Since the beginning of the Constitutional Era, from the Republic to the Federation, whether it was the chairman or the president, their rule or management of the Three Woods Galaxy was actually a difficult time dancing with the seven wolves.
The seven families with terrifying power hid in the shadows after the end of the imperial rule. They coldly stared at the regime on the stage. Although the wolf's mouth was not like a blood basin, it spat out white fog in the cold winter season. Their sharp teeth were sometimes visible in the white fog. When they felt threatened or hungry, they would suddenly pounce and tear off a large piece of bloody flesh from the opponent's body.
In the eyes of these families, the stories and incidents that happened around the seventieth year of the Thirty-Seventh Constitutional Calendar were nothing more than a routine plot or a boring repetition of history. Even the death of the tiger, Cillin, only made them join the government in coldly joining in the feast.
It wasn't until the death of the military god, Li Bofu, that these families smelled something extremely dangerous from the explosion of the Ancient Bell. Then, through Xu Le's escape, they realized that the current government seemed to be very different from the previous governments in terms of execution. Thus, they became vigilant.
After becoming vigilant, the families began to use the media they controlled to launch public opinion attacks on the government and the man in the official residence through the so-called persecution of the Federation hero. Parliament Hill, which had been strongly influenced by them, also began to try to limit the expansion of the government's power or desire for power.
But they did not expect that the Federation government and President Pabre, faced with this seemingly internal and external situation, did not panic. They were so calm that it was frightening. They did not use administrative means to fight back. They just waited calmly until a big event happened.
It was a massive demonstration.
A demonstration in support of the government that was rarely seen in the history of the Federation.
In the huge industrial parks all over the Federation, there were billions of industrial workers who were members of the three major trade unions. The Veterans Association had the strong support of countless retired soldiers and the collective respect of the society. When such an influential civil organization suddenly launched a demonstration, one could imagine what kind of scene it would be.
According to the demands of the three industrial unions, except for the enterprises involved in military supplies, all the workers in the industrial zones refused to go to work and took to the streets. Especially in the Federation's heavy industrial base S2, the strike rate had reached a terrifying 60%. The entire Federation's economy was seriously threatened.
According to the post-event statistics, the strike and demonstration in the early autumn of the 72nd year of the Constitutional Calendar was the largest in history, and it led to the most disastrous losses for enterprises. The momentum was so great that it was unprecedented. Every corner of the society was shaken and even trembled because of it.
Countless ordinary citizens of the federation walked onto the streets. People were holding simple, self-made slogans and shouting slogans loudly in grief and indignation, inciting the bystanders on the streets to dance and join the crowd.
In front of the strikers that broke out in the various states of the Federation, there were batches of disabled soldiers in wheelchairs or on crutches. With solemn expressions and military medals on their chests, they were marching toward their respective destinations, the square or the city hall.
In the face of these heroic veterans, the government's riot police didn't dare to do anything. In fact, it was the request of the President's Office that all government agencies were not allowed to do anything to stop the strike.
As the strike deepened, as well as the loud and powerful slogans, such as who should be responsible for the victory of the war on the frontlines, the battle of public opinion that had puzzled the Federation's citizens for a long time suddenly changed.
The power gathered by the will of the people was so terrifying that it could affect the media's reporting and even the rational judgment of many people around them. Not many people still believed that the Federation was persecuting Colonel Xu Le. Even the young students who were shouting themselves hoarse for Xu Le just last week joined the strikers who were crying for the government and calling for unity in the Federation.
Perhaps this seemed a bit absurd, but in fact, it was just a kind of tragedy. The ordinary people who lacked enough real information for reference would always easily stand on the side that seemed reasonable in their analysis and judgment of the situation. Whether it was reasonable or not, in fact, it depended on whose voice was louder. This wasn't a political swing like a fence-sitter, but the natural choice of the frustrated social animals.
The great families who had just woken up and were preparing to control or at least check and balance the Federation's government and President Pabre were forced to remain silent at this moment. The media they controlled couldn't directly confront the ocean of angry people. The giant enterprises they controlled that could affect the Federation's survival couldn't ignore this terrifying strike and choose to confront the government because they were the seven great families. However, they were the seven great families of the Federation. They couldn't watch the Federation walk to the edge of collapse, because if that happened, they wouldn't have a corpse left.
A few years ago, Medellin, who was investigated by the Federation government, had remotely controlled those fanatical young George Carlin activists in the Ministry of Justice to raise a demonstration that shook the Federation, thus forcing the government and the seven great families to choose to compromise.
At the time, Mr. Pabre, who was his competitor, had always maintained his silence.
