Zhong Yan was a little dazed.
A very simple question, but he couldn't answer it. How is Adrian? He once wanted to ask someone, but there was no one to ask. He could only collect all the news about the Na'vi star region secretly, trying to guess everything about that person from behind those words and images. Later, Adrian's position became higher and higher, and finally when all the news related to Na'vi couldn't avoid him, the news about the Na'vi star area became less and less.
When they finally met face to face, he was too busy dealing with Adrian's anger, arguing with Adrian about who would pay the fine for refusing to marry, but forgot to ask the question.
"...I don't know." Zhong Yan heard himself say, "Sorry."
Farrar looked disappointed, but he said, "It's okay, I was rude."
The two were awkwardly silent for a while.
Since Zhong Yan graduated, Farrar has paid close attention to this young man. Not only because he is the fresh blood of the Supreme Council, but more importantly because of his relationship with Adrian. It's a pity that he soon discovered with everyone that this usually tactful young man had only one unskilled response to all Adrian-related questions, and that was silence.
In private, Farley met Zhong Yan several times. For some reason, Zhong Yan's attitude towards him was much gentler in private than in public, but he never mentioned anything after graduation.
Later, Zhong Yan and the Yate family were tied together, and Fale never looked for him again, but today, it seems that Zhong Yan has no respect for the Yate family.
This made Farrer regain some confidence in him, and he couldn't help but say a few more words: "Rejecting 'Die''s proposal during the rising period of his career will indeed affect his career."
Zhong Yan looked at him.
"But your situation is special. After all, Adrian is... If you refuse, it is understandable, and you may not be the same as me."
Zhong Yan knew very well that Farrar's words were not all for him, but more to help Adrian. He had no offspring, and he always regarded Adrian as his own child.
"Thank you." Zhong Yan whispered, "I will consider it."
Farrar nodded, "It's almost time, we should go."
Zhong Yan returned to the outer ring on the eighth floor, and Bayer waited for him with a serious face.
This round table meeting chaired by Zhong Yan was about to begin, and Bayer had no time to teach him the self-assertion just now, so he could only stand with a gloomy face.
Zhong Yan didn't care whether he was happy or not at all, he reopened the settings of the terminal and put his finger on the cancel button.
It is true that you can reset it after you come out, but... that would not be set by Adrian himself.
Zhong Yan took off the terminal on his wrist and gave it to Bayer: "Take it, I won't put it on."
It is true that some congressmen are used to not bringing the terminal into major meetings, and to exclude all influencing factors for themselves. Zhong Yan didn't have this habit, but this was his first time hosting a meeting of the highest standard, maybe he was nervous. Bayer didn't think too much, accepted it and said, "Go in quickly."
The center of the eighth floor is a circular hall with a hollow circular table in the center, and twelve high-backed velvet chairs are evenly placed on the outer circle.
The ring is very large, and the distance between each two people is very far, which is not convenient for one-on-one communication, so even if more than half of the people have arrived, the conference room is very quiet.
Zhong Yan sat down in his seat. Although there is no rule, everyone sits in a fixed position by convention. For example, Farrer is on Zhong Yan's right, and Bud Payson is diagonally opposite him. Among the twelve members of the Senate a few years ago, there was old Art's forces who could fight against him. Now Staben has retired. , he is now the real "one" person in the entire Federation.
It's ironic to say that the spiritual core of the round table meeting inherited from ancient times is that there is no distinction between primary and secondary seats, and all attendees are equal. However, today, a big hole is opened in the middle of the round table of this "round table" meeting for...
"Everyone is here." Bud said, "Everyone, please stand up."
Everyone stood up. In the vast federation, the twelve people who stood at the pinnacle of human power are now standing respectfully facing the same direction with their heads bowed.
With the circle in the middle of the ring and the circular projection device on the ceiling as the upper and lower bases, a translucent column lights up in the meeting room, and the colorful and gorgeous colors slowly flow in the bright column, hazy and sacred.
This is projected down from the ninth layer, from the tentacles of the 'butterfly'.
According to the archives, more than 200 years ago, when the development of the first generation of artificial intelligence was nearing completion, scientists considered giving artificial intelligence a concrete image, but they finally gave up on this decision. Because the first generation of artificial intelligence was immature and its personality shaping was not perfect, the artificial intelligence code-named "Cocoon" only took over things such as technology, data, and objective fact judgment after it was put into use.
After a hundred years of development, with the help of artificial intelligence itself being continuously updated, the research of artificial intelligence has achieved technical breakthroughs, and the second generation of artificial intelligence has been endowed with a complete and perfect personality.
He is always tolerant, always compassionate, absolutely fair, absolutely pure, loveless and hateless, powerful and knowledgeable.
Rather than artificial intelligence, it is better to say that humans have created a... god for themselves.
But, can humans really create gods
After a brief greeting, everyone took their seats, and Zhong Yan was still standing.
