After hearing Huai Caoshi's explanation, Xu Le, who had just regained his composure for less than half a minute, fell into shock again. Four words of disbelief appeared in his mind — Tai Zhiyuan had obtained the support of the three industrial unions and the Veterans Association?
This was impossible.
The reason why Pabre could grow from a miner's son with no background to today's powerful president of the Federation was not only because of the group of geniuses from the Trinity Association in the tavern, but also because before he entered the political arena, he had already obtained the full support of the three industrial unions and the Veterans Association. He had an extremely wide base of public opinion among the people at the bottom of the Federation.
Xu Le had left the Federation for less than three years. He could not imagine how Tai Zhiyuan could have Pabre's most staunch supporter in his hands. The more troublesome problem was that Tai Zhiyuan was the crown prince of the back mountain of Mochou. His life experience and identity were destined to be far apart from those poor workers and angry veterans. They were even naturally irreconcilable.
"I know my friend. Since he claims to have the support of the three industrial unions and the Veterans Association, then it must be true. Although I don't understand how he did it. "
After thinking silently for a moment, Xu Le raised his head to look at Huai Caoshi and asked his concern, "But as long as the government tells the people who he is, this support will collapse in an instant."
Huai Caoshi looked at him calmly and said, "In fact, Tai Zhiyuan has already admitted who he is. As for the people, the method he used to appease or buy the people, even His Majesty felt that it was unprecedented in history."
Xu Le looked at her in confusion. He could not imagine what kind of big move Tai Zhiyuan had made to be able to achieve successive victories in the field that Pabre was best at, even alarming the Emperor of the Empire.
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On the southern plains of the S2 capital ring of the Federation, there was a small town called Woodstock. Because it was far away from Green Dragon Mountain, this small town had not experienced too many baptisms of war and death. The buildings still maintained a clean and old appearance.
With the increasing number of retired workers and unemployed youths, the size of the small town grew larger and larger. The people who were bored and relied on social welfare to get by released their energy to operate heavy machinery in other places. For example, the sound of metal barrels that were like bombs, or the hoarse sound of cheap instruments that were like shouts. Gradually, this small town became the gathering place of the S2 underground music scene.
It was summer, and the town was filled with ear-piercing music and screams. The 170,000 young people who participated in the Woodstock Music Festival were wearing simple or revealing clothes. They twisted their bodies and waved their arms excitedly, surrounding the town like a spreading sea of weeds. Under the combined effect of alcohol and hormones, the revelers were almost crazy. Some people even tried to push down the electronic wall in the depths of the grassland, triggering the sound of sirens.
On the somewhat simple and crude central stage, a few thin men in dark night makeup held various kinds of instruments, madly shaking their heads, shaking their waists and buttocks, forcing out sharp screams from their shriveled bodies. Along with the rhythm of the drums and the heavy instruments, wave after wave attacked the eardrums of more than 100,000 people, evoking endless pain and the pleasure that pain brought.
"F * ck your mother! Pabre! "
"F * ck your mother! Lee Jae-do! "
"F * ck your mother! F * ck my mother! "
This was the Federation's most famous underground band, Second Hand Guns. It had always been a selling point of violence and death. Because of its poor consciousness, this underground band had always been excluded by the Federation and the mainstream media. However, relying on the transmission of the Internet and rumors, it still received the support and even crazy infatuation of countless rebellious youths. This time, the Woodstock Music Festival invited them to perform, which naturally made the already crazy scene even crazier.
The band's lead singer shouted the most violent words in a hoarse voice. The drummer held the drum like a soldier holding a gun and did not let go. The front and back of the stage fell into a deathly silence.
Suddenly, the enchanting male lead singer's eyes widened like a dead fish. He jumped up high and then fell down heavily. Because of the drugs, his skinny body did not stir up the slightest bit of dust. His pointed leather boots squeaked like a mouse. He was like a little boy begging for money as he handed out his painting tube to the sea of people. Like a bad actor, he frowned and screamed miserably, "F * ck you motherf * cker …"
After the three words were forced out of his gray lips, there was no follow-up. There was only dead silence and a stalemate. It was not known whether it was two seconds or three seconds. More than 100,000 people under the stage broke out a strong response. It was like the mountains were howling, the sea was howling, and all the patients on the seventh floor of a mental hospital were laughing together.
"Pabre!"
The male lead singer of Second Hand Guns nervously took back the microphone. He opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of extremely ugly teeth eroded by drugs. Suddenly, he opened his eyes again and screamed, "F * ck your mother!"
Then it stopped.
Not too long, maybe just a moment.
Under the stage, there was an extremely violent response in the grassland around the town.
"Lee Jae-do!"
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Below the interstate highway on the edge of the town of Wood Todd, there was a temporary settlement. Under the ground of what looked like an extremely ordinary tourist convoy, there were countless cables shuttling between them. From time to time, young men and women wearing headbands and making peace and stupidity hand signs walked past with their arms around their waists and kissing as they headed to the town. After getting high with each other, no one noticed that in the gray carriages by the roadside, there were countless staff members working non-stop.
In dark green uniforms with beautiful and exquisite badges inserted on the left side of their chests, young, beautiful, and enthusiastic female staff members were answering hotlines from all over the Federation. As the frontline staff of the headquarters of the silent march, they were asked not to disappoint anyone who expressed their willingness to support. As for those who did not support … the phone could always be cut off.
In the large carriage in the middle of the temporary settlement, the number of people in charge of answering the phone was much fewer. The call button rang and went off from time to time. The staff members politely and without humility responded to the other party's call request, "Yes, Mr. Senator, thank you very much for your support."
On the grass outside the carriage, a thin young man was smoking. From his clothes and temperament, it was clear that he was different from all the staff members. Five staff members were carefully protecting him from several meters away. A female secretary holding an electronic folder quickly walked to his side and said with uncontrollable excitement, "Mr. Senator, Songtao Resort Company is willing to bear the responsibility of transporting 4,000 protesters."
Tai Zhiyuan turned to look at her and asked calmly, "When will the reporters arrive?"
The female secretary hesitated and said, "Those people don't have good intentions."
Tai Zhiyuan was silent for a moment, then said with a smile, "Ask them to come over. Although I don't have good intentions, I have to put on a show."
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