For Xu Le, his world had reached its most dangerous moment. This kind of danger had nothing to do with life and death. It was only related to the collapse of something. Therefore, he was forced to let out an angry roar, but this roar was definitely not his final groan.
After returning from Sunset Province in the West Woods, he went to the Charter Square to look at the candlelight. He went to the hospital to look for a nurse to fulfill Mr. Shi's last wish. He went to the tomb to be silent. He and Zou Yu ate barbecue on the street. They were silent and relaxed. Unexpectedly, he did not go crazy.
The reason for this was that he was very confident in this world. When the Glory Of The Charter was on his shoulders, when the President of the Federation was in his official residence, no matter how evil and dark the forces were, they were actually just a bunch of clowns to Xu Le.
In the end, he realized how pathetic he was. He realized that he had been deceiving himself and others. He was actually the saddest clown.
If this world could be simply divided into good and bad, he would never have thought that President Pabre was a bad person. The reason why he had such a firm belief was probably because he had never thought, or did not dare to think, or did not want to think at all.
He, Shi Qinghai, and many others sincerely wanted to protect this world. It turned out that justice and light would not always prevail and prevail in this world. This was also a case of "if". If what they were protecting was justice and light.
This was the best era. The Federation finally had its first civilian President. The government and Green Dragon Mountain finally achieved a great reconciliation. Tens of billions of people were motivated and united. The frontline troops were winning one victory after another. But this was also the worst era. The most cold-blooded, ruthless, and dirty political murder. The most ambitious and ruthless plan. The military generals who had guarded the western border for the Federation for many years were ruthlessly sold out to the Empire's fleet. And the people who planned all this were the most important people in the Federation's government and army. It was actually the President who was infinitely loved by the people.
Xu Le silently looked at the solemn face of the President behind the transparent wall. He thought of many things in a very short time. He vaguely realized that the President did not kill him immediately. Instead, he took the risk to stay and have a face-to-face talk with him. What kind of talk would they have later?
What should he insist on? I should probably persevere. Would he say, "Is what you think justice is justice?" These questions could be analyzed in detail. There was no conclusion to the debate. But just like last year in the Empire's white courtyard, I conducted a psychological analysis of the princess:
I am not a moralist. I am a selfish youth who seeks the meaning of life and happiness. What I have defended and will defend is not morality and justice, but what I think is right. Since that is the case, I will naturally persevere and stubbornly continue to be selfish. Only in this way can I be happy.
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Xu Le's thoughts, which were moving at a high speed like the chaotic particles erupting from the crystal engine of a space battleship, flashed through his mind in an extremely stimulating manner, causing him to feel waves of pain between his eyebrows. Then, miraculously, he quickly calmed down, and there was not a trace of anger on his somewhat wooden face.
"Mr. President, just now, the two of us were looking at the starry sky above our heads by the window and talking about the hometown of Donglin."
Xu Le gently stroked the bracelet on his left wrist with his right hand behind his back. He recalled the words signed by Kant on the surface of the bracelet. He looked down at the suede carpet in front of his feet and asked, "You trust me so much … and you trust you so much? You are not afraid that I will find out something and kill you directly on the spot? "
President Pabre laughed. His thick lips appeared particularly sincere under the light. "Although you have killed many people, I have never thought that you are a person who likes to kill indiscriminately. Xu Le, no matter what, my trust in you has never decreased."
"So there are 300 fully armed soldiers outside waiting to shoot me into minced meat." Xu Le laughed self-deprecatingly. He pointed his finger behind the door and looked out the window. "Even the field army has been pulled into Charter Square. Mr. President, I am flattered by your trust in me."
"The fact that you can calm down so quickly at this moment really surprises me." President Pabre frowned slightly and looked at him with a smile on his lips.
Xu Le was silent for a moment. In such a tense and dangerous moment, he sat back down on the leather cultural relic sofa and replied softly, "All the anger of humans comes from their incompetence. If that is the case, why should I be angry?"
"All the anger of humans comes from their incompetence … this sentence is very interesting." President Pabre nodded. He calmly looked at Xu Le's face and said, "It seems that you still think that you have enough ability to face all this. Well, I will not comment on this, but since you are calm enough, I think you must want to know the story of us people."
Xu Le did not answer.
"Even if you don't want to know the story, I still have to say it, because I really want to convince you through this story."
President Pabre smiled slightly. He slowly stroked his broad palms on the table and looked at the spring night outside the window thoughtfully.
At this moment, a spring rain fell without warning. It hit the window on the second floor of the president's residence and made a soft pitter-patter sound. Then, it was slowly pulled into traces by gravity, and the moisture seeped in through the window.
The beautiful rain seemed to know that it was not a good time. It quietly sneaked into the clouds and came to the ground. It kindly moistened the dry and cold air in the room between the men who were hugging each other.
In the soft sound of the rain, President Pabre was silent for a moment. He pursed his thick lips and said in a loud voice that was slightly tired and hoarse, "How a person should live their life is a question that everyone has to think about. When I was young and looked at the dark sky above my head on the slag heap of Donglin, the dream I could hold was to get rid of this planet that made it hard to breathe, go to the capital ring to study and work, and then get the immigration quota."
