Chapter Ninety-Seven: A Day Behind the President
In a bar on New Year's Day, the two of them used to hold spirits. Facing the back of the man in his trench coat who walked down the gangway of the old-fashioned transport plane, he whispered in the midst of the crowd of revelers: "Respect, our president." β
Today on the sofa in Wangdu Apartment, Xu Le and Shi Qinghai glanced at each other, picked up the water on the table and drank it all, fell into a short silence, and did not speak. Knowing what is going on in each other's hearts, can they be trusted to be their presidents who once laughed and attributed to themselves?
"Calm down. Shi Qinghai put the water glass on the table and broke the silence and said.
Xu Le nodded, although they are not people who have been raised by political schemes, but they have seen too many life and death on the battlefield, so naturally they will not be the kind of hot-blooded young man who can throw his whole wealth into the casino at will with a hot mind.
"But that's not MedellΓn after all. He frowned and stared at the materials on the table, and said, "As I said just now, this is a big problem within the Federation, and we need help." β
Mr. President should be trustworthy, and don't forget that he has always admired you He raised his head, looked at Shi Qinghai and said with a smile: "There are not many people who dare to appreciate you." β
"But we never lose our gratitude for someone's appreciation. Shi Qinghai replied with a smile: "Maybe." We don't need anyone's appreciation in the first place
Xu Le stood up and walked into the bedroom to inspect the workbench in the black box, and the voice came out from behind the door. Some of them replied, very seriously: "Don't forget what I said earlier. β
There was a soft tick and a light blue light, and Xu Leping stretched out his hands to accept the strict security check. Waiting for the permission of the monitoring network to be confirmed, he has been to this building that represents the supreme power of the Federation many times, and he has long lost the initial excitement and the slightest bit of confusion, and is so calm that he is even a little numb. I was able to have extra energy to look through the glass and look at the snowflakes flying outside the mansion
After completing the security check, he was taken by the Secret Service security officers to the General Office, but as soon as he stepped on the precious blanket in the side corridor of the office, the ancient door in front of him was pushed open. More than a dozen senior federal government officials surrounded the dark-skinned Mr. President. Walk quickly to the other end of the hallway, as you walk. The officials continued to report, and Mr. President's footsteps did not stop at all, nodding his head in agreement from time to time.
Xu Le looked at that place in confusion, if Mr. President had something to deal with, when would he see him, would he have to wait in the president's mansion for a day?
At this moment, President Pabur suddenly stopped, asked Director Brin beside him in a deep voice, and then looked back. Staring at Xu Le on the other end of the corridor, he said loudly, "Keep up." β
With the gaze of Mr. President and his order. The inside of the official residence, which was as busy as a vegetable market, suddenly fell silent, and all the staff of the official residence looked at the corner where Xu Le was, and when they saw that it was the officer who was Xu Le, their faces showed a look of understanding.
Xu Le was a little surprised, and hurriedly walked over with a black workbench, and the staff around President Pabul quickly got out of the way.
When he got closer, Mr. President Bisheng did not give him any instructions, not even a cold noise, and walked straight away with everyone to the outside of the official residence, leaving only one simple word:
"Poison!"
"Where are you going?" Xu Le looked at Mr. President's shoulder and subconsciously muttered.
The head of the parliament, Hillblin, said expressionlessly beside him.
In the morning, there was a lively custody lawsuit, and then reunited with Shi Gongzi, poured a bottle of spirits, and got together in a place to grit his teeth like a tabloid and vowed to pull out the small of the federal bigwigs from the dung heap, and then he was summoned to the president's residence by a phone call, and began to carry a heavy black suitcase, followed Mr. President to many places, met many people, and Xu Le, who still had the residual influence of alcohol in his brain, couldn't react for a while, and many years later he still remembered the hectic silence and confusion of the day in the deep winter of the seventy-first year of the Xian calendar.
For seven hours, Xu Le accompanied President Pabul to the closed-door heated arguments of the Parliamentary Hill Military Budget Committee, participated in two unshirkable afternoon teas, and had a fruitful meeting with the corporate members of the Four States Rim Mountain Foundation. But he never got a specific amount of talk, and he attended a dinner party sponsored by the Veterans Association. At the meeting, Mr. President delivered an enthusiastic speech in which he expressed full appreciation and strong confidence in the performance of the federal forces on the Imperial front. At nightfall, Mr. President entered the building of the Ministry of National Defense and began to listen to the latest war report made by the military.
