Xu Le, who had just replied calmly for less than half a minute, fell into shock again after hearing Huai Cao Shi's explanation, and the words "unbelievable" appeared in his mind-Tai Zhiyuan won the support of the three major industrial unions and the veterans association
This is impossible.
Apart from the geniuses of the Trinity Association in the tavern, the most important reason why Pabble was able to grow from a miner's son with no background to the now powerful federal president is that he had already been in politics before he entered politics. It has won the full support of the three major trade unions and the Veterans Association, and has an extremely broad public opinion base among the people at the bottom of the Federation.
Less than three years after Xu Le left the Federation, he couldn't imagine how Tai Zhiyuan could hold Pabur's most staunch supporter in his own hands. The more troublesome problem is that Tai's source is the prince of Mochou Houshan, and his identity is destined to be far away or even incompatible with those poor workers and angry veterans.
"I know my friend. Since he claims to have the support of the three major unions and the Veterans Association, it must be true, although I don't understand how he does this."
After thinking silently for a moment, Xu Le looked up at Huai Cao Shi and asked about his worries: "But as long as the government tells the people who he is, the support will collapse instantly."
Huai Cao Shi looked at him calmly and said, "Actually, Tai Zhiyuan has long since admitted who he is. As for the people, the method he used to appease or buy the people, even His Majesty, thinks it is unprecedented in history. Big money."
Xu Le looked at her doubtfully, and could not think of what kind of generosity Tai Zhiyuan had made to be able to win in Pabul's best field, and even alarmed the emperor of the empire.
On the southern plain of S2, the star circle of the federal capital, there is a small town called Wustold. Because it is far away from Qinglong Mountain, this small town has not experienced too many baptisms of war and death, and the building still maintains a clean and old appearance.
With the increasing number of retired workers and unemployed young people, the scale of the town is getting bigger and bigger. People who rely on social welfare to live a boring life will release the energy of manipulating heavy machinery in other places, such as bang bang video. Bomb-like iron barrels, such as cheap musical instruments that hoarse like a scream, gradually, this small town has become a gathering place for S2 underground music.
It's summer, and the town is filled with shrill roars and screams. The 170,000 young people attending the Worchow Festival, poor in simple or revealing clothes, are excitedly twisting their bodies and waving Arms, like a sea of weeds spreading around the town. Under the combined effect of alcohol and hormone flavors, the carnival crowd was almost crazy, and some people even tried to tear down the electronic fence in the depths of the grassland, attracting a burst of sirens.
On the somewhat shabby central stage, a few thin men with dark makeup and dark night makeup, holding various musical instruments, shook their heads, waist and hips frantically to the extreme, forcing a screaming sound from the shriveled body, with the drumbeat and The rhythm of the accent device hit the eardrums of more than 100,000 people wave after wave, arousing countless pains and the pleasure brought by pain.
"Fuck you! Pabble!"
"Fuck you! Li Zaidao!"
"Fuck you! Fuck me!"
This is the most famous underground band in the federation. It is called the two pistols. It has always used violent death as a selling point. Because of poor awareness, this underground band has been excluded from the federation official and mainstream media, but it relies on the Internet and rumors. The role is still supported and even madly infatuated by countless young people in the rebellious period. The Woostold Music Festival invited them to perform this time, which naturally made the already crazy enough scene even more crazy.
The band's lead singer hoarsely finished the most violent sentence, the drummer clenched the drum like a soldier's flat-ended gun and did not fall, and the front and back of the stage fell into a deadly loneliness.
Suddenly, the enchanting male vocalist's eyes were rounded like dead fish, he jumped up high, and then fell heavily, his body shriveled and thin due to drugs did not stir up the slightest dust, and his pointed boots squeaked like a mouse. Yell, he held out the microphone to the crowd like a begging little boy, raised his brows like a crappy drama actor, and screamed miserably: "Fuck you..."
After the words "Fuck you" forced out the gray lips, there was no follow-up. There was only silence and stalemate. I don't know if it was two seconds or three seconds. The audience of more than 100,000 people in the audience erupted with strong responses, like a mountain roaring. Like a tsunami, all the patients on the seventh floor of a mental hospital were laughing together.
"Pabble!"
The male lead singer of the Ergun Pao band retracted the microphone nervously, grinned, revealing extremely ugly teeth eroded by drugs, suddenly widened his eyes again, and screamed: "Fuck you!"
Then stop.
It didn't take long, maybe just a moment.
Under the stage, there was an extremely violent response from the grass around the town.
"Li Zaidao!"
Below the interstate highway on the edge of the small town of Worcester, there is a temporary settlement. It looks very ordinary in the ground of a caravan. There are countless cables passing through it. From time to time, there are hairbands. Hand-styled young men and women walked past with their arms around their waists, kissing their mouths, heading to the town to cheer each other on, and no one noticed that there were countless staff busy in the gray carriages by the roadside.
In dark teal uniforms, with a beautiful and delicate badge inserted on the left chest, young, beautiful and enthusiastic female staff members are answering hotline calls from all over the Commonwealth. As the front-line staff of the Silent March Base Camp, they are required not to disappoint any public who expresses their willingness to support, and as for those who do not support... The phone can always be cut off.
In the large carriage in the middle of the temporary settlement, there are far fewer people answering the phone. The call button rings and goes off from time to time. The staff politely and unassumingly responded to the call request of the other party: "Yes, Mr. Senator, thank you very much. your support."
On the grass outside the carriage, a thin young man was smoking, and his clothes and temperament could clearly separate him from all the staff. Five staff members carefully protected him from a distance of several meters. A female secretary walked up to him with an electronic folder and said with uncontrollable excitement, "Mr. Senator, Songtao Resort is willing to undertake the transportation of 4,000 demonstrators."
Tai Zhiyuan turned to look at her and asked calmly, "When will the reporter arrive?"
The female secretary looked hesitant and said, "Those people have no good intentions."
Tai Zhiyuan was silent for a moment, then smiled slightly and said, "Please come over. Although I don't have any good intentions, I have to do the play that I should play."