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Chapter 402 Sequence 002 The City of Pure Land

The capital of pure land.

A new area of ​​​​Central-Southern Airspace, the headquarters of the Faculty of Centralized Processing of Special Projects, and the fourth meeting hall.

The decoration here is very simple, the corridor is spacious but longer, with more than a dozen doors on both sides, but the real meeting hall is only at the end of the corridor.

In front of the door, "wholeheartedly" is written in strong and powerful pen and ink, while the surrounding decoration appears simple and exquisite.

In front of the hall, there were five temporary square chairs, and on two of them, two people wearing the standard uniforms of the Special Academy were sitting.

On one side of the corridor is a 32-year-old young man, dressed in leather and leather shoes, sitting upright, and his facial features carved by a knife blade look extremely serious.

In this place, in this position, at the age of 32, he can be called absolutely young, even a little immature.

Qin Shimao, who had just turned a year old, was sitting casually on a square chair, scanning the manuscript in front of him with his eyes slightly lowered. At the same time, the bracelet he was wearing was exuding a soft blue rhyme.

Then, the young man in front of Qin Shimao stood up and began to report on the bill he had just taken out of his bag.

"Currently, the strategy is officially over. The second, sixth, No. 15, and No. 18 plans are being coordinated by various departments and are being steadily advanced. The rescue department is in charge of Lijiang. Among them, Lijiang's second generation physician family The son has arrived."

"Individuals who entered through special channels have not yet been counted."

"It is inferred that the cause of the Weiyang chessboard, the secret treasure of the chess master, is that some of the missing practitioners may have been involved in the fragments of 'Western Territory, Quyang Dynasty', and staff have gone to investigate."

"The number of injured civilians affected is zero, and the number of missing civilians is zero."

Qin Shimao's slightly lowered eyes were raised slightly at this moment, "Well, it's not bad."

"However, the 'zero' issue may arouse small-scale doubts. Don't emphasize it deliberately for the time being. When the spiritual energy recovery begins to open up to society, overseas ideas will soon penetrate in, and they will inevitably be manipulated by them. article."

"Before that, remember to talk to those media organizations, draw a clear line, pave the way and control the corresponding situation and environment, and finally we will make the official determination."

"You will discuss the three plans for the specific control intensity first. I will confirm them before sending them to the vote."

The 32-year-old young man nodded silently. In fact, the so-called sending in was just a process. As for the real decision, it was the understatement of 'I'm sure' from the young man in front of him.

And for this "I'm sure", I don't know how many temporary flights will be added to airports across the country tonight.

Then the young man took a deep breath, sorted out the proposals in his hands, and continued in a deep voice: "Personally, I think that the heavy damage to the Situ family is very harmful to the Pure Land..."

Qin Shimao suddenly raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him, "Is it written in it, the so-called 'personal opinion'?"

"..."

Qin Shimao tapped the armrest of the square chair with his index finger, shook his head and said, "If we don't give up on the Situ family, Pure Land will immediately become the target of public criticism."

"The Situ family still exists now, and it is the result of the above-mentioned efforts to protect it."

"Besides, I am responsible for the affairs of the Situ family. I believe you know the reason why you are standing here now, so don't ask any more questions."

After Qin Shimao finished speaking, the young man stared at the agenda in his hand and hesitated for a long time before asking in confusion: "Do you think I am qualified to stand here because I was sent to ask this question?"

Qin Shimao raised his head, leaned back on the square chair, and said expressionlessly: "Maybe you don't know it yourself..."

"However, there is no so-called resistance to your promotion, but your existence has become a resistance to others. Don't you find it strange?"

"I think it's my ability..."

"It is a very lucky thing to be able to let one's abilities be fully utilized instead of being hidden away by less talented people." Qin Shimao's index finger gently tapped the armrest of the seat twice, "So, you have to cherish it." …”

The young man was stunned for a moment and closed his eyes feebly. When he opened them again, his serious expression had returned.

Following his report, the remaining bills were finalized one after another.

Later, the 32-year-old young man took out another handwritten draft from his bag, and this one was written by him after staying up late at night for half a month.

If Qin Shimao said that he was qualified to stand here now because he really wanted to say something... He really couldn't refute it.

“I think this bill is very much needed to be included in the bill.”

"On the social side, the current situation of spiritual energy recovery has created a very serious social situation."

"During our very small-scale pilot, we can clearly detect the resistance and even resistance among ordinary people."

"at the same time……"

"Guess, you can notice something, why is it not involved in the meeting hall?" Qin Shimao suddenly asked.

"Forehead……"

"Because it doesn't exist," Qin Shimao saw him stunned, waved his hand and said, "Do you have anything else?"

"What?" The young man didn't understand for a moment, "What doesn't exist?"

"The resistance of ordinary people to the new world does not exist, and the resistance to the Special Council does not exist."

"Do you understand?"

"Understand...?" The young man was a little stunned. He knew that he should not continue at this time, but what he had experienced still made him grit his teeth and said: "But, in our survey sample, more than 40 Ordinary residents who are [-] years old, their lives have become stable, and their resistance to these is also the strongest."

"Especially some successful people in society, the elite, who have difficulty cultivating, simply cannot accept that they have become the bottom of society in a blink of an eye."

"Even for the younger generation, although we have postponed the college entrance examination and prepared for re-training in all aspects, everything is of inferior quality. Only the idea of ​​studying well has left a mark on the students, so this is very important for studying hard. , but for students with poor cultivation talent, the psychological blow is subversive."

“And it goes against our traditional educational philosophy that if we work hard, things will come true.”

