The president is with her political enemies [Interstellar]

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Sid Digger glanced at her and opened the contract.

She read very carefully, almost word for word.

Sid Digger knows that many people are waiting for her attitude, so she needs time, needs time to weigh the pros and cons, and make a decision.

Most of the extraterritorial weapons of mass destruction are used in outer space warfare, and such wars are often large-scale wars.

The alliance has a special obsession with weapons of mass destruction outside the territory. From the beginning to the end, it shows that the alliance has ambitions. It has always had ambitions, the ambition to challenge the empire, and the ambition that has grown since the alliance was born.

She glanced at Cynthia from the corner of her eye, and found that the other party was leaning on the chair and dozing off, as if the meeting had ended.

The empire does not conduct too in-depth research on weapons of mass destruction, and its level is in the upper middle.In Siddig's opinion, this kind of thing is no different from the missiles of the early years, but she prefers uranium bombs to the alliance's latest research "God's Wrath".

The pen twirled a few times in her hand and finally fell down.

The tip of the pen poked on the snow-white paper, and a puddle of ink spread out.

"Sorry, it's leaking." Sid Digger said, "Is there a backup?"

The secretary came and got Sid Digger a new one, but Sid Diger didn't sign it.

"I don't have any opinion." Siddig said: "I don't think there is a need to discuss this document. This is an era of peace. The imperial economy has entered the era of recovery for less than 100 years, and I have no preparations for another hundred years of war. "

"But proper self-defense is essential," Cynthia said.

"Yes, appropriate." Sid Digger smiled, running her fingers across the document, "no one stopped appropriate armaments. We all know that economic development without the protection of the state apparatus is just a big cake. But what is appropriate ?Is it appropriate for military spending to account for 14.00% of fiscal expenditure?"

"The alliance is in a period of economic upswing, and it is not too much to increase military expenditures year by year. Moreover, most of the world economy is currently in a slump. Cutting expenditures has resulted in a reduction in the proportion. Is it unfair to use such data to compare the alliance?" Cynthia disagrees.

Sid Digger doubted that she would be able to say the next sentence: "I'm not targeting anyone, I'm saying that everyone in this room is rubbish."

"I know you will have such doubts," Siddig said, "Compared to the military expenditures of various countries in the economic heyday, none of them has reached such an exaggerated data of 14.00%."

"If the biggest reference is the empire, then I can refute it like this, sir, when the empire was at its peak, how many countries were there in this world, and how many had the same strength as the empire?"

"So, what does Lord Ernos mean?"

"No sign." Cynthia glanced at her watch, "Is it time for the meeting to end?"

……

Siddiger declined to participate in the afternoon meeting.

Dorothy put the newspaper in front of her. The title was impressive----The conflict between the Imperial Alliance intensified, and the two major military groups faced a showdown.

Dorothy said meaningfully: "Acting is bad for the country, Your Excellency."

Sid Digger spread out the newspaper. "We have to admit that sometimes good acting works to everyone's advantage."

"To whom?"

"to us."

……

Rubis stared at the picture of Siddiger on the glass and sighed irritably.

"Are you in love with her?" The team doctor put a box of yogurt on her table, "You probably have no chance. It is said on the Internet that she likes fair-skinned girls with blond hair and blue eyes, or those who are younger than her. You are 27 years old. Alright."

Lubis spread her hands and said, "Yes, I can't beg her, I even want to kill her in vain to have her forever." She drew a circle on Russell's photo with a black pen, "Do you think Seamus begged Russell? And how likely is it not to turn love into hate?"

The team doctor glanced at the man in the photo who was less than 40 years old but had lost all his hair, and said cautiously: "According to those rumors, I think it's zero. I think it's more realistic to kill people by obstructing them."

Rubis slammed the pen out, "Come on, let's get coffee."

The team doctor smiled and said, "Your treat."

They picked a coffee shop nearby, which was retro in style and had almost no customers.

"I can already foresee the quality of this coffee." The team doctor sighed.

They sat against the wall, and the wall was covered with all kinds of famous paintings - fakes.

There is a label in the lower right corner of the painting, clearly indicating the price and the time of painting.

One of them may be greatly influenced by Monet's "The Capitol in the Fog". The painting is named "White Hall in the Fog". Unlike the former, the latter is a pile of gray and yellow pigments.

"Where's Whitehall?" Rubis frowned and asked the waiter who brought the coffee.

"In the fog." The other party replied.

Rubis glanced at the label, May 22.

She stood up abruptly and hit the table, causing the coffee on the table to shake violently.

The team doctor held down his cup, "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to buy the painting," Rubis said.

The team doctor took a sip of coffee, and the indescribably bitter taste spread from the tip of her tongue. She stuck out her tongue and asked seriously, "Have you found Whitehall?"

Lubis said: "No, the heavy fog on the Capital Star is too rare, and this documentary oil painting is worth a lifetime collection."

"Documentary? What documentary?"

She touched the rough frame of the oil painting and said with a smile, "We are witnessing history."

……

The night wind blew across Cynthia's face.

She smoked a cigarette while wandering in the garden, and all the interviews were dismissed by her because she was not feeling well.

She had just showered, her hair was still wet, and she still smelled of body wash, but no one would compliment it all under the circumstances.

Especially Siddiger, whose eyes just brushed her side were very cold.

The next morning, Cynthia was visibly depressed, she didn't respond to many questions, and there were still many opinions that were completely different from the empire's. After a morning meeting, Siddiger's face was terribly ugly.

"Mr. Enos," Siddiger said to her at the end of the meeting, "may I have half an hour? I want to talk to you."

Cynthia nodded drowsily.

The lounge is very quiet, and the aroma of roses is spit out from the humidifier unhurriedly. Such a comfortable environment makes people fall asleep in a second.

"If you had a fever like this, I might be tempted to shoot you in the head," said Sid Digger, touching her brow, which was scorchingly hot. "Are you three years old?" She was Laughed angrily.

Cynthia murmured, "Did you know? Since I was two years old, I have had a health check-up every three days. All the pills are for prevention. I have never taken medicine subjectively since I grew up."

Sid Digger took Cynthia's cell phone and texted her secretary, telling the secretary what medicine to buy and to deliver it right away.

Cynthia had no words to describe the shock on the secretary's face when she saw her with Sid Digger.

"Give me the medicine." Siddig's tone was very familiar, as if she and Cynthia were very close, "Your Excellency Ernos is fine, but has a little fever."

The secretary thought to himself: I am not worried about her illness, I am more worried about you.

In the minds of the accompanying officials of the Union, there is no more dangerous person than Siddig.

This woman had better be ten meters away from Cynthia.

"You may go back, Catherine," said Cynthia feebly.

"But sir..."

"Nothing but, I'm fine, really, really fine."