The current situation seemed to be bright, but who would have thought that there were dark waves flowing underneath. After hearing Mr. President's words, Xu Le fell into silence.
The God of War, Li Pifu, was an anomaly in the political system of the Federation. Even though he had been living in Philadelphia for many years, no one dared to ignore his existence.
In the hearts of hundreds of millions of people, he had an incomparably high status. Although he did not deliberately control the voice of countless subordinates, in fact, he controlled the voice of countless subordinates. If this old man casually said a few words by the lakeside, all the noises in the Federation would disappear.
Even those families who had inherited the imperial court's legacy and had extremely strong influence in the shadows of history had to politely avoid him in these few decades, again and again.
From this point of view, it was natural that Mr. President hoped to get the support of the Lees of Philadelphia through him to complete the Federation's plan to attack the homeland of the Empire.
But for some reason, Xu Le always felt that something was wrong. Maybe it was because Mr. President had said too much at this official residence banquet, but in the end, he had asked for too little.
In fact, in his opinion, Mr. President should be able to find a better middleman to invite the old man from the lakeside of Philadelphia, such as his political partner, Lady Tai, who did not worry about the back of the mountain.
Xu Le looked at Mr. President on the opposite side of the table, and his thoughts drifted to other places.
The most common and the most complicated political affairs in human history were indeed a bit too complicated for him. Until now, he still couldn't clearly sort out the many clues of this banquet conversation, and couldn't make his own judgment. However, he still wanted to help the big man on the opposite side of the table.
A few days ago, Shi Qinghai said that he had a personality charm, but in his opinion, Mr. President had a kind of real personality charm.
Maybe it was because they were both Donglin stones in their minds, or maybe it was because of what happened in the election, or maybe it was because Mr. President had shown a way of doing things that was absolutely different from ordinary politicians since he took office, but Xu Le was definitely leaning towards Mr. President from a rational and emotional point of view.
"Actually... my relationship with the old man isn't as close as everyone thinks. At least, I'm definitely not his illegitimate child."
Even Xu Le himself did not find it funny. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, and then his expression gradually calmed down. He looked at President Pabre and said seriously, "I will find a way to convey your thoughts to Lord War God."
"Very good." Mr. President's voice was deep and his smile was sincere. "Next, I have another favor to ask of you."
Xu Le's expression turned serious as he said, "Please instruct me."
"It's not an instruction. It's just a request from a father." President Pabre laughed and took a piece of paper and an ink pen. He pushed them in front of Xu Le and said with great interest, "My daughter wants very much to have the autograph of a war hero of the Federation, but she is too embarrassed to ask for it in person."
Xu Le took the paper and the pen in surprise. Feeling that his cheeks were a little hot, he lowered his head and signed his name carefully, wishing the silent first daughter of the Federation a happy life and a happy smile.
"How's Miss Padele's health recently?" he asked with concern. Everyone knew that the president's biological daughter had autism when she was a child.
"Much better, but she still doesn't want to talk and looks at the TV screen every day," President Pabre said with a smile. "Recently, she's been obsessed with the documentary called Team Seven."
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Victory! Victory!
The two words full of power echoed on all the inhabited planets of the Federation. Even the mining engineers who endured the cruel space environment on the remote mining planets had painted the words on the enormous and heavy engineering mechas. It was needless to say that the young students who traveled happily in the bright spring were repeating everything that happened on the frontline with high frequency and looking forward to the greater victory that was to come.
In different positions, the perspective of considering things was naturally completely different. The ordinary people of the Federation yearned for one victory after another, while the big shots who could really influence the direction of the Federation stood on their own standpoints and made decisions that were in line with their own interests.
War consumed a lot of resources and money, which would put tremendous pressure on the Federation's economic system. If they continued to attack the homeland of the Imperium, how long could the Federation's production capacity withstand the wartime logistics supply? How long could the military enterprises add zeros to the government's debt last? Would the terrifying amount of energy allocated in advance be repaid in the war? Would the continuation of the war bring any real benefits to the Federation? Or in other words … would it bring any benefits to them?
However, what President Pabre was worried about in the banquet in the official residence did not happen.
Although the old man on the shore of Feicheng Lake was still silent, in the current frenzied atmosphere, those families who had opposing opinions on attacking the homeland of the Imperium, those rich capitalists and the politicians they supported, were also silent. Only silence.