Now, this great strike that was far more powerful than the New Year finally made the seven great families and the people in the Federation's political circle realize just what kind of lofty prestige President Pabre had among the people at the bottom of the Federation's hierarchy.
In the past few decades, Pabre had worked tirelessly to fight public interest cases for the ordinary workers. It was very rare that he was the chief lawyer of the three great industrial unions and the Veteran Association. He was deeply loved and respected. This experience had undoubtedly played a great role in today's public tide that affected several star regions.
From this perspective, when Medellin raised the Federation's unrest, Pabre's silence was actually just a kind of condescending calmness and confidence. Looking back at the past and looking at the crowds of people on the streets today, this kind of calmness and confidence was terrifying.
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The Federation's great strike went on for the second day. Hundreds of thousands of marching troops marched from the industrial park in the southern suburbs of the capital to the capital special district on foot. The mighty demonstration troops completely paralyzed the ground transportation in the capital special district, and the big shots who felt the threat of this fanatical crowd took the air transportation in advance and left their respective residences.
At noon that day, President Pabre gave a speech in front of the president's official residence. The fanatical and chaotic demonstrators crowded the entire Charter Square. When they heard the president's hoarse and tired voice that was still full of upward spirit, everyone quieted down.
This was truly an incredible scene. The appeal of human beings who had a common goal oscillated and amplified each other, gradually turning into a kind of control that had a religious and sacred feeling. This kind of control could not be seen at all. It was silent and invisible, and it was only exchanged in people's eyes and gestures.
In the speech, President Pabre told the demonstrators the root cause of the military failure in the frontline, severely criticized the selfish manipulation of a certain financial association and its affiliated media organizations, and asked the parliament to pass several important wartime regulations. At the same time, he called on the people who participated in the demonstration in the Federation to try their best to stay calm and return to their posts as soon as possible, because the Federation in war needs your passion and desire for justice, but it also needs your labor and wisdom to win a comprehensive victory against the Empire.
What kind of humiliation was this kind of call to take the overall situation into consideration? The dense and silent crowd in Charter Square suddenly erupted into a huge wave of applause and cheers. The young female students were so excited that tears were streaming down their faces, the middle-aged workers were so excited that their faces turned red, and the disabled veterans in wheelchairs at the front of the line touched the military medal on their left chest with their right hand and looked at the president on the stage with a determined expression, vowing to fight for the glory of the Federation until the last drop of blood was shed.
The president called on the people who participated in the strike to return to their posts. However, the people who deeply understood the difficult situation of the government from his speech swarmed to the parliament hill before the end of the strike. They shouted angrily, waved the photocopied votes in their hands, and asked the parliament members who were urgently convening the parliament to immediately pass several important bills submitted by the government.
Naturally, Parliament Hill would not back down just like that. After all, although the temporary wartime regulations did not significantly relax the authority of the government, two of the regulations related to the audit of funds were directly related to how deeply those few large families could hide in the shadows of history.
The angry demonstrators calmly did not rush to the cordon under the long stone stairs, but they surrounded the magnificent building and threw countless artificial eggs and squid on the stone stairs, adding countless stains to the building that had just finished its outer wall.
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Wearing a single windbreaker, Bob walked on the street with a gloomy face. The reflection of the fire on the corner of the street was reflected in his eyes. An overturned police car was burning, and it seemed to have ignited the thick cigarette that he had forgotten to light at the corner of his mouth.
The streets of the Capital Special District were full of garbage and waste. The cleaning workers' strike would continue until the next morning, which meant that the city swept by the demonstration would still look like a garbage dump until the next morning.
Relying on the efficient organization of the three industrial unions and the Veterans Association, the strong guidance of the police department, and the continuous appeals of the government and President Pabre, the fanatical demonstrators did not lose control. The Capital Special District was very lucky to be safe. However, there were always some unexpected situations, such as the overturned police car that was burning, and the luxury store that was smashed into ruins in a more remote corner.
"The situation is not dangerous, but the trend is too dangerous."
At the corner of the street, Bob lowered his head and lit the thick cigarette in the hand of Wood, who came to pick him up. He looked around cautiously and said in a low voice, "Using the power of the people to fight against the power of the powerful class, once it gets out of control, there will be big problems."
Wood smiled and said, "But I quite like to see those old men panic."
"The Federation is not an empire. Of course, there is unfairness, but I insist that there is no such thing as an old man."
After a pause, Bob frowned and said, "The official residence rejected my application. It seems that Mr. President is not willing to talk to our disobedient newspaper."
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