The system is the king of the counterattack master

Luton Town is a centuries-old town with a long history. It faces the world-famous Alps in the west and the beautiful Bay of Genoa in the east. A rare place to relax.

Although the geographical resources are very favorable, the scenery is beautiful, and the environment is pleasant, but because the town is surrounded by a tall dense forest, there is only one road leading to the outside world, so it has become a new paradise, and has not been affected by the crazy tourism industry in recent years. .

Even though Luton Town is not directly open to the outside world, a kind of woodcarving craft in the town is well-known far and wide. Selling souvenirs alone is enough for the people in the town to live a comfortable life.

Except for working hours, looking at the distant mountains and fishing at the mouth of the lake is the daily portrayal of almost all male residents in Luton Town.But their daily entertainment is limited to this, because for more than 100 years, there has been an unwritten rule in the town that no one in the town can enter the forest under any circumstances. The only thing they can pass through the forest is the A road that is almost as long as the history of the village.

Harvey was driving on this road in his grandfather's car. They were sending wood carvings to a tourist attraction outside.

Looking at the lush and lush forests on both sides of the road, Harvey asked puzzledly: "Grandpa, the forest is so big, are there any deer in it?"

Harvey's grandfather is an old man in his 60s. He has been a woodcarver all his life, until the wrinkles on his face are similar to those of woodcarvers, and then he fully entrusts this craft to his son.Now, apart from occasionally making small gadgets, he is only responsible for delivering goods. This time he took his grandson out to let him familiarize himself with the handover process, so that he can completely hand over the business to his younger generations in the future.

Hearing Harvey's question, Grandpa curled his lips lightly: "There should be, although I haven't seen it, but how can there be no deer in the woods."

Harvey was obviously not very satisfied with this answer. He watched the countless huge trees galloping behind him, and couldn't help muttering: "But you also said that I have never seen it before, and neither have I. See, don't deer ever come to the road? At least to the edge of the woods?"

Regarding the grandson's question, grandpa just shook his head slightly, and he couldn't give this definite answer.If he was 40 years younger, he might be interested in this question, but now all he has in mind is the new fishing rod in the room, which is a model of fishing gear that he has admired for a long time. Try your luck.

Harvey saw that his grandfather ignored him, so he didn't continue to ask. He was still looking out of the window in a daze. The quiet forest was like an oil painting, deep and rich.But the strange thing is, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't feel the vitality of the forest, which made him very confused.

"It would be great if I could go in and have a look." Harvey looked into the depths of the forest and murmured unconsciously.

After a harsh grinding sound, the car stopped on the side of the road, and Harvey was almost thrown out of the car by the sudden brake.Even so, the sudden tightening of the seat belt made his chest hurt. He looked at the driver's seat in surprise, wondering why his grandfather stepped on the brake suddenly.

"You, never, absolutely, can't, take a step into that forest, I'm telling you very seriously." Grandpa turned around, and every wrinkle on his face revealed a dignified expression.

Looking at the grandfather with a serious face that made people feel terrible, Harvey swallowed hard, and explained in a panic: "I'm just talking casually."

Of course he knew that this forest was a taboo in the town. From the day he became sensible, the elders in the family told him almost every day not to approach the woods. Never even stepped into the woods.

Grandpa stared at Harvey for a while, and then restarted the car. At the moment the car started, he didn't forget to say: "Don't even think about it in the future, never, just pretend it doesn't exist at all. The place is ready.

The car drove away slowly, and finally, it turned into a sand-like shadow until it completely disappeared below the horizon.

At the same time as the little friction between the grandparents and grandson, deep in the forest, a fierce friction was also going on in full swing.

"I don't agree with this kind of merger." A bruised European looked at the other participants with an angry look on his face: "This is different from what we said at the beginning. The voting rights of our European headquarters must be at least in New Zealand. I can't accept your practice of equal distribution!"

A skinny old man heard what the European said, and immediately retorted: "Please stop having such obvious regionalism, Dr. Schroeder. The seven elders are in charge of the seven continents, not that everyone represents In the new organization, we are all the same newcomers. Therefore, we must be united within the Ark, otherwise if there is a problem within us, it will be easy to be broken by others. I I hope that after Ark enters the new organization, it will be more like a family, rather than competing for interests with each other."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, a short-haired woman in her 50s responded immediately: "I very much agree with Dr. Franco's opinion. Even if it is integrated into the new organization, the Ark is still a whole. Our votes should be consistent. This will bring us respect, Dr. Schroeder, I think your ideas should keep pace with the times. What's more, the current distribution of votes is not reasonable. Europe accounts for nearly one-fifth of the voting power. And Oceania has only one vote, I think this unreasonable situation should be improved, what do you think, Dr. North?"

After finishing speaking, the woman cast her eyes on a thin man in a suit on her right. The man was wearing a very ordinary suit and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He looked refined and refined. He was the only one among the seven who looked more like a schoolboy. Professor people.

When he heard the woman ask her, he hummed a bit in embarrassment, and was about to express his opinion when he was interrupted by Schroeder: "The European station has a long history, it is the birthplace of Ark, and our current system is the most complete, resources It is also the most abundant, holding almost 60.00% of the projects and funds of the entire Ark. According to this ratio, I think Europe's position in the organization is obviously underestimated. As for the Oceania issue you mentioned, I think he should be merged together. The problem of entering the European management system will be solved, what do you think?"

The two sides were chattering back and forth, and the remaining members were also expressing their opinions one after another. There was only one person who sat silently in his seat without saying a word.

Suddenly, the fat man next to him asked him loudly in front of everyone: "Mr. Saxing, what advice do you have?"