Zombies don't need to rest

Sitting down on the sofa, Pei Bin's eyes gradually became confused, and then gradually became firm.

Looking up at the non-existent moon in the sky, a low growl came out of his throat.

The voice was not loud, like someone whispering.

But the weird tone made the whole room fall into an unknown atmosphere.

As time passed, Pei Bin got up slowly, knelt on the ground and raised his hands high to the sky, the voice in his throat became louder and louder.

Finally, he uttered the first clearly audible tone.

The voice echoed in the room, and Pei Bin heard his own voice:

"wind!"

The sound made Pei Bin, who was kneeling on the ground, tremble suddenly, and the whole person quickly returned to normal in the next second.

This process came and went quickly, just a trance, Pei Bin looked down at himself kneeling on the ground: "What happened just now? Did I say something?"

He stood up quickly, only feeling a little sluggish.

One stood unsteadily and sat back on the sofa, looking blankly at the surrounding walls.

When his eyes shifted to the stack of books on the desk, he rushed to open the topmost book "Myth, Life and Space" like a starving person who had been hungry for three days and saw the food.

It wasn't until the cell phone rang to remind him that the factory was about to open in half an hour, that Pei Bin put down the book and hurriedly put on his work clothes and left the house.

He walked quickly along the way, and finally arrived at the factory just in time for the start of work. After standing firmly in his position, he saw Jiang Yang, who was diagonally opposite, looking at him with a smile.

"Brother Yang, I just now"

As soon as the words came out, Jiang Yang nodded: "I know, remember to come to the tavern at night, Xiao Feng has prepared a study room for you, and we can talk after class is over."

he knows?

Pei Bin really wanted to tell Jiang Yang what a strange thing he had just experienced, but when he saw Jiang Yang's red eyes, he immediately felt that the other party seemed to know everything.

He silently lowered his head and looked at the starting assembly line. The idea of ​​going to the moon quickly dissipated, and he skillfully picked up the drawn energy cards and put them on the testing equipment.

Jiang Yang looked at his movements and smiled unobservably, raised his hand and pierced the black spike into his temple, and started a new day's work.

At noon, an unremarkable car slowly drove out of No. [-] house of Longyin.

Crossing the streets and alleys, they finally stopped in front of a small group of low-rise buildings located on the periphery of the third block.

Fan Zishan took a deep breath and opened the door to get out of the car. After finishing his clothes, he knocked on the door.

"dong dong dong"

With three unhurried beeps, the door was opened by an old man with gray temples.

Seeing Fan Zishan frowned: "You don't work hard, what are you doing here?"

Fan Zishan changed his usual majesty, bowed his head respectfully and said, "Dad, I want to eat home food."

Looking at him, the old man knew that he was here for something, so he turned around and entered the room: "Close the door."

After closing the door gently, Fan Zishan followed the old man to the study.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw the old man pointing to the tea set on the table.

There was no servant in the old man's house, so Fan Zishan took off his formal attire and skillfully boiled water to make tea.

It wasn't until the two of them had a round of drinking that the old man said slowly, "What did I tell you when you were elected?"

Fan Zishan lowered his head and replied: "Don't be surprised when things happen, don't be chaotic, have a degree of relaxation, think twice before acting."

"Then look at what you look like now." The old man was very dissatisfied with Fan Zishan's flustered performance.

But he also knew that it was no small matter to make Fan Zishan become like this. Pushing the tea bowl aside, the old man looked at his son

"Tell me about it"

Fan Zishan took a deep breath: "In the prison cell last night, Cai Wuen fought with Jiang Yang. The cell was severely damaged, but Jiang Yang didn't seem to be injured."

The old man shook his head: "Say the second thing"

Fan Zishan spoke again: "I asked the manager Zhang Miao of Longteng Entertainment Company, he said that Luo Jincheng intends to allow some zombies to do business independently, and has already obtained the support of the Commonwealth Bank. The next step is to discuss it with the council. support for his plan, the issue is likely to pass”

After speaking, he sat quietly on the chair, waiting for his father's response.

But beyond his expectation, the old man said another thing.

"During the execution this morning, why didn't you announce it yourself?"

When Fan Zishan was stunned, the old man slowly got up and walked to the window: "You are worried that the current public opinion of the Federation will make you a target of public criticism, and you are afraid of being targeted by those who do not approve of the death penalty."

