Chapter 1089: No Room for Talks (Part 1)

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There is a similar sculpture in the Celtic Square in front of the Klimt Palace of the Monya Empire, but it is a sword---the Celtic holy sword, which symbolizes honor, dignity, and chivalry in the official language... …

However, he never had the opportunity to touch the holy sword in person. The childhood dream of Tang Yan, Tang Lin, and even Tang Yun was to go to Celtic Square and see the proud capital. Many families with superior living conditions even hang photos taken in front of the Celtic Holy Sword in the most eye-catching place in their homes.

When I was a child, I envied those families... But now, the so-called Celtic holy sword, which symbolizes honor, dignity, and chivalry, is actually a butcher knife stained with the blood of countless people, and there are endless grievances wandering around and howling.

After Kerclough I took the stage, he also erected a golden statue of himself in the vestibule of the Klimt Palace behind the Celtic Holy Sword. Casting a shadow, it happened to fall on the palm of the golden statue in the vestibule of the Krem Palace.

Human devil and butcher knife... The Covenant people use this name to satirize something that countless Mongya people are proud of.

Some foreign tourists stood under the tower to take pictures, and he and the distant river became indispensable scenery in many shots.

Walking along the clean stone steps, some people sat on the benches by the river in twos and threes, including couples, sports enthusiasts who stopped to rest after running tired, and hip-hop black faces with headphones intoxicated in the music world.

He can hear the couple's talking and laughing, he can hear the notes leaking from the earphones, and the ups and downs of the waves in the heart of the river...

There are some people around near the crescent flower garden, the sound of the electric piano overwhelms the melody of the guitar, and then is penetrated by the sound of cymbals. A few teenagers aged seventeen or eighteen stood in front of the little flowers, plucking the silk strings intently and ecstatically, singing with their necks raised, sweat dripping from their temples, and their wet shirts clinging to their backs.

The cheerful and powerful singing is like a ship sailing through the boiling waves, flowing in the air and people's hearts. They may not be as good as professional singers, but they have the appeal that professional singers do not have. The dream-chasing heart of young people will always move the aging people. The immature singing voice has a special power that makes people feel hopeful. Looking forward to tomorrow's arrival.

Tang Fang continued to move forward, the wind blowing from the river caressed his face, it was a little wet and cold, but not strong, very gentle.

There are two moons, one big and one small, hanging in the sky. The melancholy brilliance penetrates the flowing clouds, and casts a faint shadow on a metasequoia tree on the river bank. There stands a shy boy with his head lowered the whole time, humming the famous Chinese singer Jason Chou's latest single is just a little out of tune and his voice trembles slightly. From a distance it seemed that the guitar was so heavy that it bent his back.

Behind the boy was a bicycle, and sitting beside him was a girl with ponytails, maybe his girlfriend, who also buried her head in her arms and dared not see anyone, maybe because her boyfriend sang badly and thought It was a bit embarrassing, but she never left, even if passers-by looked at them with weird eyes.

Tang Fang walked to the guitar bag placed at the feet of the shy boy and stood still, took out 50 star coins and put it inside, then said the title of a song and asked him if he could sing it. The young man obviously didn't notice his arrival, flustered and didn't know what to do with himself. He didn't calm down until he repeated the title of the song, and nodded to show that he could sing.

At this time, the girl behind showed her face and looked at him with curious eyes, as if she had a lot of interest in this stranger.

The boy started to sing, although he was still nervous and out of tune, and although he still didn't dare to look directly at passers-by, his eyes had a lot of courage and happiness, not because of the 50 yuan, but because of others' affirmation and encouragement to him.

Tang Fang was the only one who heard from the beginning to the end, and didn't waste the 50 yuan in vain. Of course, those passers-by obviously didn't think so, after all, the boy's singing skills were completely inferior to the band in front of him.

"It's nice to be young." He looked up at the sky and continued walking into the distance.

The girl behind the boy looked at his back, with a puzzled expression on her face, because it was undoubtedly a very awkward thing to hear a twenty-four or five-year-old sigh almost like an old man.

