sequence, and the Omniscient Sequence suffered brain death due to excessive absorption of their spiritual power during this disaster. Only the Advanced Omniscient could barely survive.

In a short time, the number of people in the Light faction was reduced to almost one-tenth.

Many people on the Guangming Forum are worried about the future of Guangming, and various methods for rapidly promoting Guangming's development are emerging one after another.

But what to do in the end, nobody knows.

Jiang Jianxin was enjoying tea in front of the French windows of his villa when he heard the news.

Sunlight streamed obliquely through the sheer curtains, casting warm dappled patterns on the oak coffee table and giving the half-empty bottle of red wine an amber glow.

Outside the window, several unidentified birds hopped on the lawn in the courtyard, occasionally letting out clear chirps that mingled with the soft clinking of porcelain inside.

She picked up her teacup and watched the rising steam slowly dissipate in the sunlight.

The chaotic frenzy of machinery had subsided, but A-Yu had yet to return. Jiang Jianxin had stumbled upon this news by chance in a journalist's political column.

Wen Yu has already left this world. Jiang Jianxin guessed that A Yu probably went with that old father, so he didn't take it too seriously.

She took a sip of the red wine in her glass, her gaze drifting past the window to the clear, azure sky outside. Logically, Jiang Jianxin should be in the Carnival Domain at this moment. However, that force was still in the infrastructure construction phase, and everything was still in its infancy.

The property she bought in the Carnival Zone was surrounded by residential areas under construction, with the sounds of hammers striking steel frames and machines roaring constantly from morning till night, making people feel irritated.

She had no background in civil engineering, and her own abilities were of little help with infrastructure projects.

Xie Yan then simply sent her to stay in Haidu for a few days, and she could come back after the infrastructure there was mostly completed.

Gu Jiyun was also "sent back" to Haidu by Xie Yan.

It is said that this was done so that Jiang Jianxin could assign him tasks more easily.

The truth of the answer once revealed that Gu Jiyun is not human, but he is not the kind of ghost born from Tingyu Tan either. What kind of existence he is remains a mystery to this day.

However, one thing is certain: Jiang Jianxin doesn't need to worry about him disappearing when she meets him, which saves her a lot of trouble.

Just a few days ago, Jiang Jianxin enthusiastically invited Gu Jiyun to taste her newly developed tomato cheesecake.

After taking a bite, Gu Jiyun wrinkled his nose slightly, then subtly offered her several of his own fragrant homemade cakes in return, implying that he had plenty of cakes at home and that it was more appropriate for Jiang Jianxin to keep this uniquely delicious treat for herself.

Although Jiang Jianxin was a little disappointed, getting a few pieces of delicious cake was still a pleasant surprise.

The days passed slowly and peacefully until one day, Jiang Jianxin opened the Ping An Forum and, as usual, used his administrator account to browse the news. Suddenly, a notification came from the backend:

[The Ninth Conference of the Gods, which you have booked, is about to begin. Would you like to join the meeting?]

Jiang Jianxin was slightly taken aback when he caught sight of the new notification—the moment the message was delivered, a new section quietly appeared in the system backend, clearly labeled "Meeting Minutes".

Its layout style is completely different from other functional areas, like an independent space that has been deliberately divided up, and even the decorative patterns have a sense of unfamiliarity.

She tapped her fingertip lightly, and the interface slid open smoothly.

The first thing you see is the notification that was just pushed to your eyes, and as you scroll up, a flood of dense meeting minutes appears.

Most of the records are from a long time ago; the earliest timestamps show that they date back ten years, while the most recent one is the one she is seeing right now.

Jiang Jianxin was puzzled, but since he had made the appointment beforehand, it must mean that Yuzhijia wanted to attend the meeting.

So she clicked to join the meeting.

As the interface changed, a dark space suddenly unfolded before my eyes.

The conference room was shrouded in thick, inky darkness, with only the long table in the center emitting a faint, cold light. Once the eyes adjusted, one could see that the table was surrounded by a dense cluster of figures, their outlines indistinct and difficult to discern.

Just then, a cold, automated notification sound rang out in the conference room:

The Supreme God "Death Silence" has joined the meeting.