"Don't look at me in surprise."
Zhuang Mian said to those resentful eyes, although she was used to being stared at like that.
“To Factory No. 12, you are a termite that cannot be ignored, but to the entire factory system, and even to the entire Hope City, you are actually nothing.
"So, there will be a lot of people on the road with you. I hope this makes you happier."
After saying this, Zhuang Mian stopped looking at Erken, who looked like a dead man, and turned to the group of workers and said:
"It's lunch time. Everyone go eat, then gather early. There will be speeches by the Speaker and other members in the afternoon."
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Cars shuttled between the inner and outer city areas of Hope City. The purge teams came out in full force at this time. Passersby who saw this scene were all surprised, and those who had something to hide were worried that the heavy hammer would fall on their heads.
In the center of the inner city, a team of city defense troops who were urgently dispatched had surrounded the factory's office building.
Each factory is only the core of production, while the head office is the organization responsible for coordination, deployment and production planning.
The factory below is completely rotten, so this place is obviously not a clean place.
Watching the army surrounding the building, Wen Cheng put down the binoculars.
There seemed to be black smoke coming out of the building, and it seemed that someone had started burning documents.
What an old-fashioned method... Wencheng cursed in his heart, and then stopped paying attention to what was happening over there. Naturally, a commando team would rush in and solve everything.
He checked the watch on his wrist.
It's about time.
Wencheng said to his adjutant:
"From this moment on, the command of the army is transferred to you."
"Sir, this..."
Before this, Wencheng had never issued such an order, and his adjutant also quickly understood a fact -
This handover is not temporary but permanent.
Therefore, he didn't dare to agree directly.
After receiving this vague reply, Wen Cheng stopped looking at the criminals who had been trapped in the jar and instead looked at the deputy who had followed him for nearly ten years and who kept his coat meticulously groomed most of the time:
"Your mind works very quickly. Today's matter is far from over. What's next is the highlight."
"Then why did you give up the command..."
"It's because of that highlight."
Wencheng smiled and sighed:
"I am not an audience member of the main show, but an actor."
After saying that, he patted his adjutant's shoulder, took off the shoulder straps that represented his identity in the cold wind and handed them to the other party.
Then he looked at the auditorium in the distance and began to walk towards that direction alone.
The cold wind brought Wencheng's final instructions:
"Remember to listen to the Speaker."
The street ahead is straight and wide, and if you walk along it you can even reach the open square under the spire.
Wencheng took steps forward, and the memories in his mind began to become clearer.
With every step forward, everything around me seemed to be pressed in reverse. The tall buildings began to disappear one by one, and the streets that extended in all directions gradually turned into a flat wilderness.
The white hair on his temples began to fade away little by little, and his slightly bent back began to become straight. Although Wencheng is now only half of his designed age, time has still left countless traces on his body.
He is no longer a commander in charge of hundreds of thousands of people, nor is he a senator sitting in a high position, but just an ordinary captain of an exploration team.
Everything seemed to have returned to an afternoon more than fifty years ago. Under sunlight that was not as scorching as that of the mother planet, the first crew members who were awakened wore full sets of protective clothing and stood on the spire, or the area below the spacecraft that was full of debris, and were planning everything about this new home for mankind with great interest.
Hines said that he wanted to build a research institute near the sea, Yang Suyan expressed his views on the structure of laws of interstellar civilization, and Vladimir was talking about "fighting" and "conquering"...
There were no strange beasts, no alien creatures, no internal strife. That was Wen Cheng’s last beautiful memory, so beautiful that he couldn’t even tell whether it was a fact that had happened or a fantasy created by his own entanglement and pain over decades.
The outward-extending eaves put an end to Wen Cheng's tracing back to the past, and his sight gradually moved downward from the sky.
Two guards were saluting him—his face was well-known throughout the military hierarchy.
"Your Excellency Wencheng."
"Well, you guys stay here and don't worry about what's going on inside."
"yes."
The two guards felt a little confused. This was their duty and there was no need to emphasize it.
But it doesn’t matter. After all, he is the general. It’s good enough that he can say a word to me.
The two men returned to their positions on both sides, and Wencheng reached out and pressed the door of the auditorium.
The seemingly heavy door was still extremely sensitive with the help of machinery and manual maintenance. Although Wencheng was like a dwarf in front of it, he still struggled to push open the door in front of him.
The sunlight shone from behind him and illuminated the entire middle staircase of the auditorium. The people in the seats turned around and looked behind them while shielding their eyes from the sunlight with their hands.
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The manuscript for a New Year's speech is actually not that easy to write.
The members of the parliament unanimously rejected the content submitted by their subordinates several times without informing each other, and only then did they have a basic understanding of this fact.
This kind of thing is simple to say, but actually writing it requires balancing the proportions of the two parts.
One part is the vision for the future, which is the chicken soup type of content; the other part is practical measures, which is the promise they make as the top level to the people below.
If the proportion of the first part is too large, people will obviously have symptoms of chicken soup intolerance, which is manifested as unexplained nausea.
But if the proportion of the latter is too large, it would seem as if this group of people were reporting the plans in their minds to those ignorant civilians, and there would always be a strange sense of humiliation.
Fortunately, in the end, all the congressmen cleverly designed the content of their speeches and balanced the two parts perfectly.
So just when Congressman Sharma and Congressman Bordeaux jointly announced that they would increase the proportion of investment in underground pastures and farms in the new year, produce more vegetables and meat, reduce people's purchasing costs, and allow everyone to eat real vegetables and meat at least once a month, they saw a figure that shouldn't be here.
It’s not that Wencheng couldn’t watch the speech from the audience. His seat in the first row was still empty.
But the unwritten rule of Hope City is that you either come or don’t come to such a big event. Otherwise, it is not a good thing to embarrass yourself in front of so many people and the live broadcast.
Facing the gazes of the congressmen, Wen Cheng slowly walked down the stairs of the auditorium and came to the seat in front of the first row.
Under everyone's gaze, he shouted loudly:
"Mr. Speaker, I have clues to a major case to report to you!"
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