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Chapter 123 A Brilliant Person

When the beautiful singing echoed throughout the venue, everyone's attention was attracted.

Although the capacity of the aerial theater is not as large as that of a large stadium, it is a professional theater with excellent sound effects and echo design.

In such an environment, the singer's singing voice is depicted to the greatest extent, and everyone is immersed in the melodious singing voice.

It's been half an hour since the concert started, He Ao had to admit that Qi might be so popular for a reason, she is not only good-looking, but also professional.

He took the broom and walked to a person who was quietly listening to a song, "lift your feet."

"Ah good."

The man glanced at him and raised his foot.

He Ao used the broom to sweep away the rubbish under his feet. At the same time, he pressed the hidden switch on the broom, and some colorless and transparent things fell under the broom and were evenly spread on the ground by the broom.

After dealing with it, He Ao carried the broom and dustpan and continued to move along the edge of the stadium.

At this moment, he found a thin man in staff uniform in front of him slowly placing a yellow warning post by the wall.

He Ao raised his eyebrows, and watched the man's movements while sweeping the floor. The man didn't notice He Ao. After he put down the pillar, he adjusted it carefully for about five or six minutes, and left after making sure that there was no problem with the placement of the pillar. .

After he left for a while, He Ao walked slowly to the pillar. This pillar was different from ordinary pillars. Through the ability of spectators, He Ao could vaguely feel that this pillar was guiding his emotions intentionally or unintentionally. .

It seems to be some kind of supernatural item with not strong ability.

Ho raised his head and walked past the pillar.

And just as he passed by, his broom slightly deflected, and the pillar that had been carefully placed was bumped to the right by five or six centimeters.

Then He Ao continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened.

This time, in addition to sweeping up the trash, he also focused on the pillars that suddenly appeared on the ground.

Some pillars are indeed placed unreasonably. It is also very reasonable for someone to accidentally walk past the crowd and knock this pillar into the wrong direction.

Therefore, whenever He Ao passed by, these placed pillars would 'accidentally' shift a little to the side.

At the same time, the positions where these pillars were placed were also kept in his mind.

When another hour and a half passed, He Ao had already swept half of the venue, and he had already reached the VIP area in the infield.

With a broom and dustpan in his hand, he swept all the way, but no one stopped him.

Even though he was wearing a big black windbreaker that didn't fit the shape of a cleaner, and was 1.9 meters tall, he was very conspicuous in the crowd.

As time passed, He Ao walked to the front row.

Compared with the crowded back row where you can only stand shoulder-to-shoulder, the location is quite spacious. These soft and luxurious seats can even be reclined backwards, allowing the audience to adjust a comfortable posture for listening to songs.

Sitting on these luxurious seats, one can clearly see the beautiful figure of the blond girl bouncing and dancing on the stage, and can carefully observe the exquisite figure of this popular idol singer throughout the Federation.

Around this position, the sound is also specially adjusted, and the sound heard in each position is the most perfect sound,
He Ao walked to an empty seat, gently swept the trash under the seat, then stretched the broom into the seat next to him, tapped the ground lightly, "Trouble, lift your foot."

Sitting next to the empty seat was a tall and handsome man in a neat white suit.

Hearing what He Ao said, the man turned his head. He was a little surprised when he saw He Ao, and then he stretched out his hand, intending to take the broom and dustpan from He Ao's hand, "I'll help you."

"It's okay." He Ao looked at him calmly, "lift your feet."

The man was a little taken aback, then he smiled and raised his feet, He Ao swept away the garbage under his feet, and sprinkled transparent supernatural materials along the way.

"Are you dressed like this for cleaning?"

The man looked at He Ao suspiciously, "I'm sorry, I mean you are more like a mercenary or a killer or a powerful fighter, which is kind of cool."

"I swept most of the venue, only you looked up and saw my appearance."

Howard shrugged and put away the broom and dustpan, "Most people don't care what the person who sweeps up the rubbish under his feet looks like, if there are other more important things in front of them that can attract their attention, such as a grand At a concert, they don’t even look to see if the ‘cleaner’ next to him is wearing clothes that don’t suit him, so what I wear doesn’t really matter.”

"Very," the man froze for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully, "very philosophical."

Then he looked at He Ao and asked softly, "Don't you know me?"

"Why should I know you?"

He Ao frowned, turned and prepared to leave.

He actually knew this man. This man was Christos, the mayor's biggest election opponent, and he had a high reputation in Chenxi City. However, this was indeed the first time he met Christos offline.

In the last dungeon, the two had a phone conversation. Of course, his identity was still Rigit at that time.

"It seems that I am a little narcissistic," Christos laughed, and then he looked at He Ao, "Your philosophy just convinced me, can I ask you a question? From the perspective of a stranger one question."

"Except for math questions, for most questions, the person asking the question already has the answer in his heart, and asking is just asking for support from others."

He Ao glanced at the jumping girls on the stage, held the broom and dustpan with one hand, and put the other hand into his pocket. He looked at Christos, "What's the problem?"

But he did wonder what questions Kristos would ask.

"If," Christos smiled, leaned on the soft chair, looked at the girl who was still singing on the stage,
"I mean, if you have no worries about food and clothing, and you have gained a very high reputation and status, but you have a...um...not very realistic ideal, this ideal is of no benefit to you, and even let you You lose a good life, but it can benefit many people, allowing many, many people to have houses to live in, food to eat, and medical treatment for illnesses.

You now have an excellent opportunity, you only need to take one step forward, and there is a chance... there is such a very, very small chance to realize this grand ideal, and the price of taking this step is that you will have many more enemies ···”

"how many?"

"Probably, the whole world," Christos smiled. "The entire morning light, no, the entire Federation may be against you, and you may die at any time. If it were you, would you do it?"

"Listen to you, this seems to be a good thing for most people at first sight, so why is it an enemy of the Federation? So," He Ao tilted his head and looked at him suspiciously, "Who can represent the Federation?"

Who can represent the Federation?

These words hit Christos's heart like a heavy hammer, and he fell into a long silence.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have entered a very serious misunderstanding.

Is the federation a federation of the people, or a federation of consortiums?

When Christos came back to his senses, Ho Ao had already gone away with a dustpan and a broom, surrounded by noisy noises.

The blond girl on the stage covered the microphone in her hand, looked at the excited audience with a smile,

"Next, is my last song. This song is not my new song, but an 800-year-old song I dug out from the pile of old papers. We recomposed it on its broken score. I wrote this song, I hope everyone likes it.”

"This song is, the original Confederate anthem, "To the One Who Splendor""

　As you can see, continue with Calvin, but I've almost finished it (confirmed), I will try my best to update it if I can, good night everyone.

　
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