In a certain bar on a certain New Year's day in a certain year, the two of them used to hold spirits, facing the back of the man wearing a windbreaker walking down the gangway of the old-fashioned transport plane on the light screen, and said softly in the crowd of carnivals: "Respect... our president."
Today on the sofa in Wangdu apartment, Xu Le and Shi Qinghai looked at each other, took the water on the table and drank it, fell into a brief silence, did not speak, they knew what each other was thinking, they used to laugh as their own President, can you trust me
"Calm down." Shi Qinghai put the water glass on the table and said, breaking the silence.
Xu Le nodded. Although they were not raised by political conspiracies, they had seen too many lives and deaths on the battlefield. Naturally, they would not be the kind of hotheads who would be able to invest their entire wealth in the casino. A random young man who seems to be loyal and loyal.
"But it's not about Medellin after all." He frowned and stared at the materials on the table, and said, "I said just now that this is a big problem within the federation, and we need help."
"Mr. President should be trustworthy, and don't forget, he has always admired you." He raised his head, looked at Shi Qinghai and said with a smile, "Not many people dare to appreciate you."
"But we are never grateful for someone's appreciation." Shi Qinghai replied with a smile: "Or, we don't need anyone's appreciation."
Xu Le stood up and walked into the bedroom to check the workbench in the black box. The voice came from behind the door, with some echoes, very serious: "Don't forget what I said earlier."
There was a light beep, and there was a light blue light. Xu Leping stretched out his hands to accept the strict security check, waiting for the permission to monitor the network to be confirmed. He has been to this building that represents the highest authority in the Federation many times. He has long lost the initial excitement and the trace of confusion. He is calm and even a little numb, and he can have extra energy to let his eyes penetrate the glass and look outside the official residence. Non-stop flying snowflakes.
After completing the security check, he was taken to the Oval Office by Secret Service security personnel, but just as he stepped on the precious blanket on the side corridor of the office, the ancient door in front was pushed open, and more than a dozen senior federal government officials. The officials surrounded the dark-skinned Mr. President in the middle and walked quickly to the other end of the corridor. While walking, the officials kept reporting. The President's footsteps did not stop at all, and he nodded lightly from time to time to express his agreement.
Xu Le looked there puzzled. If Mr. President has something to deal with, when will he see himself? Does he have to wait in the presidential residence for a day
At this moment, President Pabble suddenly stopped and asked Director Brin something in a deep voice. Then he turned his head suddenly, stared at Xu Le at the other end of the corridor, and said loudly, "Follow up."
Following Mr. President's gaze and his order, the interior of the mansion, which was as busy as a vegetable market, suddenly became silent. All the staff of the mansion looked towards the corner of the wall where Xu Le was. When they saw that the officer was Xu Le, his face A look of understanding appeared.
Xu Le was a little surprised, and quickly walked over with the black worktable, and the staff surrounding President Pabble immediately made way.
When he got close, Mr. Piansheng didn't give him any instructions, not even a chatter. He led the crowd to the outside of the mansion, leaving only one simple word: "Go!"
"Where to?" Xu Le looked at Mr. President's shoulder and murmured subconsciously.
"Parliament Hill." Director Brin said blankly beside him.
In the morning, there was a lively custody lawsuit, and then I reunited with Mr. Shi, drank a few bottles of spirits, and gathered in one place, gnashing his teeth like a tabloid reporter, vowing to pick out the dignitaries of federal bigwigs from the dung heap. , and then he was summoned to the presidential residence by a phone call, and started carrying a heavy black suitcase, followed Mr. President to many places, met many people, and Xu Le, who still had the influence of alcohol in his brain, couldn't react for a while. Years later, he still remembered the hustle and bustle of silence and confusion that day in the late winter of the 71st year of the constitutional calendar.
For a full seven hours, Xu Le accompanied President Pabble to participate in the closed-door quarrel of the Parliament Hill Military Budget Committee, participated in two afternoon teas that could not be refused, and had rich riches with the corporate members of the Four-State Foundation of the Mountains. Effective, but never got a specific amount of talk, and attended a dinner party sponsored by the Veterans Association. At the meeting, Mr. President delivered a warm speech, expressing full appreciation for the performance of the federal troops on the front line of the Empire. With confidence, at night, Mr. President entered the Ministry of Defense building and began to listen to the latest battle situation report from the military...
During the whole process, Xu Le had been standing less than two meters away from Mr. President, taking the position of the security staff of the Secret Service. He squinted vigilantly and looked at the coquettish smiles around him, enthusiastic people, with a scheming expression on his face. The senators stood up and cheered enthusiastically.