"My colleagues, everyone's time is precious, so I won't say the opening remarks." He said, "The issue of the Na'vi star area has been deadlocked for two years. I believe you have read my proposal. Before we start discussing the operability Before I do, I would like to add that - I think the best person to go to Naville is myself."
Intron was a little distracted. Fortunately, he is not the only absent-minded person in the office area, so he will not appear so abrupt.
The eighth floor, which is rarely used, is in a meeting. Others in Zhong Yan's personal office area are very concerned about whether the meeting goes well, because this is the first time their immediate boss has presided over a meeting since he became a non-voting member.
Compared with whether his immediate boss can make a big splash and stabilize his position so that he can lead them to heaven, Intelun cares more about the outcome of the meeting.
So when Zhong Yan and Bayer returned to the office area, everyone was very nervous, but Bayer had a coffin face all day long, and Zhong Yan was a person who couldn't show his emotions, and the expressions of the two of them couldn't see anything for a while.
"Everyone put aside the work in hand first." Zhong Yan said.
In fact, his words were superfluous. As soon as he entered the door, everyone stopped.
"The bill has been passed. A week later, I will set off for the Na'vi sector as a special commissioner."
Intron cheered and applauded along with his colleagues, celebrating the passage of the second major bill in Zhong Yan's career as a councilor - the first was the Interstellar Giant Rabbit Hunting Law - but his heart sank.
Zhong Yan said: "Everyone has worked hard. By the time I'm here, it's getting late today. Let's all go home."
People in the office area were packing up their things talking and laughing, and Bayer also said goodbye to Zhong Yan. Intelun was reluctantly echoing his colleagues and saying "Great", when Zhong Yan said again: "My morning coffee The cup seems to have not been washed, who of you... Intelun, go and wash it for me before leaving, I still need it tomorrow morning."
The colleague gave Intren a sympathetic look, speeded up and packed up his things and slipped away.
I have to ask others to wash the cups. Is this really a civilian background
Intron resigned himself to leaving the half-cleared table, went to the coffee room with dissatisfaction, and was taken aback after seeing the teacup holder in the room.
When he returned to the office area, the entire office area was gone in just such a short time. On the side of the office area, the door leading to Zhong Yan's private office opened, and Zhong Yan walked out.
Seeing that Intelun was there, he asked casually, "Is it finished washing so soon?"
"Mr. Zhong, your cup has been washed..."
"Really." Zhong Yan said indifferently, "That's my memory."
Isn't this tormenting people? Intron rolled his eyes.
Zhong Yan looked at the empty desk of the first assistant, frowned and asked, "Has Bayer left already?"
"Yes, I got off work with everyone just now."
Zhong Yan said: "I've just finished writing the minutes of the meeting, and I'm going to ask him to file the minutes before leaving. Let's wait until tomorrow."
Intron's heartbeat was speeding up. He stabilized his tone and said, "Sir, it's better to file the records on the same day... I can help you."
Intron felt that he had never felt so hard at the red light.
To be honest, he didn't care about the fine for running a red light, but he was worried that Zhong Yan would notice that he was abnormal—just after filing the record, he drove all the way home.
Even if he had a superb memory, it would still be a bit difficult for him to memorize such a long meeting minutes in such a short period of time. Fortunately, it was something logical and coherent, and he would not forget it for a while.
When he finally got back to his home, he didn't even have time to change his shoes, so he grabbed a pen and paper and locked himself in the bathroom.
After supper that day, the doorbell rang at the gate of Intron's house.
"Hello, sir! Can I delay you for two minutes?" Outside the door were two girls with sweet smiles, one was holding a few books made of real paper, the other was holding a box with colorful brochure.
"We are paper book promotion volunteers." The brochure girl took out a brochure and handed it over, which was actually made of real paper. "The purpose of our organization is to promote the beauty of physical reading and let people..."
Intron said impatiently: "What the hell, have you registered with any organization? It's endless? What's the age of this, and there are door-to-door salesmen! There was a wave last week, go and go, Don't keep me from playing games."
He said he was about to close the door, but the girl hurriedly blocked the door and said, "Sir, don't worry, we are not a profit-making organization, but a non-profit organization! Then did you accept our book donation last week? Would you like to read it first?" Check out our brochure...”
"What brochure are you looking at? I was stuffed with one last time!" Intron interrupted, grabbing a thin brochure on his shoe cabinet, the cover was exactly the same as the one in the girl's hand, "Keep it for yourself Bar!"
He threw the brochure into the girl's box and closed the door.
The girl shook her head and said to her companion, "You have a bad temper. Let's go to the next one."
They randomly visited a lot of houses that night, and most of them were not interested, but it was not in vain. A young man in a herbarium store left a brochure and said he would read it.
The contents of those pages written by Intelun turned into layers of encrypted data, which were then deciphered and transcribed, transmitted by human flesh, and then encrypted and digitized. After several twists and turns, finally three days later, it appeared verbatim In the distant Na'vi star area, on the desk of the supreme commander of the military department.