9341 Volume III Xilin's Journey Chapter 228 Nebula Award

Looking at the current situation, who would have thought that after hearing Mr. President's words, the curtain fell silent.

The god of war, Li Pifu, is an outlier in the federal political system, even if he has been hidden in Philadelphia for many years and does not ask about political affairs. No one dared to ignore his presence.

With an incomparably lofty position in the hearts of hundreds of millions of people, countless subordinate generals who control the voice of the military although they are not deliberate, let this old man say a word at will by the lake, and all the noise in the federation can be destroyed.

Even those who inherited the legacy of the imperial dynasty and had a strong influence in the shadow of history. In these decades, it is also necessary to politely avoid him, and retreat again and again.

From this point of view, it is only natural that Mr. President hopes to use him to gain the support of the Lee family in Philadelphia in order to complete the federal plan to attack the Imperial Empire homeland. But I don't know why, Xu Le always felt that something was wrong, probably because of this official residence dinner president, Mr. said too much, but asked too little?

In fact, in his opinion, if you want to invite the old man on the shore of Lake Philadelphia, Mr. President should be able to find a better intermediary, such as his political partner, the lady of the Ministry of Mochou Houshan.

Xu Le looked at Mr. President across the table, and his mind drifted to somewhere else. Yu complicated, until this moment, he still can't clearly understand many of the clues of this dinner conversation. Unable to make his own judgment, he still wanted to help the big man across the table.

A few days ago, Shi Qinghai said that he has a charismatic personality, but in his opinion, Mr. President has a certain real charisma.

Maybe it's because each other's spiritual worlds are Donglin stones, maybe it's the things that happened in the general election that year, or maybe it's the absolutely different way of acting from ordinary politicians since he took office, so that Xu Le is definitely inclined to Mr. President in terms of reason and emotion.

Actually, "My relationship with the old man is not as close as everyone thinks, at least, I will definitely not be his illegitimate child." ”

Xu Le didn't think it was funny, he touched the back of his head a little embarrassed, and then his expression gradually calmed down. Looking at President Pabur, he said seriously: "Your thoughts, I will find a way to convey them to the Lord of the Army." ”

"Good. Mr. President's voice was deep and his smile was sincere, "There is another thing I want to ask you for next." ”

Xu Le's expression was stunned, and he said solemnly: "Please instruct." ”

"Not instructions, just a father's request. President Pabur laughed, took a piece of plant fiber paper and an ink pen, pushed it in front of Xu Le, and said with interest: "My daughter would love to have the autograph of the federal battle hero, but she is embarrassed to ask for it in person. ”

Xu Le took the pen and paper in surprise, felt a little hot in his cheeks, bowed his head and signed his name seriously. I wish the silent Lianmang the first daughter a happy life and a smile always.

"How is Miss Padelle's health?" he asked with concern, and everyone knew that the president's own daughter had autism as a child.

"It's much better, but it's still not very willing to talk. Every day is to face the TV first, the curtain. President Pabur smiled and said, "Recently, I have been fascinated by the documentary called "Group Seven". ”

Victory!

All of the Federation's inhabited planets reverberate with these two powerful words, even those remote mining planets. The mining engineers who endured the brutal environment of space were painted with this word on the huge and heavy engineering mechs. Not to mention the young students who traveled happily in the bright spring light, repeating everything that happened on the front line with what was happening, looking forward to the greater victories that were coming.

Being in different positions, it is natural to think about things from completely different angles. The ordinary people of the Federation yearn for one victory after another, and the big people who can really influence the direction of the Federation stand on their own positions and make decisions that are in line with their own interests. 'War costs a lot of resources and money, and it puts a lot of pressure on the Union's economic system. If the empire continues to attack, will the Federation's production capacity be able to withstand a long period of wartime logistical supply? How long can the military-industrial complex keep the zeros added to the government's debt bill? Will the terrifying energy quota advanced in advance be rewarded in the war? Will there be any real benefit to the Federation if the war continues, or in other words, will it be beneficial to itself?

However, what President Pabur feared during the dinner at the official residence did not happen.

Although the old man on the shore of Lake Philadelphia is still silent, in the current frenzied atmosphere, those families who have opposing opinions on attacking the empire itself, those wealthy capitalists and the politicians and parliamentarians they support, are also silent, only silent.

Huge welcoming ceremonies were organized in all the states of the federation to welcome the brave soldiers returning from bloody battles on the front, and the programs of the federal television and those on private television were filled with interviews with officers and soldiers, real and brutal field accounts. In various entertainment channels, a large number of military-themed TV dramas began to be broadcast, and the Federal Flying Channel directly began to rebroadcast "Full Metal Frenzy" from the first episode, in order to cater to the people's hearts to celebrate victory.