"Coupled with the presence of these young students, they can easily become the front line of resistance groups."

"But the things you mentioned don't exist at all," Qin Shimao poked the armrest of the seat three times in a row.

"does not exist."

"But, why doesn't it exist?" The young man's voice was slightly excited, but after a slight movement of his Adam's apple, he calmed down again. "You can see for yourself what this world has become," Qin Shimao shook his head, "You should know it yourself."

"I know very well," the young man said solemnly, "Because of the influence of my family, serving the motherland has been engraved in my cognition since I was a child."

"But, I can't accept 'her' being torn apart like this."

"Moreover, I was born here, and this is my hometown. When I was abroad, I felt like returning home, but now I can only call my hometown..."

"Why should we let their world be fabricated by them?"

The young man's voice trembled slightly, but he still maintained rational restraint, while Qin Shimao still just waved his hand.

"Stop saying such stupid things, and stop wasting your time on things that don't exist."

"Japan once held a Sakura Festival in an attempt to reconcile the contradiction between the two, and the final result... When you entered the Special Academy, you should have known what happened next, right?"

"For us, we can only say that it is very lucky that this happened in Japan's Sakura Road."

"Yes!" The young man took a step closer, "It is because we have been compromising on these issues that everything has happened now."

"In 'their' eyes, it might not matter at all, but what about us, the people living in this world?"

"Now, it's not even allowed to exist."

Qin Shimao sighed again, "If you insist on letting this problem arise, the consequences will only be more serious and everything will be taken away from you in a way that is even more unacceptable to you."

"Then we have to fight for fish and meat!?" The young man approached angrily, his arms were trembling slightly, and finally he threw out the manuscript in his hand.

They scattered in all directions, and when some papers floated in front of Qin Shimao, they were blocked one meter away as the blue light on the bracelet flashed slightly.

The young man turned and left. He came here not for his own future, because he knew that although the young man in front of him was shockingly young, he was his only chance.

But, in the end, it was still pure despair.

The corridor was really long. The young man walked for a minute before opening the door and leaving. The manuscripts that had been written for more than half a month were scattered on the ground together with the bills.

As for Qin Shimao, he remained silent. After a long time, he slowly squatted down and picked up all the papers on the ground.

Not long after, a middle-aged man who looked about 40 years old walked in energetically, holding a camera in his hand and wearing a work badge on his chest. Even though he was wearing a neat suit, he looked like a paparazzi. visual sense.

When he noticed Qin Shimao, who was picking up manuscripts just now, he said jokingly: "Little leader, why don't you go in?"

"No," Qin Shimao sorted out the manuscript in his hand and said softly, "The results have already been decided."

"The problems outside have not been solved yet."

"Oh, the little leader's words are different," the middle-aged man chuckled, not thinking much about his immature face.

"What are you doing here?" Qin Shimao turned his hands behind him and asked him.

"I brought the reporters here. I will wait for Mr. Yan to leave. I will take two photos of the meeting before the end and keep them for archival records and publicity." He said it with great energy, and Mr. Yan also shouted in his mouth.

After all, there are not many opportunities like this. When the time comes to put your name in the press release, although no layman will pay attention, the insiders will glance at it.

"You didn't prepare in advance?" Qin Shimao asked again.

"Please, I was notified just five minutes ago," the middle-aged man pointed at his throat, "I had to swallow the buns I was chewing before you spoke to me."

Then the middle-aged uncle carefully arranged his collar and work badge, raised his eyebrows at Qin Shimao and said, "How about it, is there anyone here?"

"reluctantly."

"Oh, the rating is really high."

The middle-aged uncle who finished cleaning up stopped talking and stood in front of the door with a strict posture, waiting quietly. After all, he was not familiar with Qin Shimao.

After the completely soundproof door made a gentle noise, he immediately stood to the side, lowering his shoulders and smiling.

However, he noticed that Qin Shimao was still standing on the side of the door, slightly closer to the middle of the door. At this time, it was too late to issue a warning.

That shouldn’t be the case. How can we enter a place like this and we don’t even know some basic manners?
No matter what you say, you can't block the road.

The door was completely pushed open, and there was no bodyguard to clear the way. Instead, an old man walked out directly. He was wearing old cloth shoes and a gray-green military uniform, and people around him were crowding behind him.

"Grandpa Yan," Qin Shimao also lowered his head slightly and said.

"Oh, Xiao Qin, why didn't I see you just now?" Grandpa Yan's voice was slightly muddy, and when he noticed the messy bill manuscripts in Qin Shimao's hand, he raised his chin slightly.

The person next to him immediately took the manuscript from Qin Shimao's hand, and then handed it to the old man's hand. The old man glanced at the bills in a messy order, and probably understood what was going on, but still asked: "What's going on?" ?”

Qin Shimao hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and said softly: "He is still young..."

The old man looked at the manuscript in his hand with slightly droopy eyes. When he noticed the handwritten manuscript, his eyes moved slightly, and then he waved to Qin Shimao.

After Qin Shimao approached, the bracelet he was wearing suddenly appeared in the hands of the person wearing a black windbreaker next to him.

Grandpa Yan stretched out his hand. He was not very tall, and the years had left traces on his body. As for Qin Shimao, he had to bend down slightly to let the old man's hand gently pat his shoulder.

The old man laughed softly twice, and then said with a kind face: "Have you forgotten that you are still young?"

Qin Shimao: "..."

The old man looked at the handwritten manuscript in front of him and some obvious traces of modification. His voice was old but clear and powerful, "Of course none of these problems exist."

"Because we'll take care of them..."

"Why, don't you have confidence?"

(End of this chapter)