The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 229 Rejection
"Oh?"

Li Ang raised Erlang's legs casually, pinched the handle of the teacup comfortably, and took a sip of the clear and translucent black tea, "I've always been very curious, and I never thought I knew too much.

To be exact, the only thing that bothers me in this world is probably only the 'unknown'. "

He put the teacup back on the porcelain plate, picked up a piece of British scones made of oatmeal, and spread a layer of strawberry jam and cream on it with the blade of a knife, as if he didn't see those vampires showing their long and narrow fangs. He took a bite of the snack self-consciously.

Li Ang, a mediocre ordinary person, put on such a defiant posture in front of the blood race, which was naturally beyond everyone's expectations.

It's not their fault either. The US government ordered S.H.I.E.L.D. to immediately block specific information about the Tower of Babel incident in New York, and some sensitive images were not released.

The blood elites hesitated a little, while Prime Minister Rachel Ross sat on a chair, covering her facial expression with a teacup.

The slight sound of chewing scones sounded in the reception room, and Li Ang examined the weird atmosphere in the room with great interest.

The British civil service system has five characteristics of specialization, hierarchy, standardization, impersonalization, and technicalization; it has four advantages of rigor, rationality, stability, and universality.

These British civil servants not only have to assume the responsibility of providing necessary advice to the ministers, but are also responsible for implementing and even formulating policies-the average time of the ministers in office is 15 months, and during these 15 months they have to devote most of their energy to "" Tour constituencies, collude with the media, curry favor with the public, smear competitors, and fight for re-election." These important matters.

As a result, the ministers of various British ministries will fall into a dilemma where they can only act as clay puppets that nod and say yes, and automatically stamp their seals. The specific responsibility for handling government affairs falls on the civil servants.

As they grow older, these civil servants have richer intelligence, knowledge, and experience, and their right to speak has become stronger, and they can even directly stand above the ministers on the table.

The Labor Party and the Conservative Party take turns in power, the Prime Minister and ministers change like a stream, but the ironclad remains unchanged. Those who control the state machinery of the British Empire will always be civil servants hiding behind the scenes.

Sir Humphrey Applebeer, newly appointed Cabinet Secretary, is the embodiment of this vast bureaucracy.

He is very tall, with some silver strands in his brown curly hair, and his accent is a restrained Oxford accent-this has something to do with the Classics Department of Bailey College, Oxford University, where he graduated.

"Mr. Li Ang, since you already know about the existence of blood race."

After a brief hesitation, Sir Applebeer immediately brought into play his talents as the leader of the civil service of the British Empire

In a gentle gentleman's tone, he said in cadence: "Then you should know that the UK is the UK of the blood race, and Europe is the Europe of the blood race.

In this land, we do not want discordant murmurs, especially when it comes to our past. "

Sir Applebill did not intend to fight each other from the very beginning, not to mention how magical and realistic it is to kill a billionaire at No. 10 Downing Street, the blood clan itself is relatively gentle towards the upper elite.

Climbing to high positions in various countries without worrying about being crusaded by the Holy See, the reason why the blood clan can maintain the momentum of vigorous development, instead of being complacent and gradually shrinking like the wizards of the same sacred blood clan, is because the elders of the thirteen clans of the blood clan deeply understand that The rapid development of human society.

These dark ethnic groups who came out of the castle of evil spirits have been absorbing the elites of human society for a long time.

Any European elite who can achieve high status in the business, political, and cultural circles will receive an invitation at the end of their lifespan, an invitation from the blood clan.

The blood race will transform the aging elite into new blood races through the first embrace ceremony, and give them a second life, allowing them to contribute to the prosperity of the blood race in their lifetime.

For hundreds of years, through this method, the blood race has accumulated an unknown number of real longevity elites.

Family inheritance and marriage marriage have built an unbreakable bridge between the blood clan and the upper class of human beings.

Therefore, the blood clan is still quite lenient to those who really recognize it - Li Ang, who founded the meme company, is very honored to be classified as an "elite" class, belonging to the kind of talents who can be "united".

It's a pity that the falling flowers follow the flowing water intentionally, and the flowing water has no intention of falling in love with the falling flowers.

Li Ang certainly admires these blood races who are devoting themselves to the development of the population, but he has never believed in the theory of bloodlines and elites. He scoffed at the theory of blood races and said indifferently: "Are you threatening me?"

"It's not a threat, it's just a suggestion."

Sir Humphrey Applebill said with a smile: "We don't know how far your genetic mapping project has progressed, but we hope that you can terminate all experiments as soon as possible. If possible, it is best to hand over all relevant information to us.

Of course, we will pay the corresponding return. "

"Eh repay?"

Li Ang finished all the scones on the porcelain plate, and took a sip of Keemun black tea to swallow, "Sorry, wealth is just a number to me, and power is just a boring and empty game to me.

According to Maslow's hierarchy of needs theory, I am at the stage of satisfying my self-actualization needs, and there are too few things that can make me feel happy. "

"You are right."

Sir Humphrey Applebill nodded happily. As the behind-the-scenes elite leader who controls the state machinery of the British Empire, which country or region in the world has he not been to?It can be said that he is well-informed and has experienced many battles, so he found out the lines to deal with in minutes.

"However, a great man like you will also face an inescapable problem, life span."

The secretary-general of the cabinet frowned, and said in a solemn tone, "I have seen too many romantic people who are tortured by the dwindling energy and intelligence in their old age and dying years. .

Their decayed bodies can no longer bear the weight of their thoughts, and they can only walk towards the grave step by step.

However, as long as you voluntarily become a blood race and complete the sublimation of the essence of life in the ceremony of first embrace, all troubles will disappear, I promise you."

Li Ang waved his hand, interrupted the other party's lobbying to transform him into a blood race, and said calmly: "A person's life should be spent like this: when he looks back on the past, he will not regret it for wasting his years, nor will he Ashamed of being inactive.

In this way, at the moment of death, he can say: "My whole life and all my energy have been dedicated to the most magnificent cause in the world - to fight for the liberation of all mankind." '

Compared with this kind of magnificence and magnificence that burns itself for the sake of pure ideals, what is the blood clan who drags the inhuman twisted body, lingers on the last breath, leads beasts to eat people, and has a mind full of gossip?
Just a bunch of historical dust that should have gone to the garbage dump long ago. "

Li Ang's sarcasm was still sharp, all the blood races were dumbfounded, the reception room was dead silent, even the Prime Minister Rachel Ross couldn't help shaking his teacup.

Sir Humphrey Applebill took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, and said calmly: "It seems that you are rejecting our kindness?"

(End of this chapter)