However, all of this could not stop the federal citizens from pointing their remote controls at the federal news channel on this night, because it was the time of the annual Nebula Awards, and the live broadcast of the art awards ceremony tonight was broadcast.

The Nebula Awards are the official federal awards that cover all aspects of society. In the usual year. The most eye-catching awards are undoubtedly the literary and artistic awards full of stars, but they are only eye-catching, and in terms of importance, they are definitely not as important as the academic awards that have been awarded three days ago.

However, the atmosphere tonight was noticeably different, the cynics who were accustomed to being indifferent to the TV dramas that anesthetized the fools, the scholars who only knew how to bury themselves in the laboratory, and the homeless people who were immersed in the virtual life of the Internet, all put down what they were doing and sat down in front of the TV light curtain with excitement and excitement.

Because they all want to know an answer, and they want to know the documentary that has moved the whole Federation. How many awards will it win, and will it be able to break the record set in the first year of the all-metal frenzy?

What's more, they really want to see whether the soldiers in that documentary will come to the scene of the award ceremony, and want to roar about the real appearance of those characters in the picture who are angry, silent, and sad after returning to their hometown.

Produced by the Venus Documentary Factory of the Ministry of Defense, the documentary "Group Seven" was exclusively premiered and broadcast on the Federal News Channel. This time, it was shortlisted for all the awards it could be shortlisted for in a formidable manner, the vocal cords. Best Female Singer, Best Director...... 'The documentary was not shortlisted for Best Original Screenplay or Adapted Screenplay because it was a true story. No one else has been able to write a script so realistic. "Group Seven" was also not shortlisted for any acting awards, because there were no actors in it, there were just real soldiers.

Having swept almost all of the shortlisted honors, "Group Seven" was rightfully nominated for the Best Documentary Feature Award. But what shocked the entire federation, and moved the more than 3,000 members of the jury themselves. "Group Seven" was actually shortlisted for Best Film!

The fact that a documentary was nominated for the Best Film award has never happened in the long history of the Nebula Awards.

When the shortlist came out, the federal press was in an uproar, but strangely enough, there was no sharp criticism and ridicule, just amazement and bewilderment.

A member of the jury admitted in an anonymous interview with the official broadcaster that he did put the name of "Group Seven" on the shortlist for the best film, but at that time, it was only because of the strong impulse that suddenly arose after being moved by the documentary, but he did not expect more committee members to do the same thing.

The George Carlin Foundation Center for the Arts in the South Side of the Capital has been the venue for the Federal Nebula Awards since the previous year, a decision made by President Pabul himself to appease the angry marching students, but now it has become the shortest "historical tradition" of the Federation, and no one is unaccustomed to it.

The perimeter of the large building of the Foundation's Literary and Art Center. Thousands of people are excitedly guarding the cordon. The eyes collectively fell on the huge light curtain above the building, and those fiery eyes seemed to melt the picture on the light curtain.

The red carpet ceremony was over, and they had already fainted with excitement from the cheers of their favorite stars. At the moment, he is still here, happily waiting for the results of the awards, as if this is the night. The entire Federation is looking forward to that outcome.

Inside the central building, a pale blue light envelops the vast stage, which is empty. There are no award-winning actors, no enthusiastic hosts. Only the blue light condensed into the column, on which the impression of the engraved text slowly emerged.

These words were written by Admiral Miles himself in the final episode of the documentary "Group Seven". The art gallery, which can accommodate thousands of people, has long been filled, and the gorgeously dressed and bright federal stars and giants of the film and television industry are not smiling and leaning around to say hello as usual, but looking at the stage seriously.

There was silence on and off the stage, and only the breathing of a few thousand people could be heard.

In this silence and waiting, the melodious sound of the piano does not know when it will come, faint and quiet, and the beauty of the sky slides down from the sky. Falling on the sideburns of people's clothes, adding a bit of pleasantness.

In the sound of the piano, a beautiful girl appeared in the blue pillar of light, which no one expected. She clenched her fists lightly, looked at the light in the air, as if looking into the distance, and began to chant softly.

Jian Shui'er, a national girl who has been away from the stage and disappeared from the public for a long time, sings the ending song of the documentary "Seven Groups", which mixes sadness and sunshine. kicked off the Nebula Awards.

I really like this imaginary documentary, I think I can be a good director, but unfortunately I didn't study it. And no one would be stupid enough to invest in me.