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Conscience of heaven and earth, Ling Yan's mind was still full of tonight's proposal for a second - home intelligent robots and tax incentives.

He was arranging troops in his mind, thinking about what strategy to use to persuade those senior congressmen. He didn't even think about what Miss He said about business consultants.

They are just middlemen between the government and enterprises, glorified brokers, what can they be expected to do?There are many such people in the Capitol, wearing a business suit and holding a lot of cash in their hands. When they are close to the power, they think they can dictate the power.

So, when Ling Yan found out that this person was Qi Siming, and entered his adoptive father's office, his high-speed brain didn't have time to slow down, and his emotions and desires didn't have time to sigh, so he was stunned for a while.

Seeing that Ling Yan was silent, Qi Siming said generously, "I sent seven days of emails, seven days of flowers, and made an appointment with Miss He, but she said you don't have time... I have no choice but to come The chief is here to meet old classmates."

Ling Yan didn't move or speak.

He was originally cold and restrained, but standing there outstandingly at this time made it impossible for people to detect his emotions for a while.

Qi Siming was also a little embarrassed, so he shrugged his shoulders and got back to business, "Don't worry, my lord, I have done my homework, and I just talked with the chairman of the Intelligence Association this morning, and I just got two votes..." He said two words the name of a member of Parliament.

Finally, Ling Yan showed some expression, and he walked over with a slight smile, "You misunderstood, I didn't mean to question your ability, it was just a little unexpected that the deputy executive of Meitou actually came in person."

This night's vote is the Utopia Council's proposal.

Ling Yan always paid more attention to their proposals.This time they proposed to "remove household smart robots from the list of preferential tax policies". The general logic is that Utopia can directly act as a smart housekeeper after being updated. , should no longer enjoy preferential tax policies.

Although the public opinion of the Utopia Management Committee is very good, and every bill proposed will attract attention, but this kind of issue is really different. At least the technology companies doing related business will not be happy to see this bill passed.

For example, the technology company behind Qi Siming represented.

Ling Yan himself doesn't have any special standpoint, even if he has, it doesn't matter.

His main job is just to run the operation.

He is a knife placed by the cabinet in the Congress. Boqi's ideas are his ideas, and the cabinet's inclinations are his inclinations. All he needs to do is to find a way to get more than half of the three hundred members of Congress to vote obediently.

But those congressmen who are well-dressed and wear badges are not easy to manipulate. Apart from the most basic core values ​​of the party and different political opinions, the congressmen themselves will also have their own ideas. Every vote, persuasion and being persuaded , to change and to be changed is a trial and a game

Qi Siming accompanied Ling Yan to solicit votes throughout the noon and afternoon.

He used to read historical materials, saying that the Jacobins chatted about current affairs in the Paris Club, and when they talked about blood, they went out to march, and accidentally opened the prelude to the French Revolution.He had always treated it as a joke before, but this time he saw it with his own eyes. Political disputes can really be verbal and red-faced.

Whenever meeting a member who is difficult to deal with and the conversation is deadlocked, Qi Siming will take it easy to smooth things over and serve a few red wines that the members of the parliament can't usually afford to ease the atmosphere.

"Ling Yan, we also watched you enter the Congress. To be honest, you have done a good job these days when the Chairman of the Congress is sick. Although your style is different, you are still very good at your age. We are also very optimistic about you..."

The last two votes are up, and there is still half an hour before voting.

Ling Yan has been talking all afternoon, and if you listen carefully, you can tell that his voice is a little hoarse, but the two old congressional fritters in front of him are smelly and hard, no matter what Ling Yan said, they will just ramble To prevaricate him, they don't care about the difference between smart home machines and Utopia authorization, they just don't take Ling Yan seriously.

Seeing Ling Yan clearing his throat for the third time, Qi Siming couldn't help interrupting the two councilors and took Ling Yan aside.

He held him and said in a low voice, "You are neither Boqi nor the chairman of the council. It's normal that you can't hold them down. Don't worry."

Obviously, these words did not appease Ling Yan.He raised his eyes, "What do you want to say?"

Qi Siming turned on Utopia's projection screen and showed him the information he had collected, "They are used to doing business, you might as well ask them what they want, I know that Wei Wei wants to build a cigarette museum in his constituency..."

Ling Yan's glazed eyes narrowed slightly, "You look down on me just like them."

Qi Siming smiled helplessly, "The villain lures you for profit—if you have a good suggestion before you, just accept it, okay?"