Pretending to be deep? Moaning without illness? She didn't think he was that kind of person.

The singing and drumming were gradually drowned out by the sound of the waves from the river, and then a hoarse voice was heard echoing near the bridge, as hoarse as a traveler short of water in the desert roaring desperately among the yellow sand.

"Why do those businessmen support Adam's government, because they covet the technical reserves cast by Morning Star. Money, everything is for money, they can sell their conscience, they can manipulate the media and officials... people become inseparable from technology, there is no cleaning robot We don't know how to protect the urban environment, we don't know how to produce food with our hands without a bread machine, and without those steel birds in the sky, we would think that we are trapped in a concrete prison. What has technology brought us? Dependence, Without it we can do nothing..."

"We have lost our own power...the power hidden in our body dna that can change the world, we no longer trust each other, we no longer tolerate each other, the distance between hearts is getting farther and farther...they use money and technology Products enslave our bodies and souls, and the gods who once guided mankind left us in disappointment..."

Near the river is a half-person-high stage. A white guy about his age loudly accuses the government and businessmen of crimes. Behind him is a guitarist and a bassist to help accompany them, making those words full of rhythm and power. , not just an empty roar.

Under the stage stood young or old men and women, and someone used a mobile video camera to record the scene in front of them. On the opposite bridge, a few passers-by stopped and lay down on the stone railing to listen carefully to the rebuttals and curses of the young people on the society, the country, the world, and the invisible rules and dogmas.

He didn't know how long he had been shouting here, sometimes he only saw his mouth open but no sound came out. Even if he picked up the thermos bottle next to him to drink water in his free time, it still couldn't alleviate the process of chapped lips.

The people around just listened quietly, and occasionally sent a burst of applause and cheers, but there was never any riot or cursing. The police stood in the shade by the river bank to maintain order, but only to maintain order, and did not go up to disperse those anti-government and anti-technology guys as stumbling blocks hindering social harmony, or throw them into prison. He even nodded slightly when he heard the rhyme, not stingy with his own applause.

This is the Star Alliance. Even though the government has become notorious, Adam Oliver and others are almost ruined, the local government wants to leave the alliance, and the huge political crisis spreads to the whole country, but the people still live smoothly, and they don’t face the loss of the government. Management generates anxiety and is not overly fearful of the conflicts created by those split minds.

Yeah, where does power come from in this land? It came from the shy boy, from the hoarse stranger on the stage, from the interested policeman next to him, and from the pedestrians who stopped and watched on the opposite bridge.

He felt the persistence of young people to their dreams in that band, he saw courage and perseverance in those two shy teenagers, and he heard a unique melody in the aliens.

He saw in Terry Ferdinand an old man with a broad mind and open love, he witnessed the mission and achievements of soldiers in Mie Nakamura, and he saw struggle and innocence in the eyes of Dalton Evelyn regret.

These are the people who make up the Covenant... As long as they live, this nation will never die.

"Thank you for your conspiracy..." He looked up at the hazy moon in the sky, with a smile on his face, "Thank you for the last gift you gave me."

The people passing by glanced at him with strange eyes. A little girl turned her head to look at his face several times, and then looked up at the sky. She saw something and showed a smiling face as sweet as an apple.

Tang Fang didn't continue walking, and all the sadness that had been pent up because of seeing off the old man dissipated. Old Watt's narration at the funeral and the touch brought by different people on the left and right of the river bank are things that battle and conquest can never teach.

When he returned to the hotel, he happened to meet Kylinia and Elena who had returned from shopping. It could be seen that the two of them had a good time. gift box.

Kyrenia didn't ask him why he came from outside, but just asked him casually if he had dinner, and if he didn't, he happened to eat with them in the restaurant. Tang Fang told them that he had already eaten, so he would not join in the fun, and then that little guy Vivi took the opportunity to be a coolie, and with the help of the waiter, he carried the pile of packages back to his room.