During the whole process, Xu Le has been standing less than two meters away from Mr. President, taking the place of the security officer of the Secret Service, squinting a little uncomfortably and vigilantly looking at the flattering smiles around him, the enthusiastic people, and the parliamentarians with a deep face of scheming. Veterans who stood up and cheered wildly. Parliament Hill, Liufeng Slope Clubhouse, Xishan Hotel, Ministry of Defense Building, and the convoy hurriedly went back and forth. Everywhere President Pabul went, there was a solemn silence, everyone bowed their heads in greeting, and Bu Yi also noticed that President Jing Sheng was inadvertently behind him, and he also offered his clothes. Those who noticed this wondered whether Mr. President would bring Colonel Hsu Le to these occasions.
There are too many scenes like this, and there are too many distances to walk. So much so that even Xu Le felt that his ankle was a little pantothenic. The straight colonel's uniform began to get wet. Facial muscles with no expression began to stiffen,
Looking at Mr. President, who was still full of energy in front of him, shook hands with every federal officer very strongly, and spoke in a thick and loud voice, Xu Le couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion, he felt extremely tired without any expression, how could Mr. President maintain a cheerful smile for a whole day?
Standing in the most secret war hall of the Ministry of National Defense, standing behind Mr. President, Xu Le put his hands behind his back, and his posture was extremely standard, he ignored the puzzled gazes of the officers behind the glass door. The eyes behind the sunglasses narrowed slightly, staring at President Pabul's dark neck and the glare of gray hair.
Time is indeed the most terrible thing, the man who won the support of the whole federal people with his personal charm, changed from a small lawyer to the president of the federation, entered the presidential residence for several years, and was still a little tired and vicissitudes of life by busy political affairs and time.
While guessing the true intention of Mr. President to walk around with him, Xu Le noticed the change in Mr. President, and he became thinner. As a result, the corners of the eyebrows appear higher and clearer, at the same time. Mr. Pabur, who was the sharpest of his orators as a lawyer and a member of parliament, has now become president and is much more mild-mannered and calm, and though often silent, he has a very powerful feeling.
When I returned to the presidential residence covered in grass and snow, it was almost meaningful.
On a dining table covered with gold-covered hand-woven floral cloth. There were just a few servings of food, two bowls of hot pea soup, which looked particularly cold compared to the priceless oil paintings on the walls and the sumptuous silver imperial utensils beside the food.
President Pabur and Xu Le sat at opposite ends of the table. The two of them were munching on the wheat bun without grooming, and drank pea soup that had been heated for an unknown number of times, thus giving it a strange yellow meat taste.
The waiter took away the dishes, and President Pabur thanked him, then patted his chest in satisfaction, took the hot towel and wiped the corners of his eyes vigorously. Suddenly, he said, "What do you think?"
The contrast between the hot white towel covering Mr. President's dark face was particularly stark, and the sudden questioning seeped out from under the hot white mist, and it sounded a little strange in tone.
"I have some feelings, but I don't know if it's what you want Xu Le wiped his mouth with a hot towel. Honestly replied.
"It's a good situation right now, it's very good that President Pabul put down the hot towel. Looking at him from a distance across the dining table, he said calmly: "But in fact, good and bad are always just a thin line. β
"The government needs money now, it needs higher authority. More and more extensive support is needed. The troops of the front line are gathered to have a stable and unshakable rear
President Pabur's gaze was very calm, and there was no pressure, but for some reason, Xu Le didn't want to be looked directly at by him, and subconsciously looked down at the hot towel in his hand, watching the hot mist slowly disperse.
"There is a lot of pressure on the government, a lot of pressure on the army. I was also under a lot of pressure. President Pabur continued to say slowly: "The parliamentary interim military budget bill, I don't know when it will be passed, if the front line cannot maintain the victory. If the resource recovery of the cannon system cannot be accelerated. I really doubt that this government will go bankrupt. β
"Of course, it's a joke. Mr. President smiled, revealing a mouthful of bright white teeth, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes showed that the joke was actually exhausting him.
Xu Le held the hot towel tightly, feeling that the temperature was disappearing for a while, and after a long silence, he finally said with difficulty: "I understand." But as you said at the time of the election, no choice can be made at the expense of others. β
President Pabur nodded and said calmly: "I understand it too, but I must remind you. The judicial process at the federal level should not be subject to human interference. β
"I didn't think about it, and I didn't have the ability to interfere with the federal justice process. Xu Le raised his head. Explained seriously: "I am a stakeholder, and I think Commander Zhong's daughter should have the right to get back what belongs to her. β
President Pabur looked at him with a solemn expression and said in a deep voice: "But you are not an ordinary person, your words and deeds will affect the opinions of many people, and even affect the judge's verdict! You are not only a federal hero who is deeply loved by the people, but also represents the will of the marshal to a certain extent, so you must be cautious!"
Silence. Xu Le bowed his head and replied, "Schiller said it." Heroes also need to eat, don't go to the toilet, and **, this is my civil right, and I will not give it up. β
(The next chapter is around half-past three.) (To be continued)