Chapter 126
"Mr. Ziyi, please, you must attend this meeting!"
The young man tugged at his tie, his face full of impatience.
Although it is not so desolate as to be seen, the atmosphere in the Institute of Supernatural Powers is indeed much more depressing.
As a bridge between the government and people with special abilities, the reputation that the Institute of Special Ability Management had accumulated over the past fifty or sixty years was lost overnight.
The government urgently needs to regain its own power. Although it has put all the blame on the Institute of Superpowers, they cannot give up on it, let alone lose control of it.
Therefore, the current head of the Institute of Ability Management (that is, the highest manager of the Institute of Ability: the director in charge) resigned, and the new head will adopt a "democratic" approach. The government and all sectors of society will first nominate voters, and then distribute ballots. All people with special abilities can go to receive ballots, and then vote anonymously on the election day.
There are special marks of supernatural powers on the ballots, and the number of ballots issued is also recorded, so there seems to be no need to worry about election fraud.
This is the first concession made by the government in many years. In the past, this position was directly appointed by the government.
However...it seems more democratic and scientific, but who knows whether it is a blessing or a curse.
"Mr. Ziyi, please stay!"
The Mediterranean man, who was two heads shorter than the young man and a little fat, was sweating profusely. He was out of breath just trying to keep up with the young man.
I'm in middle age and about to retire, but this kind of thing happens to me.
Ziyi suddenly stopped, and the man almost bumped into him, but he still patted the corner of his suit and said, "Mr. Ziyi, you finally thought it through. This..."
"roll."
The young man's azure eyes suddenly flashed with scarlet murderous intent, scaring the man so much that he took a few steps back and fell to the ground.
The desire to survive was squeezing his throat so much that he couldn't make a sound, and his legs were shaking so much that he almost couldn't hold it in.
Zi Yi Ri De immediately withdrew his gaze, too lazy to look any further. He was not Zi Yi Yue Yi, who liked to play tricks on others and watch their ugly faces when their lives were hanging by a thread.
Thinking of the disgusting existence, the young man immediately showed an expression as if he smelled a stinky odor.
What does the unprecedented crisis faced by the Superpower Institute have to do with him?
He didn't want to attend the so-called reform conference. No matter how it was changed, he still had to take on the dangerous tasks assigned by the superpower.
Because of dealing with the living dead for many years, Zi Yiri's sense of smell is not very sensitive. No matter how long he smells it, he will never get used to the stench of rotting corpses. The deterioration of his sense of smell is actually a blessing.
For a superpower like Zi Yiride's level, his superpower information is naturally stored in encrypted form, and is not within the scope of the superpower information leaked by the superpower.
But he had seen the leaked list, and Xi Siling was on it.
This is what makes Zi Yi so anxious every day.
During the mid-year competition, Zi Yiride finally met Xi Siling. At that time, he went there with the determination to see her even if he died.
Since he was hated by his only 'hope', there was no need for him to continue living.
Fortunately, he misunderstood. Xi Siling did not hate him, and he did not refuse to use his supernatural powers on him.
Xi Siling has his own considerations. He clearly knows that there is no one more gentle than him.
He was too pushy before.
So after the mid-year competition was over, he didn't even take the initiative to go and congratulate Xi Siling.
A large part of the frustration Oue suffered during that period was caused by Zi Yi Ri De.
He had a desire to survive, and his thoughts were simple and humble.
Even if it is not for Xi Siling to have a respected position in the supernatural world in the future, but for him to have a solid backing, he has to continue doing his current "job".
Having escaped death, Zi Yiri would not allow anyone to force Xi Siling to make any choice he did not want.
Thinking of this, the annoyance of being disturbed just now dissipated a lot.
But he couldn't help but think of someone who had developed a strong interest in Xi Siling...
Zi Yi Ri De frowned.
If nothing unexpected happens, Zi Yi Yue Yi will be nominated as the candidate for the main department, and the meeting that the man just asked her to attend was just to build momentum for him.
Thinking of this, the young man's brain, which had been insulted by his brother as being too smooth, suddenly had an idea and seemed to have discovered something.
Zi Yi Ri De turned around and in a few steps caught up with the middle-aged man who was starting to feel uneasy because he had messed up something.
"Time, where is it?"
He has no patience for anyone except his mother and Xi Siling.
The man was overjoyed.
"The day after tomorrow! Next Monday, in the large meeting room on the first floor of the Institute of Supernatural Powers, please, Mr. Ziyi, you must come!"
No matter why Zi Yiri suddenly changed his mind, as long as he can complete the task, everything will be fine!
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There is still a month until the election day. No matter how tight the time is, we have to let the psychics know the identity information of the candidates. This meeting is actually an internal meeting of the Psychics Institute.
The government controls the channels and methods of propaganda, and this election has even been called the "Spring of Democracy in the Supernatural World." However, only high-ranking officials and invited guests can attend internal meetings like this one.
democracy?
How can a controlled democracy not be democracy?
Zhong Huai sat in an inconspicuous corner, and the curve of his mouth looked like a mockery.
Xiong Conghai ignored other people's eyes and thoughts and went straight to sit next to Zhong Huai.