He turned around and looked at Fan Zishan with already cloudy eyes: "You have missed a great opportunity. If you announced the execution in person in the morning, it would be the first federal legal reform in the eyes of all those who support the death penalty." The one with the gun is you"

Looking at Fan Zishan who didn't understand, the old man pointed out the window and said:

"Where is this place? This is the NO.11 base city, and it's your Fan Zishan's territory. On your own territory, you're actually afraid of those whining mice who don't know how to hide in the corner of the gutter?"

Fan Zishan was stunned.

The old man sighed and continued: "You contacted Sun Jicai and the others, and made a deal with Mr. Jiang, but when it was time to share the cake, you became soft and dared not go on stage. Mr. Jiang spoke against Luo Jincheng in public, but No one will remember him, because he is a zombie! And you, who were supposed to pick peaches, didn't show up at the most critical moment. Your deal is really worth it."

Fan Zishan felt as if a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and he lowered his head in shame.

"I was wrong"

The old man patted him on the shoulder: "It's not too late to understand now. Go back and find Lao Jiu and ask him to write a decent manuscript for you and send it out. Remember, there is no turning back when you open the bow. You are already in the team now. Then You have to clearly state your point of view and position, and for some things, you should get ahead when it’s time to get ahead.”

"Huh~" Fan Zishan let out a long breath: "I understand."

The old man nodded: "As for Mr. Jiang's strength, why, do you feel insecure?"

Fan Zishan said seriously: "The combat power inferred from the situation on the spot, unless it is equipped with the ninth-generation heavy combat armor, otherwise it will not be able to stop Jiang Yang's attack at all."

Seeing his serious look, the old man smiled and shook his head: "You, you are thinking too much. If that Mr. Jiang really wants to deal with us, the biggest threat is not force."

But he didn't tell Fan Zishan what the threat was, he just asked him to go back and think for himself.

"You are the mayor, you can't ask me everything, go back and think for yourself, what is more terrifying than a powerful fist?"

The old man stopped talking and cooked two dishes himself.

After the father and son had dinner, the old man sent Fan Zishan to the door: "As for the second question you mentioned, why don't you discuss it with Mr. Jiang, don't worry, he is a reasonable person, and he won't treat you for no reason. What, instead, he is a help to you"

He tilted his head and thought for a while: "What did those zombies say, oh, I remembered, Mr. Jiang, it's your golden finger."

28 Dad, I have a golden finger!

"Mr. Jiang is my golden finger?"

Fan Zishan, who returned to the mayor's office, murmured in a low voice, and then returned to his previous majestic state.

The housekeeper, Lao Jiu, came in with the written manuscript. Fan Zishan carefully familiarized himself with the content and handed it back.

Lao Jiu handed the manuscript to a secretary outside the door and told him to publish it in all media.

After closing the door, Fan Zishan looked at Lao Jiu: "Prepare the record of the conversation with Zhang Miao last night, and take it with you when you meet Mr. Jiang at night."

Lao Jiu nodded and went to prepare the materials.

Fan Zishan took out Jiang Yang's information again.

But after watching it for a long time, he still didn't understand what the bigger threat his father was talking about was.

Are those zombies who only follow Jiangyang's lead?

or something else?

But judging from what his father meant, it seemed that Mr. Jiang would not deal with him at all, which made Fan Zishan feel a little more relaxed.

Reluctantly putting the documents back, Fan Zishan began to deal with the official duties of the day.

As night fell, Fan Zishan suddenly asked in the car on the way to Wufeng Tavern, "Tell me, if Luo Jincheng's proposal really comes true, how can we determine which zombies can do business independently?"

Lao Jiu, who was driving the car, thought for a while and shook his head: "I don't know, it should be like Cai Wuen, I feel that with the habits of the chairman, the aspect of employing people is more inclined to be familiar with him."

Fan Zishan asked again: "Then do you think it is possible that Luo Jincheng knew that something would happen to Cai Wuen, so he arranged for him?"

The car stopped at the intersection of traffic lights, Lao Jiu looked at Fan Zishan through the rearview mirror and said, "So it means that the chairman of the prime minister also intends to restart the death sentence? Then why didn't he bring it up himself?"

Fan Zishan shook his head: "Who knows, he can't be afraid of being gossiped by those who don't support the death penalty, right? But I think Mr. Jiang seems to know Luo Jincheng's temper very well, maybe he will know the answer"

Old Nine replied: "Maybe, the chief executive is too mysterious"

Until now, people still can't understand why Luo Jincheng can live for more than 200 years, but there have always been rumors among the people that he has a higher level of genetic medicine in his hand.

In addition, he seldom leaves Base City No. [-], and it is a place where he is absolutely loyal to Luo Jincheng, so there is no way to verify these rumors.

