Him and their stars.

Chapter 1661 Fortune tricks people

At the same time, at Mansion No. 13 on Eli Road in Yongheng City, in the mansion known as the "Mao Mansion" by the world, the owner of the mansion, Mr. Mao Yuanzuo, who was about to celebrate his th birthday, was also holding a meeting.

The oldest and most senior politician in the community said with certainty, "There is no doubt. President Keith Nishita is not under any control. He is a mentally and physically healthy person who can be responsible for all his decisions. He is still our legitimate head of state and the wartime leader who will lead us to continue the struggle. He deserves our loyalty, at all times."

Mao Yuanzuo spoke in a gentle tone and had a kind smile, but his attitude was very firm.

He glanced at the holographic projections surrounding him, and finally stopped at the face of the middle-aged man closest to him: "Rus, you should understand. It is at this critical moment that we need to stand by President Nishita, help him, support him, and show our loyalty and solidarity to the universe."

The middle-aged man called "Russ" is naturally the Vice President of the Blue Star Community, Yero, and the leader of the Common Prosperity Party. He is now on his way back by ship, and has just entered the Terra star region, which is still one planet away from the Earth.

Compared to President Ni’s embarrassing escape, Vice President Ye’s return was more like a successful one. When he went to Fort Sai, he happened to catch up with the first Battle of Sai.

Of course, it is absolutely undeniable that he was in the fortress when the battle was most intense, and according to media reports, he was calm from beginning to end and was chatting and laughing with Admiral Sylvester.

  Considering that Vice President Yero was the highest commander of the community on the battlefield at that time, it should be okay to round it off and say "I commanded the Battle of Saide", right?

However, this Vice President, who has always been in the limelight and has a bit of the aura of a wartime iron-blooded leader, still lowered his head, was humble and cautious in front of Mao Yuanzuo, who was over 90 years old, like a lower grade elementary school student.

He bowed his head humbly and replied: "...Yes, I understand what you mean."

"Very good, you are a smart kid, but you also know the truth of not fighting for the sake of fighting. In the field of politics, having such an understanding is the most important. After returning to Earth, Ruth, you must make sure to fulfill your duties as an assistant, and especially pay attention to maintaining the authority of the President."

"Maintain...authority?" Vice President Yero's tone was full of disbelief.

The rest of the holographic projections, including the ministers of the Common Prosperity Party in the cabinet and several very influential senior congressmen, could not help but look at each other in bewilderment.

They were inevitably hesitant and confused, but they didn't dare to raise any opinions. Or, in other words, these political bigwigs who lived in the eight seats were actually accustomed to obeying all the arrangements of this old man.

So, the kind old man was very satisfied. Of course, out of his own demeanor and wisdom in managing people, he still smiled and explained: "Everyone says that our Communist Party is the remnant of the imperial colonization, and is a kind of traitor... But you should all understand that to be disgraced by the country is to be the master of the country. We are also doing our best to find opportunities for civilization and nation to develop. We have never been traitors. We were not traitors back then, and we are not traitors now!"

Some people seem to understand, such as smart people like Vice President Hierro. But some people still look confused. Facts have proved that even at their social level, the difference in IQ is very obvious. Many big figures are just average, and may not even reach the average of the general public.

Of course, this is not really a problem. Compared to the pro-alliance Seiyu Party, the unity and execution of the Kyoei Party are not like a political party in a democratic system. This is probably related to everyone's obedience.

You will never go wrong if you listen to Uncle Mao Yuanzuo.

Then, a smart man like Vice President Yero thought again: "I understand, uncle. So, we must try our best to meet the demands of the soldiers on the front line."

“We should even exceed expectations. If some government departments are unwilling to cooperate with the front line, you should also assume the responsibilities of Shangshu and elders. Generals Yang and Yu are indeed Han Yue, but I would never dare to be named Qin. Especially General Yu Lian on the far shore, we must not let such a young military god be disappointed!” Mao Yuanzuo looked like a pillar of the country who would go forward even if thousands of people opposed him, and a strong sense of martyrdom appeared on his face.

Vice President Yelo also looked as if he had suddenly realized something. "Fortunately, I was quite restrained in Far Shore. Although I was a bit in the spotlight, I still put General Sylvester and General Yu first."

"You're not bad." Mao Yuanzuo looked very pleased. "As for whether you can go further, it depends on your luck. But, Russ, you have the potential, you should be able to surpass me."

The Vice President was clearly moved. His projection even became dazed for a moment, and it was unclear whether he had touched some mechanism due to being too excited.

An elderly congressman asked suspiciously, "So, what is the so-called proactive attack plan by the President?"

As a senior member of Congress, he is also a member of the National Defense Steering Group and has the authority to supervise all work of the National Defense Council and the Supreme Command Headquarters.

Mao Yuanzuo looked at the crowd again: "Chairman Maxell is absent? He is indeed under the greatest pressure at work recently."

No one responded immediately, and the atmosphere seemed a little awkward. If the people present were not all political bigwigs, and acting skills were a must, some people might have laughed out loud.

After retiring as a general, Mr. Maxell joined the Gongrong Party in order to enter politics. As a veteran of the army and former president of the National Defense University, he did receive strong support from the party and was promoted to the high position of Chairman of the National Defense Commission.

At this point, even the real bigwigs in the army who held the marshal's baton were theoretically his subordinates.

