If you become a monster, you will succeed

It was another early morning, in a room where the sun was squeezed by the solar equipment on the upper floor and the temperature was low, a row of people in formal suits sat in front of the seats at the door.

These people are male and female, with different ages and skin colors. Although the main body is in formal clothes, many differences can be seen in some details.

Some use pure gold tie clips and pins to highlight their value, some use non-chemical fiber fabrics, and some deliberately wear men’s and women’s or women’s men’s styles. At first glance, they were all demons and ghosts.

As time passed by, one by one's names came out from the room ahead, and the person whose name was called got up immediately, while at the same time, the people who had entered before slowly walked out.

Although a rotation can be completed every few tens of seconds, the number of people waiting in front of the bench did not mean to decrease at all. Instead, as time went by, there were more and more people waiting.

"George, is Mr. George Augustus there?"

"I'm here." A middle-aged man with light brown short-to-medium hair, who looked like he was in his early forties, with a mustache and no prosthetic body transformation, stood up from his seat.

He was wearing a decent suit, and everything looked quite ordinary, except for the tie with the scales and skull printed on it, which was a little dazzling.

He tightened his tie, walked into the room with a gentle smile, and came to a desk led by the staff who called his name just now.

As the man in the seat got up and left, before he could sit down, the staff member stretched out his hand and said:

"Application report."

"Here." George Augustus took out a USB flash drive and handed it to the other party, and the staff skillfully inserted it into the interface on the side. As the scanning program started, a red light was emitted from the device in front of her, in the George Augustus scanned back and forth until the green light came on, indicating that the qualifications were correct, before he turned his attention to the content displayed on the screen.

It was only at the moment when his eyes met the words that his pupils visibly trembled, then he frowned, looked up at George and said:

"Mr. Augustus, are you sure you want to use this as your campaign slogan?"

"Of course." George Augustus nodded calmly, and the staff member didn't say anything more, just archived and stamped it, entered it into the review procedure, and then said:

"Okay, this is your unlimited account. Now you can use this account to publish election-related content on any public platform. Of course, all this is only valid during the election. If you violate the rules and you If you don’t get elected, you will be held accountable after the election.”

"I see." George Augustus took the USB flash drive, turned around and left the office. Although he was a bit slanderous about still using this office model in 2077, just think about the institutions on the earth that use decades-old equipment. It's not incomprehensible.

After all, ancient itself means that it has passed the test of time.

...

The mayor of Asgard City is determined through popular elections, but this position itself does not have much power, just like the Victorian Prime Minister, even if he came to power, he would be at the mercy of the entire civil service system most of the time. In a cyberpunk city, the so-called mayoral election is also a business.

As long as they have "identity" in this city, no matter who they are, they are eligible to apply for the election, and as long as the election is not over, they can still sign up even if it is the day before voting.

Candidates need to file their campaign slogans first, and then send them to the notary system for archiving and notarization. After that, they can use their real-name accounts to publish their campaign speeches in various media, and of course, they can also publish other things .

It is worth mentioning that as long as you participate in the election, this account has the highest right to freedom of speech before the voting period, and no matter what you post, it will not be limited, blocked, controlled or blocked.

Even a female mayor who was elected 16 years ago was elected by posting a video of herself selling tea.

In a sense, this is not so much a campaign for mayor as it is a national idol talent show with campaign attributes, and the videos and speeches released by these candidates, and even the private revenge and assassination caused by the speeches , are the highlights of this show.

Capital will not mind the participation of the poor or even gangsters, even if they are "clowns" who provide entertainment.

As for spraying major companies... just kidding, which company is not sprayed, as long as it can make money, it doesn't matter if you spray every day!

And Mr. George Augustus, as a candidate, his campaign slogan is——

"Reject false propaganda, combat feudal superstition, resist entertainment to death, and return to the pastoral era!"

...

"Everyone, don't you think our world has gone astray? In order to sell plastic wrap and visual aids, even ghosts can be produced. If the bullets are unsalable in the future, will we still take the initiative to start a war? Wake up Right! This world doesn't need so many falsehoods..."

"Boss, this gentleman is really not afraid of death, he dares to say such things!" Mobike Gang, the younger brother watched the campaign speech in the video, and couldn't help wiping off the leaking engine oil, the boss rolled his eyes road:

"What can't you say? Did he name the names? Think again, who are the people he scolded?"

"He scolded Constantine, Ziguang, Dole..."

"Idiot!" The boss quickly threw a punch, forcibly interrupting the younger brother's death, and then stared and said:

"When did he scold these companies? He scolded feudal superstition and false propaganda! Well, there are also anchors and spectators who are entertaining to death."

"Is there a difference?" The younger brother got up and muttered in a low voice while rubbing his sunken armor plate, but the boss sighed. Going in, he still opened his mouth and said:

"Think about it again, in fact, everyone scolded by him is himself!"

"That's right! The anchor who entertains to death, the ghost catcher who makes false propaganda, and the one who sells fake products..." The younger brother broke his fingers and said speechlessly:

"This gentleman spent money to buy status just to quarrel with himself for fun?"

"That's right! But the fight is so noisy, he's making money!" The boss silently calculated the turnover he had earned from investing in the trend recently, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion, but at the same time, he shook his head and said:

"The problem now is that this gentleman will definitely be assassinated. You go and prepare some manpower. Maybe he will hire bodyguards later."

"Eh? Didn't you say that he scolded himself? Why did he still get assassinated? You can't just kill yourself, right?" The younger brother didn't turn his head, and the boss could only sigh:

"Even if he doesn't kill himself, those colleagues who follow suit don't know! Also, even if there is no conflict of interest, candidates will be assassinated for the sake of ratings, understand?!"

While flipping through the comments, I suddenly discovered that a book friend traveled a distance of 2,400 kilometers (at least) in 50 seconds, and teleported from northern Xinjiang to Guangdong...starting at 48,000 kilometers per second...with a low somersault The cloud belongs to yes.

There is no other meaning in saying this, I just want to ask: Boss, do you accept apprentices?