blackstone code

Chapter 330 The Demonstration at the Welcome Dinner

In the room, some miserable-looking people gathered together.

But then again, at this time, apart from those celebrities and politicians, who can do it without being miserable?

There was a special gleam in the eyes of these people, and they were preparing to do a big event, but among these people, one person was different from the others, or two people.

"Martin, I don't know if this thing is right..." said an ordinary man in his 40s, wearing a summer short-sleeve shirt he bought a few years ago, a pair of shorts that he had worn for two years, and leather sandals. There was wear and tear in places, but it was about as decent as he could be.

The man he called Martin was leaning against the wall by the window, one hand across his chest, the palm tucked under the armpit of the other arm, and a cigarette in the other.

The cyan smoke in the dim room also seemed to have turned into a faint yellow, rising relatively straight at first, then seemed to be disturbed by some air currents, began to tremble, and finally disappeared.

He was looking towards the hotel diagonally across the road. He came with a mission, and the mission was to make a fuss when the welcome dinner was held at the city hall.

As a worker representative of the Socialist Party who leans towards the Conservative Party - this sentence may be a bit of a misnomer, Martin is a worker representative of the trade union. He is very active in the factory. In the words of the trade union, he is good at organizing workers together action.

Of course, in the eyes of the factory owners, Martin is an out-and-out thorn. Not only does he have a troublesome status as a worker representative, but he often entangles small groups and organizes workers to strike and stop production.

In addition to these identities, because of his activeness, he is also an official member of the Socialist Party. The reason why he joined the Socialist Party is probably because the worker’s representative can be mixed with the title of a low-level cadre here, and he has some power, which is comparable to that of the Progressive Party or the Conservative Party. It's a lot of fun over there.

As for the political stance, he actually leans towards the Conservative Party. In fact, the working class is more or less inclined to the Conservative Party’s political stance. Their attitude towards life is the same as their attitude toward work, and they don’t want any unplanned changes. , if there is no change day after day, it must be the best life.

Not long ago, he received a task, the content of the task is to create some troubles in this diplomatic activity.

In essence, he does not agree to this request. You must know that he is no longer the kind of bottom-level worker who works all day in the workshop and gets himself dirty. He is already a half-cadre. As we all know, the worker representative In a sense he is no longer a worker, he is just a representative.

He knew what it meant to make trouble on such an important state affairs, but the other party made a condition that he couldn't refuse. Even now, thinking about it, he still felt his heart beating faster.

Two cashier's checks worth 1 yuan are cashier's checks from the six major banks in the Baylor Federation. These checks do not require any proof. As long as you take them to any regular bank, you can turn them into cash , or have those figures representing wealth added to designated bank accounts.

This is a condition he cannot refuse. Before the economic recession, he can take 280 yuan and 35 cents from the factory every month. The money becomes even more important.

Facing the question from his colleague, Martin stubbed out the cigarette butt on the window sill, with a strange expression on his face, "We did nothing wrong!"

Everyone in the room was looking at him, and he was looking at them, doing what he always did, stoking the emotions of the workers.

It's just that what he incited before was the antagonism between labor and capital. Now, he incites the antagonism between the people of the Baylor Federation and the United Kingdom of Nagalil. He is very good at this.

"Listen, first of all I have to tell you that we are not alone. Behind us are not only our family members, but also countless ordinary people in the Baylor Federation. At this moment, we are standing together."

"I don't know if you have heard that the federal government intends to support Nagalil with a large amount of supplies and help them build factories."

"They would rather give a small amount of money to those barbarians who eat bloody flesh, and would rather build factories and create jobs for those barbarians than look down at us who need help!"

"If we don't fight and don't raise our voices, who knows what our society will look like in the future!"

"This is not a fight for our own rights, it's for all of us, for the Commonwealth!"

Martin stirred up the atmosphere with a few simple words. He used "eat bloody meat" to ridicule the Nagalilians as barbarians. Still only a handful.

Most people still eat their steaks well done, because some parasites and pollution issues have caused serious mass health incidents, so people will try to cook meat as well as possible instead of medium rare in terms of cooking.