All the states of the Federation organized a grand welcome ceremony to welcome the brave soldiers who returned from the frontline. The programs on the Federation's TV and those private TV stations were full of interviews with the soldiers and realistic and cruel battlefield recordings. Various entertainment channels began to broadcast a large number of military-themed TV series. Channel 23 of the Federation directly began to replay the first episode of "Full Metal Rush." In order to cater to the psychological needs of the people to celebrate the victory, from the political world to the literary world, to the academic world, and so on … everyone was doing the same.
However, all of this could not stop the people of the Federation from aiming the remote control in their hands at the news channel of the Federation on this night. Because it was time for the annual Nebula Award Ceremony, tonight was the live broadcast of the award ceremony of the literature and art category.
The Nebula Award was an official award of the Federation, and the award covered all aspects of society. In previous years, the most eye-catching awards were undoubtedly the literature and art category, which was full of stars, but it was only eye-catching. In terms of importance, it was definitely not as important as the academic awards that had been given out three days ago.
However, the atmosphere tonight was obviously different. Those cynics who were used to being indifferent to the TV series that anesthetized the ignorant, those scholars who only knew how to bury themselves in the laboratory, and those who were immersed in virtual life on the Internet all put down what they were doing and sat in front of the TV screen with excitement and excitement.
Because they all wanted to know the answer. They wanted to know how many awards the documentary, which had moved the entire Federation, would win, and whether it could break the record set in the first year of the Full Metal Rush.
More importantly, they wanted to see if the soldiers in the documentary would come to the scene of the award ceremony. They wanted to see what the roaring, angry, silent, and sad characters looked like when they returned home.
The documentary "Team 7," which was produced by the Jinxing Documentary Film Factory of the Ministry of Defense and aired exclusively on the news channel of the Federation, was nominated for all the awards it could be nominated for, including best photography, best editing, best soundtrack, best film and television song, best soundtrack, best female singer, best director …
This documentary was not nominated for the best original script or adapted script award because it was a real story, and no one could write such a realistic script. "Team 7" was also not nominated for any acting award because there were no actors in it, only real soldiers.
Including almost all the nominations, "Team 7" was naturally nominated for the best documentary film award, but what shocked the entire Federation and more than 3,000 members of the jury was that "Team 7" was actually nominated for the best film award!
A documentary was actually nominated for the best film award, which was something that had never happened in the long history of the Nebula Awards.
After the shortlist was released, the Federation's press was in an uproar, but strangely, there was no harsh criticism or ridicule. There was only a wave of amazement and puzzlement.
A member of the jury admitted in an interview with the official broadcasting agency anonymously that he had indeed filled in the name of "Team Seven" on the list of nominees for the Best Movie. However, at that time, he had been moved by the documentary and suddenly had a strong impulse. He did not expect that more members of the jury would do the same thing.
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The George Carlin Foundation Arts Center in the southern district of the capital officially became the venue of the Federation's Nebula Awards ceremony two years ago. This decision was made by President Pabre himself. At first, it was to appease the angry protesting students, but now it had become the shortest "historical tradition" of the Federation, and no one was not used to it.
Outside the large building of the Foundation Literature and Arts Center, thousands of people were excitedly waiting outside the cordon. Their eyes were collectively fixed on the huge light screen above the building. Those blazing eyes seemed to want to melt the picture on the light screen.
The red carpet ceremony was over. They had already fainted from the excitement of cheering for their favorite stars, but at this moment, they were still waiting here, happily waiting for the results of the award ceremony. It seemed that tonight, the entire Federation was looking forward to the results.
Inside the central building, a light blue and soft three-dimensional light enveloped the spacious stage. It was empty. There were no award-winning actors or enthusiastic hosts. There was only a pillar of light formed by the blue light, and on top of it, words slowly appeared that left a deep impression.
These words were the speech written by General Miles in the last episode of the documentary "Team 7."
The art museum, which could accommodate thousands of people, was already full. The gorgeous stars of the Federation and the giants of the film and television industry were sitting in their seats. They were not smiling and leaning around to greet people as usual. Instead, they were looking at the stage seriously.
It was quiet on and off the stage. Only the breathing of thousands of people could be heard.
In this silence and waiting, the melodious sound of a zither came. It was faint and beautiful, falling from the sky and falling on people's clothes and hair, adding a sense of harmony.
In the sound of the zither, a beautiful girl that no one expected appeared in the blue light column. She gently clenched her fists and looked at the light in the sky, as if she was looking into the distance. She began to sing softly.
Jian Shui'er, the national girl who had disappeared from the public for a long time, sang the ending song of the documentary "Team 7," a mixture of sadness and sunshine, opening the curtain of the Nebula Awards ceremony.
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