Elena bought a lot of things, most of which were local products of the Star Alliance. She wanted to bring them back to the United Kingdom of Turanx and give them to those who have always taken care of her, such as Governor Buffel of Aldia, and Admiral Steinbel was stationed in the Arradelle star system, and these people helped Elena a lot after he left.

After returning to the room and waiting for a while, Elena and Kylenia, who were full, went back upstairs. The girl found a white shirt from among the gifts and handed it to him. She happily said that she likes to wear shirts The man, handsome and energetic, seemed to realize something after saying this, his face blushed suddenly, and hurriedly called Vivi to pick up the packages and run out of Tang Fang's room.

Kylinia didn't leave, but shook her head while watching the girl running away, and said with a smile, "What a shy little girl, fortunately there is Vivi, although her mouth is a bit poisonous."

Tang Fang didn't respond to her emotion, he glanced at the street scene outside the window and said, "Is the matter settled?"

The smile on her face gradually faded, and she became serious. She nodded and said, "It's done. At 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, in meeting room 5 of the Rafael Hotel on the south bank of the Miluo River."

"It's 8 o'clock..." Tang Fang walked to the window, looked at the long gentle river in front of him, and all kinds of ships passing through the river, and waved behind him: "Go and rest, and get ready by the way."

Kyrenia took the shirt that Elena helped him choose, unpacked it and hung it on the hanger next to it, then turned and left, returning to her room.

Tang Fang stood there for a while, turned around and saw the shirt on the hanger that suited his body shape, smiled and shook his head. Even if a little girl like Elena wanted to buy clothes for herself, she might not know the size. Obviously, it was Kylinia who was helping her as a staff member, so she bought such a well-fitting shirt.

People only remember her politician side, serious side, but ignore her feminine side, delicate side.

"It seems... I am much luckier than you." He said looking out the window.

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At 8 a.m. GMT, on the south bank of the Miluo River, the landscape circle of the Rafael Hotel along the river.

The haze of yesterday is gone forever, the sky is full of cotton-like white clouds, sometimes hiding behind tall buildings in the distance, playing hide and seek with distant pedestrians, sometimes mischievously covering the face of Duma 1, making people more Pay attention to another face that just surfaced on the horizon.

Demonstrators once again ushered in front of the Capitol. Of course, before the news of Bitter Ferdinand's death was announced, it was much sparser. People with different opinions sat or stood in different areas, and police officers with communicators were on the street to maintain order.

Tang Fang was sitting in the stadium facing the Miluo River. He couldn't see the smoke and blood confrontation outside the Reinhard Palace and in front of the Capitol, but he knew that it was not peaceful there, even if Terry Ferdinand used his own Death as a price to help Adam Oliver and those who share the responsibility, the government is still facing a serious credit crisis.

After all, no one wants to be betrayed by someone one day, he is like this, and the people of the Star Alliance have the same worry.

"Representatives from the Liberal Party and the Republican Party have arrived." Kyrenia's voice came from behind.

He quickly regained his energy, got up from the sofa, fastened the buttons of his suit, and turned to walk towards the corridor leading to the meeting room

Kyrenia watched him approach, smiled and said when he was close to him, "That's great, I think you look much better in a suit than in a military uniform."

Tang Fang touched the tie on his chest and the white shirt inside: "I still feel more comfortable in military uniform, it's too formal."

She didn't say much, just smiled: "Let's go, I'm afraid that Elena won't be able to handle those old guys alone."

"You underestimate her too much. How could your time in the Xian Government Promotion Committee be wasted?" Despite what he said, he still quickened his pace and walked towards the innermost meeting room No. 5.

Earlier, the management staff of the Raphael Hotel had cleared out all the idlers in the landscape circle where the No. 5 meeting room was located. The entire venue seemed empty, with no security guards and no government agents in sight.

It's not that the people in Adam's government are very confident in the security situation in Greenwich City. You must know that this is a sensitive period. They just don't want to arrange too many people, so as not to make the guests feel threatened and unhappy. (To be continued.)