This kind of way of laughing at low civilizations like higher civilizations has been well recognized by people. They said something and cursed something out of righteous indignation.

Martin looked at his companions with deep eyes, "Trust me, we didn't do anything wrong!"

His companion didn't persuade him anymore, but just sat back worried.

At 45:[-] in the evening, some distinguished guests began to enter the arena. Martin snuffed out the half-smoked cigarette in his hand and threw it on the ground.

At this time, there were already a dozen cigarettes lying on the ground beside him, and the whole room was filled with a strong smell of smoke. His heart was definitely not as relaxed as he showed.

"Let's go, brothers, let those gentlemen also listen to our voice!"

The people in the room started to move silently. At this time, they didn't shout or roar, but they seemed extraordinarily powerful.

Diagonally across the road, the mayor of the port city was welcoming some important guests. A large number of media surrounded the entrance of the hotel. The flashing spotlights made this small area feel like daytime.

The promotion of the establishment of diplomatic relations with Nagalil came from the order of the Presidential Palace, so many heavyweight media came this time. Whether they are on the side of Mr. President or not, they all need to report the news truthfully.

This has nothing to do with the position of these media organizations. After that, they can still greet Mr. President and his political ideas that may seem deformed in the eyes of some people, but there are some things that everyone Need to stand together, that's the rule.

When the President Pro Tempore of the Senate arrived at the scene, he directly raised the standard of the reception by at least two levels. You must know that there is no need to disturb the level of the President Pro Tempore of the Senate to receive a visiting delegation from a small country like Nagalil. politician.

But he has come, which also heralds Mr. President's determination.

Just as the media frantically took pictures of the gentleman in the center of the flash and raised his hands to ask questions, the shouts and shouts from the opposite side of the road caused a very short, deathly silence at the entrance of the bustling hotel.

A group of tattered workers rushed over holding a series of clearly directional slogans such as "We need food", "We need jobs", and "Politicians are giving our money to others generously". In an instant, security police, FBI agents, and a handful of National Security Council agents sprang into action.

But the problem is that this is not in any private place, let alone in a remote mountain forest, this is the city center, and here are heavyweight media from all over the country.

The pro tempore president of the Senate, who was being baptized by the spotlight, left his seat as soon as he noticed the problem, and walked towards the hotel.

The mayor followed up with an apology, but only in exchange for a somewhat indifferent sentence from the interim speaker, "Get this done as soon as possible."

But since this matter has become a problem, it is naturally impossible to solve it so easily. So many media at home and abroad are watching, and the Federation is establishing a positive image in the international community. It is impossible for them to be in front of these media To suppress these demonstrators.

The police, detectives, and special agents only controlled them from getting too close to the hotel, and otherwise they could only stare at them viciously.

The FBI and the local police station have already mobilized more police forces to maintain order here. They don't know if there will be more unexpected emergencies, and everyone's nerves are highly tense.

The deputy chief who was socializing in the hotel heard the noise coming from outside. The reporters were not afraid that the incident would become a big one, but they were afraid that it would not be a big one. In the process of closing, a voice came in.

Afterwards, he saw the Pro Tempore President of the Senate and greeted him, "It's a great honor to invite you..."

The Congress of the Baylor Federation is a very special institution. When the authority of the president has not yet reached its peak, the power of the Congress is obviously higher than that of the incumbent president, especially in the first four years. After four years, when the authority of the president reaches its peak , even Congress has to make concessions when confronting the president.

The current Mr. President is still very "dangerous". Obviously, the power of the Congress is greater, and it is very normal for the deputy minister to make such a low profile.

It's just that the interim speaker was very displeased, and he didn't hide his displeasure, "I hope this is not a decision I regret, you should settle the situation outside as soon as possible!"

As he spoke, he reached out his hand and shook hands with the deputy chief casually, then walked into the hall with a cold face, leaving the deputy chief standing there in a daze.

Less than a minute later, his assistant came back from the outside with a worried expression on his face, and said something in his ear, which made his expression suddenly terrified.

He didn't show a ferocious expression, and the muscles on his face didn't tremble. He wasn't much different from before, but everyone could feel something terrible from his face.

(End of this chapter)