636 Salted Tofu Nao and Sweet Bean Curd

"Chris..." Looking at the empty podium on the TV, Des pinched the remote control with one hand and covered his mouth with the other hand, suppressing the urge to go to the palace to face the saint.

He knew that Chris must be in a very bad mood at this moment, but he didn't have any good ways to comfort this former friend.

Yes, former friends. Back then, he could regard a down-and-out city lord as a close friend.

He was young at the time, and Chris was in his prime. But as time went by, he became more and more afraid to regard the god-like emperor as his friend.

But thinking about it now, it wasn't Chris who had changed, but himself—Des smiled wryly and shook his head slightly. He didn't even turn off the TV, just lying on his back on the soft sofa, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

As the prime minister of the empire, in many cases, is he really selfless and considers issues completely from the perspective of the country?

As Chris's most important partner, did he keep up with Chris as he stepped into the future?

Like Chris said at the end, when Chris looks around, does he stand there, Des, smiling?

These tortures from the soul made Des restless. He felt that what he had done was not good enough, at least compared with His Majesty, what he had done was far from enough!

At the same time, Schumann, who was standing in front of the TV, looked at the proposal for the repair of the training camp rejected by the district council, and loosened the wrinkled puppet prosthesis that had already pinched the draft.

He was very angry just now and was very dissatisfied with the decision made by the district council. He felt that he was born and died as a soldier, but those civilian officials were holding back the soldiers because of a little money.

Yes, he is not a "reformer", but he is indeed a warrior with strong "military" thinking mentioned in His Majesty's speech.

He believes that the war is not over yet, and everything must give way to the military. He is what His Majesty said, those "military troops who are brave and good at fighting and expanding the territory" who look down on civil officials...

A sense of shame and self-reproach welled up in his heart, and Schumann realized at this time that his self-righteous loyalty to the monarch and patriotism in the past had already been abandoned by him.

The country he loves, the great emperor he is loyal to, have actually been wronged time and time again by his self-righteousness,

Deeply hurt.

In a dim room with no curtains drawn, a two-hundred-pound fat man sat in front of the computer, watching the flickering fluorescent screen, and didn't reach for the snacks piled up next to the keyboard for a long time.

The quiet room should have been filled with the dense sound of typing on the keyboard stopped, replaced by a long silence, soundless.

After a long while, the fat man finally stretched out his hand and pressed it on the mouse. He shook his wrist lightly, letting the cursor rest on a shortcut key on the desktop.

With the faint clicking sound of double-clicking, a forum interface appeared in the center of the computer monitor. The fat man in the dark entered his account password, then ignored the number of messages showing 999 in the upper right corner, and opened a new post.

"I read His Majesty's speech, and I think I owe His Majesty an apology." The crackling sound of typing on the keyboard sounded again, and the fat man began to quickly write what he wanted to say.

Lines of content remained on the computer screen, with regret between the lines: "The post I posted about the sweet and salty party before was really boring."

As he was typing, he glanced at the snacks next to the keyboard. Those sweets that looked delicious in the past, but now they look unappetizing.

Forget it, I have to reflect on myself today, so I will just take one bite... He looked away and continued to write in his upcoming post: "People who love sweets can also eat salty food. people become friends..."

When he finished typing the last sentence, he pressed the mouse on the release button, and immediately pressed it without any hesitation.

...

Sitting up from the expensive sofa, Des quickly walked to his desk, he took out a copy from the blank memorial that he had prepared a long time ago, spread it on the table, and wrote a sentence Brief heartfelt words.

He looked at his most playful memorial ever, but there was a sincere smile on his face that had disappeared for a long time.

"Come here, send this memorial to Your Majesty!" He called his secretary and pointed to the unsealed memorial on the table.

When the secretary picked up the memorial, all he could see was a paragraph written on it: "Sorry! I'm slack! But I promise, when you look around, you will see me!"

...

Schumann put down the documents in his hand. He felt that he had to use his actual actions to prove his love for this country and his loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor.

He stood up and walked towards the gate. When he opened the door, he found Speaker Allen standing outside his door with an embarrassed expression, as if he wanted to knock on the door, but hesitated.

"Speaker Allen... why are you here..." Schumann was embarrassed, and then hurriedly stepped aside: "Come in and sit...just right, I have something to tell you."

The old man Alan blushed slightly, and smiled apologetically: "I won't go in, in fact, I don't have the face to go in as a guest... Today I came to apologize, maybe we had some misunderstandings before, but I promise, never From this moment on, I am just a district speaker of the empire..."

"I... I actually did something wrong." Schumann scratched his head embarrassedly, he took another half step back, and made an inviting gesture: "Come in and sit down, no matter what misunderstanding...I think , we are all willing to solve problems for our motherland.”

"You're right! Lieutenant Colonel Schuman." Speaker Allen nodded and walked into Schuman's villa: "As long as we are all loyal to His Majesty, there should be no essential differences between us."

...

In the dimly lit room, Fatty clicked on the latest post, which was a message from a netizen named "Salty tofu brain is king".

"I was the one who got excited before, and I apologize for the scolding... I think what you said is right, we can be good friends whether we eat sweet or salty."

When the fat man was happy, he grabbed another handful of sweets and stuffed them into his mouth, and began to type on the keyboard with his oily fingers: "I'll try the way of eating tofu nao tomorrow. I used to only eat sweet tofu curds." of……"