Life Copy Game

Lina raised her head and was shocked to find He Ao sitting on the sofa in front of her.

She was thinking as she walked and almost bumped into He Ao.

"Um,"

She nodded lightly, wanting to share something with He Ao, but then she remembered that given the age of this book, the other party had read it countless times, and many of her understandings were probably very superficial, so she carefully closed her mouth. , just nodded.

"sit down."

He Ao pointed to the sofa next to him.

Lina sat down carefully, and then she realized that the projection screen in front of her was on, and a man in a silver suit was giving a loud speech.

The speakers in the living room seemed to be specially designed. The sound coming from behind the sofa could only be heard clearly when sitting down. When standing up, the sound was so weak that Lina didn't even notice it just now.

"Christos," He Ao said softly, watching Lina watching the figure on the screen, "the strong candidate for mayor of Morningside City this time, the author of the book in your hand, Joseph Searle, is His running mate.”

"ah?"

Lina was stunned, "I thought the author was a scholar."

"It's a scholar," He Ao replied calmly,

"Joseph Searle is a professor of economics at Morningside University. He graduated with a doctorate from the Federal Business School in Irons, the federal capital. After graduating from the federal capital, he conducted a three-year study tour throughout the federation. The book in your hand The book was published during his study tour."

"Isn't this book published ten years ago?" Lina was a little surprised, "He became a professor just a dozen years after graduating from his Ph.D.?"

In the Federation, professor is a very high professional title, which basically means high moral standing. Most professors are the heads of their departments.

Many people cannot be rated as professors until they are gray-haired and retire.

Lina has gone to university, and she knows very well how difficult it is to be a professor in the university. And this Joseph Searle, who graduated with a doctorate more than ten years ago, has already become a professor when he is only in his forties and under fifty. Well, it can basically be described as outstanding talent.

But thinking about the book in her hand, Lina felt it was reasonable again.

But there was a question that Lina wanted to ask from the beginning. Just as the conversation was about this, she asked softly, "Does this book have any subsequent research results? After all, it has been published for ten years..."

"There is no follow-up to this book,"

He Ao stared at the screen and shook his head slightly, "His author is still conducting further investigation."

——

"A few months ago, when I decided I was going to run for mayor, my running mate Searle asked me, 'What if I lose?', Yeah, what if I lose?"

The lights in the square shone on Christos's cheeks. He straightened his body and stared at the crowd of people in the audience.

"Since I ran for office, I have been assassinated a total of seventy-three times. They planted explosives under my car, put deadly toxins in my coffee, and they tried every possible means outside of the election campaign. , 'solve' a candidate who threatens them."

"I'm sure you've all seen the weird little commercials in which I've had 'unclean' relationships with thirty-two married women and 'seducated' twenty-seven married men. .”

"When they want to pour dirty water on someone, they don't need any evidence. They just need to make up a disgusting 'story' and then spend money to continuously advertise so that everyone can see these 'stories.' ’, making people tired of that person, and their goal is achieved.”

"But why now, why this time, does their dirty little trick work? Why am I still standing here giving a speech? Is it because they are spending less money? Is it because the people who see those ads have changed? Is it missing?"

"No, it's because you standing here will no longer be deceived by them!"

"Among the people standing here, there may be survivors who survived the Nolde Building Aerial Theater a few months ago. You should still remember the hero who saved thousands of people with his life, Roy."

"Before the Sky Theater incident, he asked me a question, 'Who can represent the Federation?'"

"At the beginning, I failed to give him the answer, but now, I want to tell the answer to you standing here."

"Who can represent the federation? Is it the consortium that controls the media mouthpieces, makes all workers hungry, assassinates political opponents, and pours dirty water on the enemy? Is it the consortium that claims to be the controller of the federation?"

"no!"

“Are they those politicians who take the money from the consortium, spend a lot of time and alcohol, never fulfill their campaign promises, and even help the consortium introduce regulations that oppress workers?”

"no!"

"The Federation never belongs to a few people, but to all the people of the Federation. You who stand here are the masters of the Federation!"

"The Federation belongs to you, and so does Chenxi City!"

"I stand here today to make the truth of this world known to the public. The dawn is the dawn of the people, and the Federation is the federation of the people."

"Even if I fail, even if I die before dawn, someone will eventually step over my corpse and move forward. No one can stop the arrival of dawn. No one can stop us. The brilliance of the morning will dispel all the darkness in this world. .”

He raised his hands high and shouted,

"Long live the dawn! Long live the people!"

"Long live the dawn! Long live the people!"

There was a thunderous response in the square.

It seemed like one person's voice was echoing, and it seemed like everyone's voices merged into one voice.

——

He Ao took his eyes away from the TV and sank back into the soft sofa.

Lina's cheeks were abnormally red. She was infected by the emotion of Christos' speech and was a little excited.

He Ao felt his bracelet vibrate. He raised his hand and looked at the bracelet, and a new message popped up.

News from the director of Jie Lang,

[Mr. Wei'an, according to Philip's confession, the person who planted the bomb under your car was a man named Yalid from Chenxi City. Philip assisted him in his actions. He is most likely still in Kaya City. ]

[OK, thanks]

He Ao replied to the message, and his eyes fell back to the screen that was already playing the Christos campaign advertisement, his eyes dark.

——

"Sir, we're here."

The young driver slowly stopped the car and said softly.

Sitting in the back of the car was an old man wearing a heavy windbreaker. He slowly took off his hat from the hat hook next to him and put it on his head. "Wait for me here."

As he spoke, he opened the car door and stepped onto the street.

The cold wind of the night blew the hem of his clothes.

Next to the street is an old tavern. The sign of the tavern is slightly swaying in the wind, and it seems that it has not been repaired for a long time.

The old man walked slowly to the door of the tavern and slowly opened the door.

A waiter immediately came up to him and took him to a small wooden door in the deepest part of the tavern.

He slowly opened the wooden door and hung his coat and hat on the coat rack at the door angrily.

"Why did you call me here at this time? My son is still being interrogated by the FBI, and I still have to find a way to bail him out. You prodigal, why is that old guy Danilo so crazy today?"

The fireplace beside the wall was burning with hot flames, and the warm light of the fire hit the old man's old profile.

Nowadays, people rarely use ancient heating tools such as fireplaces. After all, wood is a treasured item in the barrier city. Being able to use a fireplace often means that the owner has a noble status.

After the old man finished speaking, he realized that the room was unusually quiet.

He turned around in confusion and found that most of the group's directors with slightly larger shares were sitting here, and in the most important seat, where Philip had been, sat a blond middle-aged man.

When the old man saw the young man, the man walked towards the old man with a smile and shook hands with the old man enthusiastically.

"Is it Jamie's father, Mr. Hanna? I'm Jamie's good friend. I'm from the Nord Group and I'm here to help you complete the listing. You can call me,

Yalid. "