Therefore, the leadership of the Federation did not conceal the progress of the civil war in the Imperium of True Human Beings.
The news that "Vulture Li Yao, a legend of the federation" suppressed Blackstar the Great, the ancestor of the Immortal Cultivators, on his own and shouldered the banner of reform on his own were all disseminated by the propaganda machine at full power.
Since the situation was so good, it was only reasonable to send reinforcements to support Li Yao. It was hard to say what would happen in other places, but at least in this place — Li Yao's hometown, Floating Spear City — the people were already excited.
Meng Xiaolang glanced around casually. The streets and alleys were filled with fanaticism and support for the expedition.
On one of the streets that he just passed, there was a gathering of the veterans, where gongs, drums, and firecrackers were echoing. Then, he passed another alley, where some juvenile high school students were talking. On the glass walls of the skyscrapers, nine out of ten advertisements were related to the miracle that Li Yao created at the center of the cosmos. The details of the battle between Li Yao and Wuying Qi were not sent back from the center of the cosmos, which gave the merchants and the media infinite room for imagination. Everybody was deducing how exactly Li Yao defeated Wuying Qi. After repetitive exaggerations, the battle had basically been upgraded to an enhanced version of the battle between the Supreme Emperor and the Blood God ten thousand years ago.
Looking at the magnificent image of Li Yao, the God of War of the Federation, the Father of the Federation, and the Miracle of the Federation, Meng Xiaolang smiled, as if he were hiding a little secret that only he knew.
"Brother, big brother!"
A few high school students noticed him, but they could not tell the difference between him and a soldier. They surrounded him and asked naturally, "Are we going to march to the center of the cosmos? We're going to win, aren't we? We're going to crush the big bad guys of the Imperium, aren't we? Just like when we fought the Black Wind Fleet! "
Naturally, Meng Xiaolang knew that even if the Federation did launch an expedition, they might not necessarily be fighting the big bad guys of the Imperium. It was also possible that they would ally with the big bad guys of the Imperium to fight the big bad guys of the Kurfürsten and the super bad guys of the Holy League!
However, even his buddies in the military academy might not be able to explain these complicated political issues clearly, let alone these hot-blooded little fellows!
Meng Xiaolang could only nod and wave his fist. "Of course, the Union Army is invincible!"
This was what Meng Xiaolang, as well as most of his classmates, thought.
The Black Wind Fleet was already one of the toughest fleets in the Imperium of True Human Beings, but it had been crushed by the Federation.
Even though there were enemies more powerful than the Black Wind Fleet, the Federation today had made great progress compared to a few years ago, especially … the Kunlun Fleet …
When he thought of the words' Kunlun Fleet ', Meng Xiaolang's eyes and heart were burning.
He got rid of the high school students and quickened his pace. He turned into an old residential area with great familiarity.
The gray, old residential area was out of place with the splendid skyscrapers around it. There had been plans to renovate and even rebuild it, but most of the people who lived here were disabled veterans. They had been used to the grass and trees around them for decades and were unwilling to move. So, they had stayed here all the time.
In a corner of the old residential area, an inconspicuous barber shop was hidden. There was no sign, only half of the door. A tricolor lamp that had stopped working a long time ago was hanging on the door. Next to the lamp, two lines of words were written crookedly. "Twenty shaves. Half price for veterans."
It was the kind of old-fashioned barber shop that could almost be called a 'barber shop'.
There were all kinds of fancy, gimmicky "beauty centers" and "image design clubs" that could change one's face after getting a haircut. Even in the Federation a hundred years ago, it was barely possible to find such a … plain barber shop.
The small shop seemed to have been sealed in the amber of time. It had been directly transmigrated from a thousand years ago. It was full of antique and stubbornness.
The customers who often patronized this dusty little shop were the residents of this old residential area, the disabled veterans.
For some reason, the decoration of the shop and the skills of the owner of the shop were very suitable for the veterans. The veterans all said that not only was the price fair, but the master's skills were also extraordinary. There were also a lot of unique skills such as' Red Phoenix Ear Picking ', which was a good thing that had been lost for hundreds of years. It was impossible to find it anywhere except here. Even the biggest' Tidal Image Design Center 'in Floating Spear City could not be found.
There were also people who said with certainty that the boss of the 'Tidal Image Design Center' was willing to hire the master here with a high salary to come back and preside over the overall situation. He even waited at the door for three days and three nights, but the master here did not pay attention to him. There was really nothing to say about that arrogance!
In this way, one spread to ten, and ten spread to a hundred. This nameless barber shop had become a place that many of Floating Spear City's veterans would come to every three to five days. Not only the nearby residents, even the veterans living in the new development zone liked to come here without any complaints. Even if they did not get a haircut, they would just pick their ears, massage their heads, and talk a few words with a group of old brothers. Their hearts were happy.