Fan Zishan sighed, and the car stopped at the entrance of Wufeng Tavern.

Feng Wenbin had already waited in advance, and when he saw Fan Zishan get off the car, he warmly came up to greet him.

Lao Jiu took the file bag and followed Fan Zishan into the Windless Tavern.

As soon as they entered the door, they saw the two biscuit jars in the middle of the hall, and Jiang Yang was sitting near the counter.

amount.

read newspaper?

It has been 100 years since the federation's network has fully resumed operation. Does anyone really read newspapers?

According to Fan Zishan's understanding, it seemed that during Jiang Yang's lifetime, newspapers had been reduced to artifacts of cleaning glass, and basically no one read them.

But when he saw the picture of Jiang Yang sitting on a chair with a newspaper and carefully checking the content on it, he felt that such a scene did not feel inconsistent.

The tavern, which is not brightly lit, is surrounded by noisy voices, discussing the recent strange events in the Federation. A zombie that has lived for more than 200 years is sitting on a dark red wooden chair and flipping through a newspaper.

The whole picture is unusually harmonious.

Fan Zishan came over, and Jiang Yang put down the Federal Evening News in his hand to shake hands with him, and then said with a smile, "I wondered why I didn't see Mayor Fan at the scene of the execution in the morning, and now I understand that Mayor Fan stayed behind after reading this article." Such a trick"

Fan Zishan, who had just been educated by his father at noon and now realized that he had made a huge negligence, felt a little embarrassed.

He smiled, sat on the chair without changing his face and heartbeat, and said, "Then I don't know what Mr. Jiang thinks about this matter?"

Jiang Yang pointed to the two jars in the middle of the hall: "Isn't that just opening, is Mayor Fan interested in taking a gamble?"

Fan Zishan carefully looked at the similar number of biscuits in the jar, shook his head, and pointed to the newspaper on the table.

Jiang Yang nodded: "Indeed, Mayor Fan's article has already been published, and it's useless to you whether you bet or not."

The housekeeper Lao Jiu sat quietly aside, Fan Zishan took a sip of the wine brought by Feng Wenbin, and said a little curiously: "I thought Mr. Jiang wouldn't read this kind of physical newspaper."

Jiang Yang smiled and folded the newspaper up and handed it to Fan Wenbin for safekeeping. Then he took out his mobile phone and clicked on a message, put it on the table and said:

"When you post a message on the Internet, you can change it whenever you want, and delete it when you want to delete it. But if you print it on paper with ink and sell it, and write it clearly in black and white, you will have no chance of regretting it. "

Fan Zishan froze for a moment, thinking that Jiang Yang's words seemed to be talking about himself.

After thinking about it for a while, he understood.

Jiang Yang was reminding himself that since this article was published, he would be a firm supporter of the death penalty from now on.

This point is consistent with what his father said to stand firm. Fan Zishan nodded and said: "If there is no death penalty, how can we talk about legal justice?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that after he said this, Jiang Yang's attitude seemed to become more friendly.

But this change in attitude is extremely subtle, and Fan Zishan has no way of fully understanding it.

The two celebrated first, and at the same time Fan Zishan also expressed his gratitude to Jiang Yang, thanks to him consuming Cai Wuen in advance so that there was no accident in today's execution.

After an hour, it was almost time for Fan Zishan to leave before they started talking about business.

Fan Zishan first talked about his conversation with Zhang Miao, and then asked Lao Jiu to hand over the conversation record to Jiang Yang.

After quickly flipping through the content of the conversation, Jiang Yang put down the document in his hand and asked, "What does Mayor Fan think about the federal plan to expand armaments?"

Fan Zishan frowned. He thought Jiang Yang would ask about allowing zombies to do business, but he didn't expect to ask about military equipment.

He replied very cautiously: "The expansion of armaments is not a trivial matter. Now the relationship between the federation and the European, Middle East, and even African federations is very tense. At this time, the expansion of armaments is likely to lead to regional conflicts, and may even lead to the alliance of several other parties." against us"

He glanced at Jiang Yang, but he didn't say anything in his heart.

Although his father told him that he didn't need to worry too much about Jiang Yang's attack on him, judging from the scene where Jiang Yang and Cai Wuen fought, even a zombie like Cai Wuen had quite amazing fighting power.

If a zombie riot does occur, a strong military force is the basis for stability.

Jiang Yang asked calmly: "Does Mayor Fan disagree with the expansion of armaments?"

Fan Zishan frowned, a little uncertain about Jiang Yang's attitude.