"It's better to stay away from me, Cong Hai."
Zhong Huai's tone was calm, and it was obvious that he was making this suggestion sincerely.
Xiong Conghai sneered, "At worst, just fire me. Whoever wants to be the director of the executive department can be the director."
The man sighed deeply, looking at his former junior and colleague, and couldn't help but think of the past.
At that time, the government wanted to expel him, but all the ministers disagreed. Xiong Conghai was the most radical among them, so the government wanted to expel Xiong Conghai and itself together.
But all the executive officers in the executive department where Xiong Conghai worked, even the cleaning lady at the bottom, disagreed, saying that if Xiong Conghai was fired, they would resign together.
The Institute of Superpowers is divided into only a few departments, and the Executive Department is the one that needs the most people.
With so many sorcerers and without an executive department, it’s hard to say whether the government can survive.
At that time, Zhong Huai could actually have forced himself to stay by relying on his reputation in the Institute of Supernatural Powers, but he was determined to leave.
Now, something has happened at the Institute of Supernatural Powers, and the government has tried every possible means to invite him back to "take charge of the situation."
Everyone in the know knows that it is impossible for the government to allow Zhong Huai to be the head of a department again.
But a well-loved mascot is nice.
"If it will cost me the friendship I have with you, then I will refuse."
Chi Li had no choice but to ask him for help.
The incident with Lin Zhipei last time made Zhong Huai owe Chi Li a favor.
Although he hated the government very much, he was not so heartless as to treat his former friends.
This is why Zhong Huai appears here.
“Who are the candidates?”
"There are so many. All kinds of monsters and demons can come in."
Xiong Conghai wanted to laugh when he thought of some of the people on the election list.
The government did not reject any candidate nominated by the supernatural social organization as it promised, but it was obvious at a glance that some of them were just filling in the numbers, some were trying to fish in troubled waters, and some probably had bad intentions.
I heard that there was a student from the Academy of Supernatural Powers who lost a bet and filled out an election form, and he was actually included in the list.
In the future, I can also write a sentence on my resume saying "I participated in the election for the position of head of the Institute of Supernatural Management" to add glory.
"You know, I only care about the most noteworthy people."
Although he has left the Institute of Supernatural Powers, Zhong Huai is still concerned about its development.
But he knew very well that the Institute of Supernatural Powers had become a 'government's supernatural power management organization', which was far from the 'hope' it once had.
Even he was only blessed by that legend.
A superpower...
Xiong Conghai is much younger than Zhong Huai, although judging from their faces they look like they are of the same generation.
"Chili, I don't need to say more about this. Then it's Ziyi Yueyi, the eldest son of the current head of the Ziyi family."
The first class after jumping over Chi Li was the heavyweight class. Zhong Huai's expression did not change, he just laughed.
“I have heard of it.”
It's not just something he's heard of. The Ziyi family is a heavyweight, and they also have a certain relationship with their most beloved child, Xi Siling.
The family that manipulates emotions is also trapped by their own emotions. It is pitiful, but even more hateful.
In addition to the criticism of Zi Yi's family's personal ethics, they also have a bad reputation in the supernatural world, especially among the old supernatural people like them.
To call the government dogs is like praising them.
Xiong Conghai didn't care what Zhong Huai was thinking and continued with the introduction.
"Then there is the person nominated by the Mutual Aid Association for Superpowers, their president, Nemo."
The Mutual Aid Association for People with Special Powers that Xiong Conghai mentioned is a new organization that was established not long ago.
All of its members are victims or family members of the victims of Oue's invasion of the Institute of Supernatural Powers. The purpose of the organization is to seek justice and compensation for the victims and their families. Now its reputation among the people is very high, so Nemo will become a strong candidate for the leadership of the Institute of Supernatural Powers this time.
"...Heh, it sounds like what everyone wants."
Zhong Huai has never met this person named Nie Mo, so he can only "reserve" his own opinion.
Xiong Conghai spread his hands and made no comment.
"The last person worth noting is very interesting, you would never expect it."
As if it was getting interesting, Zhong Huai sat up a little straighter and looked at Xiong Conghai, "Oh? Who?"
Xiong Conghai still had a solemn expression.
"He claims to be the creator of AlienNet."
Zhong Huai's pupils shrank slightly. This was truly the candidate he had never expected.
Is the creator of Alien Network crazy?
So the man lowered his voice and moved closer.
"How dare he reveal his identity? And dare to wade into this muddy water?"
No one knows how much money Yiwang has made since its establishment. Any information and any resource cannot escape the "fate" of circulating in it. No one knows how many "illegal" things are brewing in it. It is regarded as a thorn in the eyes of all national governments.
The creator of the alien network has appeared, and the old guys in the government will probably wake up laughing in their dreams.
Very good, I didn’t miss the shock in Zhong Huai’s eyes, I made a profit.
Xiong Conghai thought in a depressed manner.
"So he claimed to be one. The government asked us to find a way to confirm his identity. Now he is under close surveillance."
"...What do you think?"
Xiong Conghai lowered his mouth and shook his head.
To put it bluntly, this is the stupidest thing to do.
If it's true, his life is over.
What if it's fake?
Then his life is over.
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