Meng Xiaolang walked to the door of the nameless barbershop, stood on his tiptoes, and looked in through the window. Fortunately, there were not many people today. Only one customer was lying on the barber's chair, comfortably enjoying the ear picking skill of the owner of the barbershop, who was also the only master in the shop.
This barber was not tall, his hair was white, and he was already old. However, there were not many wrinkles on his face, and his expression was very focused. His pair of hawk-like eyes reminded Meng Xiaolang of the snipers in the military academy. His hands were motionless, and even when he was holding a scalpel, he was not careless. If he replaced his starched white gown with a straight white coat, he would be a living example of a Divine Surgeon!
This surgeon-like barber was Meng Xiaolang's grandfather, named 'Meng Jiang'.
Meng Xiaolang was the closest to his grandfather since he was young, and he liked to watch his grandfather play with the razor the most. When he did not even know how to speak, he would often stare blankly at his grandfather's white blade dancing above the heads of the customers. He would watch for the whole day.
Meng Xiaolang would often boast to his classmates in the military academy that his incomparably exquisite blade skills were all learned from his grandfather when he was young. It was an authentic family tradition.
"Grandfather!"
Meng Xiaolang knew that his grandfather hated to be disturbed when he was working. His grandfather often said that when he picked up the razor, it was like a painter picking up a brush. He had to finish it in one go. Therefore, he leaned against the window and patiently waited until the customer was satisfied and left. Only then did he throw away his military backpack and throw himself into his grandfather's arms.
"Xiaolang, why did you come back?"
Meng Jiang's face lit up with a smile. He pinched his grandson and looked at him again and again. "You're taller, darker, and stronger. Good, good, good. However, you're not old, you're not old. Why did you come back? Were you kicked out of the military academy?"
"What are you talking about?"
Meng Xiaolang sniffed. There was no telling when he stole the razor from Meng Jiang's hand. He played with the razor so beautifully that the razor flowed between his fingers like mercury. "Even if you don't believe me, you have to believe in your excellent genes, alright? It is not an exaggeration to say that only your grandson has the right to choose the fleets. How can someone kick me out of the academy? I asked for leave and came back openly. The moment I got out of the station, I came straight to you, Grandfather! "
"Huh. You're acting suspiciously. Something is wrong."
Meng Jiang's smile was even more intense. "What? You haven't even met your parents yet, and you've come to meet your grandfather first?"
"Of course. You are my eternal idol. How can I not meet you first? Come, let me have a taste. This is a can of 'sand bamboo shoot jelly' that my dorm mate, Er Zhuang, brought back from the Water Crystal Sector. He said that it is a special product of the desert of the Water Crystal Sector and that it is the freshest. I only managed to get one can after fighting with these animals. I didn't even leave any for my dad, so I'm giving it to you! "
Meng Xiaolang held the can with both hands. He paused for a moment and observed his expression. Then, he said cautiously, "Well, besides, I still want to go home with you and meet my parents …"
Meng Jiang was enjoying his grandson's filial piety at first, but when he heard his grandson mention his son, his old face immediately darkened. The spots on his face gathered like dark clouds. "Why did you mention him out of the blue? That guy's soul is all about money. The last time he came here, I beat him up. You want me to meet him? In your dreams! "
"Sigh —"
Meng Xiaolang was dumbfounded, but since he had already said it, he could only continue. "D-Don't be angry, Grandfather. What did my dad do to piss you off again?"
"What did he do?"
Meng Jiang said angrily, "Is it not enough for him to do such a stupid thing? Tell me. Come on, tell me. You be the judge. I entrusted the foundation that I worked so hard for my entire life, the enormous' Tidal Image Design Center ', to him, fully thinking that he could carry forward my life's work. But what did this son of a bitch do? He dismissed all the old buddies who had been with me for my entire life and came up with a design that was' unmanned and fully automatic '. The customers would come in and be locked in the' styling cabin 'that he fiddled with. Pa, pa, pa. Whatever shape they wanted would be completed in an instant. The entire process was controlled by a crystal processor and completed with hundreds of artificial limbs. There was no need for manual labor at all.
"No need for manual labor. Listen, this is the feature of our 'Tidal Image Design Center'. Does the haircut that is designed in such a way have a soul? Does it have a life? Does it have — a 'belief'? Just like that, he dares to double the price compared to before. What is he if not for money? "
"Yes, yes, yes."
Meng Xiaolang could only nod his head. "I think so, too. Well, what my dad is doing right now has no soul, no life, no … belief. It is purely for money."
"There is something even more outrageous. The so-called 'Freewill Sticker'. As long as you stick it on your forehead and connect it to your portable crystal processor, you will be able to change any shape you want with a thought. Your hair can be red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple at will, but it is not real. It is just a 3D phantom. It is an illusion! I hated such things the most in the past. Your dad did not refuse them, either. He became their … 'strategic partner' and strongly promoted them in all the direct-sale stores, chain stores, and franchise stores under the 'Tidal Banner'. "
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