After wearing the book, I made the villains cry

Chapter 117 Don’t Lose and Never Forget (46)

"Then please answer me a question, Mr. Leng."

Leng Wenxie said calmly: "Please speak."

"You just said that social stability is conducive to prosperity and development. I don't deny that. However, the so-called stability in J City, if you want to describe it in one way - please forgive me - is a pool of stagnant water. "

The colleague next to him, who was joking with him just now that Minister Wu was too short, pulled the hem of his clothes nervously at this moment, signaling him to be more careful when speaking.

Su Xi also took a look at him:
This man's words are too merciless.

But the person who asked the question was unmoved and continued:

"I heard that among the laws of City J, there is a "Biochemical Human Self-Discipline Management Law". Because of this law, the biochemical humans in J City are currently facing a very difficult living environment.

From my perspective as a foreigner, the situation of disadvantaged groups in City J is very poor.

Is your so-called stability obtained by trampling on the interests of vulnerable groups? ! "

The man raised several questions in one breath, and the discussion that had been buzzing a few minutes ago became silent again after the man's questioning ended.

Everyone is waiting for Leng Wenxie's reply.

This conference was broadcast live, and his reply was actually equivalent to giving the whole world an explanation and an answer.

The man who asked the question sat down unhurriedly, and the colleague next to him was speechless due to excessive shock:
"...You, did you take the medicine, did you not take the medicine, or did you take the wrong medicine?"

The man patted his colleague's leg lightly:
"Don't worry, this is a mission for me, and it's all through Qi. Do you think I would jump up and ask questions on such an occasion without saying hello? I don't have that much sense of justice."

He said and looked towards the podium leisurely, "You can watch how he performs later. The answers to these questions have already been written in his speech, and he wants to use this opportunity to announce it to the world, and I am just a That's all."

"You can do it, why didn't you tell me in advance about this kind of thing? Did our leader arrange it for you? I knew that you have an unusual relationship with the leader. It seems that you really like men..."

"Shut up, live broadcast, you see that camera is filming me, you will also be in the camera, be serious."

"Oops, my nose is oily, it's over, I'm not handsome anymore..."

There was a few seconds of silence.

Leng Wenxie didn't speak, but just looked at the questioner expressionlessly.

This is a speech skill of Leng Wenxie. He needs a few seconds to whet the appetite of the participants. At the same time, all the audience watching the live broadcast outside the venue are looking forward to how he will answer these tricky questions. .

After a while, the man said leisurely:
"Your questions are very good, and the answers to these questions are exactly the philosophy that City J wants to convey to the world.

There are two kinds of freedom, one is to follow one's inclinations, and the other is to be carefree.In the chaotic era of nuclear war and nuclear winter, people do whatever they want, causing many problems. We can even say that the product of 'excessive freedom' is nuclear winter.Since we already know the consequences of freedom, why don't we correct our mistakes?If history cannot be used as a mirror, then what is the point of the pain and loss we have endured so far?

Now, everyone in our city J is under the regulations, and everyone lives in safety without fear. This is also a kind of freedom, and this kind of freedom is obviously better than before. "

"Good! Well said!"

As soon as the words were finished, the leaders of the phalanx of cyborgs and the phalanx of maids took the lead in applauding desperately, and the audience also applauded.

Leng Wenxie smiled slightly, and continued to talk about other issues.

at this time.

A woman's figure appeared in the middle of the aisle of the east auditorium.

In a simple, tailored white dress with delicate lace trim at the corners, the woman was unlike anyone else in the room:

In City J, everyone uses clothes to distinguish their identities.

High-ranking officials in power wear suits, wives wear dark blue, ordinary people wear brown, cyborgs wear white jumpsuits, and maids wear uniform "black garbage bag" dresses. Even visiting female foreign guests are required to Put on a neat light gray suit - just like the one Su Xi is wearing at the moment.

As for the white dress on this woman, the sharp-eyed young women present all recognized that it was the main style of a certain niche brand before the nuclear winter.

At that time, they still had the freedom to wear different kinds of clothes.Unlike now, clothes are just business cards to distinguish identities.

And now the woman in the white dress, she doesn't belong to any group.

She belongs only to herself.

She is just herself.

She walked without hesitation, from the end of the aisle near the door to the center. Although her body was thin, she exuded an aura that no one could stop.

In the palm of her right hand, she was holding a cylinder about five centimeters long. At the end of the cylinder, there was a red dot, twinkling.

Walking from the end of the aisle, there is a distance of about 100 meters.

She passed the phalanx of maids, phalanx of cyborgs, wives and children, foreign guests, cameramen, reporters.

She moved forward steadily, no one stopped her, even the security personnel in the venue, as if she couldn't see her, let her walk from the end to the podium.

She walked past the area where the foreign guests were seated, and passed Su Xi's position. She paused for a while, as if she had injected a little more determination, and continued to walk forward.

Among the 12 veterans, except for Leng Wenxie, eleven of them were sitting in the first row, just watching the woman in white pass by.

They couldn't figure out the situation, so that no one made a sound to stop them.

Leng Wenxie, who was still speaking on stage, finally noticed her.

At this moment, she was only ten steps away from her.

"Leng's."

With confusion and disgust in his eyes, he subconsciously called out her code name.

Then shouted towards the left corner, in the direction of the venue security personnel:
"She shouldn't be here. Please take her away."

The security guard wearing sunglasses stood motionless in the shadows in the corner as if he hadn't heard it.

Leng Wenxie was a little impetuous:
"I said, come and get her under control!"

Chunzi lifted her white dress, with a cold smile on her face, and walked up the steps of the podium step by step.

The 11-member elder sitting in the first row was dumbfounded watching this situation.

The spotlight falls on the top of the woman's head.

Leng Wenxie couldn't figure out the situation at all. He called for someone but no one came, so he stood still.

Junzi found the nearest camera, smiled sadly at the world, and slowly raised his right hand.

Leng Wenxie understood everything at this moment.

His eyes were full of despair and fear.

He wanted to escape, but found that his feet were shaking so much that he couldn't move.

It wasn't until this moment that he understood:
It turns out that death has a smell.

He really smelled the breath of death - the smell of sulfur.

(End of this chapter)