Time is running out, and the congressmen have already started to enter the arena. The outside is in a mess. Ling Yan let out a breath, calmed down his emotions, and smiled modestly and respectfully.

"Wei Bo, I heard that you want to build a cigarette museum in District II? Uncle Liu, I heard that you want to build a garbage disposal plant in the constituency?"

The two potbellied men were probably waiting for Ling Yan's words, and at this moment they finally became interested.

Ling Yan smiled coldly, but the smile dissipated before it even reached his eyes, "There are many brands of II cigarettes, and some people gave me some. Really, what should I say? Nausea, I don’t think the cigarettes in your constituency need to be put in a museum, they can be transported directly to Uncle Liu’s garbage disposal plant..."

"Ayan!" Qi Siming stopped him, but obviously, it was too late.

Ling Yan's thinking is quick, such a person usually speaks very fast, and he has been immersed in the Congress for a long time, and he is also good at eloquence.

"The government is facing a shutdown, and you are still here waiting for a ticket. I am ashamed of you. In the party group under the chairman of the committee, the members will only be rewarded for their outstanding performance. You two exchange your votes for rewards, and you will go in and vote later, you, both of you, vote against me—”

Ling Yan's face was frosty, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, so cold that it was unreasonable. He pointed at the collars of the two councilors and leaned towards their ears.

What Ling Yan said, the expressions of the two middle-aged men changed instantly. Qi Siming immediately understood the first reaction mixed with annoyance and panic, and the matter was settled.

Ling Yan politely withdrew and didn't say much, just said, "Thank you both for changing your mind."

When voting that night, Qi Siming waited outside.

He was smoking an electronic cigarette, and was holding the steering wheel. It was a rare nostalgia, and he went to think about the boy ten years ago.

What was he like back then?I remember that he didn't like socializing very much, he didn't care about people, he liked to hold the computer to go through data, and he was too lazy to be thoughtful when others talked to him...Unfortunately, the figures in those time gaps were blurred, and he could only think of these.

Only today is played back in my head over and over again: a handsome young man in a suit, talking eloquently, facing a difficult opponent, either with a serious face, or a competent demeanor, with an imposing manner... No matter what kind of face he is, he is not the boy he used to be , it just adds to the charm.

When Ling Yan came out, he got into his car directly, probably because the voting result was good, and he even made a joke with him.

Everyone is an adult.Adults are not troublesome, with one look, it is clear at a glance, and there is no need to be hypocritical.

Qi Siming drove directly to the nearest high-end hotel and asked for a luxury suite. In order to deceive others, he went in first.After waiting for 10 minutes, Ling Yan swiped his card to come in, and Qi Siming hugged him directly from behind.

The slightly narrow notched collar made Ling Yan's neck particularly slender and sexy. Qi Siming touched him through a layer of shirt, kissing him impulsively and impatiently. Ling Yan's kissing skills surprised him too. The lips and tongue moved in and out slowly, he was stunned for a moment, and then indulged in a moment.

They did not speak.

They had nothing to say.

Their affection is too light.It's so light that there's nothing to remember, nothing to complain about.

On that kingsize bed, they used alcohol to kill the field and spirits to get into the state, and everything went with the flow.Intense, carefree, desperate, they played fiercely, and Qi Siming, a veteran of Hua Cong, had never played with anyone to that extent.

He bound his hands with Ling Yan's shirt, the black fabric was shiny with restraint, and every stitch was so exquisite and expensive, he came up to him from behind, holding his tie to strangle his lower body, desperately Calling his name, like a dog that is in full bloom, is hungry and thirsty.

Ling Yan's physical condition is very good, the kind that has been carefully developed and familiar with sex.

Qi Siming felt like he was going crazy.

When they kiss, when they ejaculate, they throw themselves into lust, they can't think.Pleasure throbs the body, skin rubbing can shudder, they are knotted, entangled, like snakes copulating, like beasts copulating, whatever it is, it's not human anyway.

Qi Siming was almost confused in the thrill of dying.

He didn't know what he was commemorating, or what he wanted to keep. His thoughts condensed into memories, and what was frozen was the sudden ten-year separation. What happened before the separation, and what happened after the separation, both of them knew very well. Those things are not funny at all, and they are not at all calm.

When the clouds collected and the rain cleared, he took out a tissue to wipe Ling Yan's lower body.

Ling Yan was trembling, trembling whenever he touched it.

Qi Siming searched his brains, trying to brew a love story, as he used to say, to those beauties who are acting on every occasion, to those dewy love.But when he faced Ling Yan, he couldn't say anything.