Xu Le listened in silence. His right hand tightly grasped the right pillow of the sofa. He remembered that his dream was to become a warship mechanic or to work in the capital ring's motor company. As time passed, his original dream now seemed so quiet and humble.
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The story told by the president was very simple. At the beginning, it answered the biggest question in Xu Le's heart. If the terrorist radical organization that had been secretly planned for decades and finally gradually controlled the government and the army was the evil design of the geniuses from the Trinity Association, then President Pabre came from the Donglin Region. His life experience seemed to have no connection with the Capital University Affiliated High School and the First Military Academy of the Federation. Why was he involved in such a huge plan?
Why were so many geniuses in the Trinity Association willing to shed blood for him, take the blame for him, and block bullets and rumors for him to become the real number one person in the Federation?
"That tavern was called Santa Fe. I heard that it was a religious brand from Bermuda. At that time, I only had about two hundred Federation coins, but when I passed by that tavern, I still couldn't help but go in and have a drink."
Lee Jae-do stood aside with a smile and slowly added, "Santa Fe is most famous for the religious blood wine that was smuggled from Bermuda."
"Yes, that was what I drank at that time." When President Pabre talked about this past, he couldn't help but laugh loudly. He waved his broad palm in front of him and said, "In the end, I drank too much and spent all of my two hundred Federation coins."
"That was half a month's rent for you and your sister-in-law," Lee Jae-do said.
"At that time, because of the pollution case of Xike Pharmaceutical Company, I was fired from the law firm for the first time. My wife and I carried boxes and wandered everywhere. It was rare for me to borrow half a month's rent. I shouldn't have gone to the tavern to get drunk, but I always thought that I continued to do the right thing …"
Speaking of this, President Pabre's thick eyebrows furrowed. This unpleasant memory had now become a kind of spiritual wealth, but he still didn't forget the impulse and the unique grief and anger of a young man when he stepped into that tavern.
He turned his head and stared into Xu Le's eyes silently. He said, "Since I did the right thing, why was I only able to live in a small dark room for four hundred Federation coins a month?"
"The inflation in those two years was very high. The conditions of a small dark room for four hundred Federation coins were indeed very poor."
Lee Jae-do shook his head and added with a smile, while Du Shaoqing, who was standing at the door, still had an indifferent expression on his face and didn't take off his sunglasses.
President Pabre looked into Xu Le's eyes and said calmly, "Santa Fe is outside the west gate of Capital University, and the First Military Academy is just one street away. A poor lawyer in dire straits didn't dare to go home because he drank all the rent that his wife needed the most, so he could only stay in the tavern and look for opportunities to pick up money on the ground."
"Of course, this is a joke." Lee Jae-do smiled warmly and said to the president, "You're a bit emotional today. Let me explain."
He looked at Xu Le and said calmly, "At the time, the Trinity Association was having a meeting in the tavern. Byron, I, and a few of the current middle-aged people and even the old people, as well as the young people back then, were caught in a fierce argument about the political, economic, and history of the Federation. You know, those who are qualified to enter the Trinity Association have enough right to be proud. They all have their own views about the world, and no one can convince the other. "
"But we basically came to a consensus. If the Federation is to continue to develop, the seven great families, these abnormal existences, must be eliminated." Lee Jae-do's eyes drooped slightly, and he said softly with a smile, "This is the wild imagination of the young people, but you have to allow the young people the right to be wild."
"But how to do it? We began to quarrel fiercely again. The quarrels of so-called geniuses sometimes often fall into a state of fantasy. At the time, we didn't have the courage to pick up guns and go to war with those families and politicians. We just liked to quarrel, and through quarreling, we found some kind of courageous pleasure. "
"At this time, in the corner of the Santa Fe Tavern, a drunkard suddenly stood up. His skin was dark, and he reeked of alcohol. I don't know when he heard our discussion, but he directly pushed open the door to the private room and looked at us, this group of proud people, and started cursing."
"It only took him half an hour to convince all the proud members of the association, including me. If we want the Federation to go in the right direction and want to eliminate the seven great families, then we must seize politics and the power above politics at all costs. That is … the power of violence."
"After that, everything started in a small tavern called the Santa Fe Tavern. In this tavern, a group of geniuses of the Trinity Association were directly convinced by a drunk black man to carry out some great or crazy plan."
President Pabre slightly frowned and recalled with emotion: "In the tavern, I didn't pick up that month's rent, but picked up a group of abnormal geniuses whose average IQ was much higher than mine."
Lee Jae-do raised his head, looked at Xu Le and said with a smile: "You see, this is how history changes."
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(In the middle, I put in a draft of more than 20 words. It was really written in a mess, so I'm going to edit it now.
Note: All the anger of man comes from his incompetence. I don't know who said it, but I saw Jing Guan say it. And then the history of the small tavern, I was thinking of when Qidian was building the station, and the feeling of when Hidden Sword Jiangnan broke into Qidian's chat room. This Jianghu rumor was written by Zi Yuan and Old Duan of Longkong. When I was editing it, I marked it. Uh, I'm not trying to flatter Zhanfang or anything, but in the future, I'll make them all … die tragically, cough cough.
At this time, it's five in the afternoon, and I've already sent my wife to the expansion party. I'll rest for a while, and then I'll continue writing.)
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