Parliament Hill, Liufengpo Clubhouse, Xishan Hotel, Ministry of Defense Building, the motorcade hurried to and fro. Wherever President Pabble went, everyone stood up and bowed their heads in greeting, and many people also noticed Xu Le behind Mr. President, Inadvertently, there were countless smiles, and people who noticed this had infinite doubts in their hearts, and did not understand why Mr. President brought Colonel Xu Le to these occasions.
There are so many scenes, so many distances, so much that even Xu Le felt a little pantothenic acid in his ankles, the straight colonel's uniform began to get wet, and the expressionless facial muscles began to stiff...
Seeing Mr. President who was still full of energy in front of him, shook hands with every federal officer very powerfully, and still spoke loudly and loudly, Xu Le couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion. Keep a bright smile all day long
Standing in the most secret war hall of the Ministry of National Defense, standing behind Mr. President, Xu Le put his hands behind him, and his standing posture was extremely standard. He ignored the puzzled eyes of the officers behind the glass door, and his eyes narrowed slightly behind the sunglasses. , staring at President Pabble's dark neck and the dazzling strands of white hair.
Time is indeed the most terrifying thing. Back then, the man who won the support of the entire federal people with his personal charm and turned from a small lawyer to the federal president. After entering the presidential residence for several years, he was still a little tired and vicissitudes of life due to busy political affairs and time.
While guessing about the real intention of Mr. President walking around with him, Xu Le noticed the change of Mr. President. He became thinner, so his eyebrows became more sharp and clear. At the same time, Mr. Pabble was a lawyer and a member of parliament. He was the sharpest orator at the time, but now that he has become the president, he has become relatively gentle and calm. Although he is often silent, it gives people a very powerful feeling.
It was almost midnight when we returned to the presidential residence wrapped in snow on the grass.
On the dining table covered with S3 hand-woven gold cloth, there are simply a few servings of food, two bowls of hot pea soup, compared with the amazingly valuable oil paintings on the walls and the luxurious silver dynasty style tableware beside the food, These foods looked very shabby.
President Pabble and Xu Le were sitting at the two ends of the dining table. The two of them were nibbling on the wheat buns with great disgrace, and they drank the pea soup that had been heated for some unknown number of times, so that it had a strange bacon flavor.
The waiter took away the cutlery, and President Pabble said thank you, then patted his chest with satisfaction, took a hot towel and wiped the corners of his eyes with force, and suddenly said, "What do you think?"
The hot white and hot towel covered Mr. President's dark face, and the contrast was very sharp. This sudden question seeped out from under the white hot towel, and it sounded a bit strange.
"I have some thoughts, but I don't know if it's what you want." Xu Le answered honestly, wiping his mouth with a hot towel.
"The current situation is very good, very good." President Pabble put down the hot towel, looked at him from a distance across the dining table, and said calmly: "But in fact, there is always a fine line between good and bad."
"The government needs money now, it needs higher authority, it needs more, wider support, and the troops on the front line need a stable and unshakable rear."
President Pabur's eyes were calm and there was no pressure, but for some reason, Xu Le didn't want to be looked directly at by him, so he subconsciously looked down at the hot towel clenched in his hand, watching the hot mist slowly disperse.
"The government is under a lot of pressure, the military is under a lot of pressure, and I'm under a lot of pressure." President Pabble continued to say slowly: "I don't know when the temporary military budget bill in the parliament will be passed. If the front line can't keep winning, I really doubt this government will go bankrupt if the recycling of X3's resources can't be accelerated."
"It's a joke, of course." Mr. President smiled, showing his bright white teeth, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes showed that the joke was actually exhausting him.
Xu Le held the hot towel tightly, feeling that the temperature was disappearing for a while. After a long silence, he finally said with difficulty: "I understand, but as you said in the election, no choice can The premise is to harm the interests of others.”
President Pabble nodded and said calmly: "I also understand, but I must remind you that the federal judicial process should not be subject to human interference."
"I have never thought about, nor have the ability, to interfere with the federal judicial process." Xu Le raised his head and explained seriously: "I am a stakeholder, and I think Commander Zhong's daughter should have the right to take back what belongs to her. thing."
President Pabble gave him a solemn look, and said solemnly: "But you are not an ordinary person, your words and deeds will affect the views of many people, and even affect the judge's judgment! You are not only loved by the people. Federation heroes, to some extent, represent the will of the marshal, so you must be careful!"
After a moment of silence, Xu Le lowered his head and replied, "Schiller said that heroes also need to eat, pick their teeth, go to the toilet, and have sexual intercourse. This is my civil rights and I will not give up."