Chapter 147
Rong Zhou is an orphan who grew up in an orphanage. Every child has the rights and obligations to receive the country's nine-year compulsory education. After completing compulsory education, they will face a major crossroads in life.
It’s not that orphanages don’t allow children to go to school, but it’s a problem of resource allocation. There will always be a group of people who don’t receive financial aid because of their poor academic performance.
Rong Zhou had excellent grades, was humble and polite, and was considered a good boy and a good student by his teachers and classmates. He entered high school without any setbacks. The school scholarship and the minimum funding from the orphanage allowed him to complete his high school studies. He entered university with excellent grades and moved forward step by step according to his life plan.
The only surprise was his wife, whom he met in college, who kept clinging to him. He didn't know whether she loved him or not, but he felt a lot more relaxed after that. In the eyes of others, he might have been a gigolo. His wife often bought things for him at that time. Later, after they got together, he asked his wife why she was so obsessed with him and pursued him for so long.
His wife said that she liked his gentle and polite nature and she wouldn't even refuse him.
He has always been gentle and polite, without any edges and never conflicts with others. As long as he studies well enough, no one will bother him. This is also his way of survival.
Maybe Rong Zhou has never thought about where his edges and corners are. When he has an extra clone one day, he doesn't know what went wrong. He has problems all over his body. How can he be gentle and polite?
He opened an illegal shop, and it was strange that he didn't achieve his goal after running it for a while. These people's information network was incomplete, and Rong Zhou was not the one who would say such unreasonable words.
Lu Daju strode onto the platform and stood there with high spirits. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Lu Daju, the boss here. Of course, my name is not important. What's important is what I sell? I sell delicious food and fine wine. No, no no..."
With a big wave of his hand, the dots on his head were almost shaken off. He quickly stretched out his two fat paws to hold Lu Daju's head: "I'm selling the future, your future, the future of this galaxy."
He spoke with great passion, and the people below were certain of one thing: this was a powerful madman, and they had to find a way. The stronger his ability, the greater the harm. If they could break through the barriers and get these people here, they could cause a bigger commotion.
Most people's attitude is to wait and see what this person is going to do, and no one is willing to step forward to go against the wind.
Lu Daju looked disappointed and pointed at the people standing below: "I don't know where you got the courage from. You dug out some garbage from the ruins and used it to research and stick to your development path. That's fine, but you actually started a fight over the things in the ruins? Now that we're almost wiped out, aren't you happy?"
What Lu Daju said was true. Before, they were really stupid. They found a relic. The ruins represent technology, which may be a big step forward. It will make the country stronger than its neighbors and increase its national strength. They have to put in a lot of effort to grab it. If they can't grab it, they will go to war.
There have been fewer fights recently, not because they found any problems with the ruins and didn't go to rob them, but because each race has encountered problems that they cannot solve, and the national strength is becoming increasingly weak. At the same time, outside the interstellar electromagnetic field, there is a group of Zergs who are eyeing them covetously. This thing is the nemesis of all life planets, and from time to time they will be transmitted from the magnetic storm belt to somewhere in the universe.
It is also due to the combined pressure of internal and external problems that external wars between countries have become less frequent.
"So." Lu Daju raised his hands high and brought them down hard. The light suddenly dimmed and five beams of light focused in the middle of the platform.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait." Suddenly, deafening music blared from all directions. It was the first movement of Beethoven's Symphony No. 5 in C minor, Op. 67. No explanation is needed here; Karajan's version best captures the passionate and uplifting spirit of this legendary symphony! This inner struggle against fate, this celebration of the tenacity of life, is enough to dispel the dark clouds within! No amount of motivational words could surpass the soul-stirring power of this music. It's the self-encouragement of the strong!
The volume was loud enough, the music had no boundaries, and those who were concentrating on the next part of the song were startled. Several elderly people were almost killed, their heartbeats following the rhythm.
"Your fate will be rewritten here, and the fate of the interstellar space will be decided here." Lu Daju said it with great emotion, which he learned from watching TV. If Rong Zhou were here, he would probably be embarrassed to squeeze out a 3-bedroom, 1-living-room apartment. He is not a middle school student, so where did the middle school student factor come from? Fortunately, he was asleep and knew nothing, otherwise he would definitely strangle this guy to death.
Lu Daju pointed with his left hand to where the Star Alliance members were standing. "Do we choose to let the So-type disease continue to claim the lives of countless talented people, or do we choose to completely cure it?"
He waved his right hand towards several people with animal features from the Fagaro Empire: "Do you choose to let countless orcs degenerate into beasts, or choose to return to rationality?"
He turned his head and looked at several people who looked very human, except that their eyes glowed. "Has evolution reached its limit? Even if they disguise themselves as humans and learn human nature, they will always be just machines and cannot be considered life forms. No, no, no, these are not the problems."
"I - Lu Da..., from the past, present, and future. All the answers you want are here. It depends on your choice." Lu Daju deliberately concealed the last word. This name seemed not domineering enough. The light shone on his tall and straight figure from behind. He wore a black fur collar robe with gold edges. Except for the wavy deep V on his chest, he looked majestic and mysterious. Isn't he handsome?
A young man is not a man of few ideas. No one here knows him, so he can do whatever he wants. Anyway, he just needs to spread what he wants.
There was a lot of passion on the stage, but the people in the audience were all stunned: “…” The music was too loud and few people could hear it clearly.
On the stage, Lu Daju was talking in a loud voice, and the background music was the loud Symphony of Destiny.
The audience could only hear a few words: So-type disease, mania, ...
Don't want to hear it clearly? That's a lie. After all, this person is so strong in all aspects. It's impossible for him to bring them here just for a joke. The purpose of life still needs to be clarified.
In the end, they sat down at the banquet with numb faces. Who would have thought that this person invited them here just to treat them to a meal? No joke, just a meal, is this person crazy?
Faced with the delicious dishes being served one after another, I thought about expecting them to eat it through their noses. Before they could even react, several people had already put the food into their mouths.
Lu Daju walked past the diners as if it were his territory, watching them eat, and walked past several people who were sitting straight and motionless.
“If you can’t enjoy the food, you can channel these glasses of wine into your energy tank and enjoy some music. It’s also a good experience and will help your evolution.” As he spoke, he rubbed the sesame dumplings on his head.
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