But in fact, Maxell had only been a member of the Common Prosperity Party for less than two years, and was not regarded as one of the party's true core members. Naturally, he was not qualified to participate in this private meeting of the secret society.

Mao Yuanzuo said: "Mr. President can certainly make suggestions on the current war situation, and he is also qualified to make the final decision. It is enough for us to make sure that he made the decision with his own will under the premise of freedom of mind and soul."

Vice President Yero was slightly startled, then smiled: "I understand. Uncle, our ultimate will can be realized."

"You are so reliable. You are the one I have the most confidence in among all the younger generations. I will be able to rest assured when you return to Earth."

So, what do you understand? What is our ultimate will?

Some people at the scene must have such doubts, but considering that doing so would make them appear stupid, they still cannot say it out loud.

Mao Yuanzuo added: "As for you all, some reports have been sent to me. I will send them to you after I make some minor adjustments. I hope you can implement them."

The projections nodded their heads as if they were receiving an imperial decree. They all said that without a respected leader like Mr. Mao, this country would surely fall apart.

They waited for a while to make sure that the old councillor had no other instructions, and then they bowed and left. Everyone's etiquette was naturally very decent, but it did give people a feeling of kneeling.

This is the case with a highly obedient political party. The politicians and bureaucrats at the top only need to fight in the Congress and the Cabinet and perform in front of the media and the public, but the faction bosses behind the scenes like Mr. Mao Yuanzuo have a lot to consider.

So, even though it was already past midnight, the old congressman, who had just celebrated his 90th birthday, did not seem to be worried about his blood pressure at all and still did not rest.

Like a well-trained middle-aged office worker, he opened a series of windows, including the real-time star map of the war situation, the battle reports of each war zone last month, the fluctuation chart of the interstellar trade trend of the entire galaxy in 833 provided by Libra Bank, and so on.

He began to work, scanning the complex icons representing various fields, his eyes were as sharp as lightning, his pen flew, like an efficient and precise machine. In just one hour, he sorted out 20 files and sent them out in a work efficiency that put most elite office workers and professional bureaucrats to shame.

"Indeed, this Communist Prosperity Party and this Blue Star Community will really fall apart without me!" Mao Yuanzuo let out a long sigh and stretched out his finger to flick the bell on the desk.

The study door opened automatically, and a wheeled robot carrying a tray slid in.

Many people have a deep-rooted belief that whether one is a noble or a nouveau riche depends on whether the people serving him or her are humans or robots.

However, Mao Yuanzuo, the real leader of the Gongrong Party, the number one old guard, and whose grandmother was from a marquis family, did not have such a need for "elegance".

The snacks on the tray were also simple, a plate of boiled peanuts and a plate of fried peas, plus a pot of rice wine soaked in plums.

He didn't mind the visitor who followed the robot into the office. He just took a sip of rice wine with peas and sighed with satisfaction.

"Would you like some peanuts?" Mao Yuanzuo asked the visitor.

“…Since it’s rice wine, we should also add some salted bamboo shoots and fennel beans.” said the visitor.

"There is no such rule. I'm already at this age, I can eat whatever I want." Mao Yuanzuo began to peel peanuts slowly.

"There's a rumor out there that you eat more than 200 dishes in one meal," said the visitor.

This is a middle-aged man in formal attire. He has an ordinary appearance but is meticulously dressed. He has a capable and shrewd temperament, like an executive from a large company or bank.

Of course, we also know that this kind of business people, no matter how elite you are, are actually quite unrecognizable.

Mao Yuanzuo smiled calmly: "This is not the fault of the legend, nor is it the fault of the public who believe in this legend. I am indeed a person who seeks pleasure and is content with the status quo."

The visitor couldn't help but laugh and looked at the windows that were still floating around him.

"For me, power is also a kind of enjoyment, and it is also my way of practicing." Mao Yuanzuo said with a smile.

The visitor was filled with awe: "The practice of mysticism is indeed all-encompassing!"

"Of course, practicing cultivation is a trick to fool you. I am actually an old monster who just won't let go of power! The party members and bureaucrats can be responsible for all matters, and I want to understand, approve and decide them. This feeling is more comfortable than sex (meow). This is the reason why I am still so energetic and full of spirit at my age. Power is my aphrodisiac!" Mao Yuanzuo said again.

"Isn't it because you are a saint?" The visitor showed a regretful expression: "In fact, if you had taken charge of the situation during the War of Independence, our support for the people of Earth would have been more logical. If a Terra Empire really existed, history might have been very different."

"If that's the case, Old Man Lan would have killed me first. He likes Old Li, but he doesn't like me. Really, it's obvious that Old Man Lan and I have known each other longer. Really, it was obviously me first, whether we were friends, practicing together, or living and dying together, but it was Old Li who got there first. Why did it turn out like this?" Mao Yuanzuo also showed a look of regret.

"There is such a past? I only know that you and Master Lan are old friends." Zigong showed an interested expression.

"We're childhood friends. I even awakened earlier than old man Lan. The breathing method that old guy used to lay the foundation was the teaching material I copied from the Knights Templar." Mao Yuanzuo said proudly.

"It's fate."

"Isn't that right?"

The two of them sighed deeply at the same time, and their sighs were so eerie.

Mao Yuanzuo paused for a moment, and looked at the other party with a suspicious look: "However, this so-called support is worth discussing. When you said this, who did you represent? The Alliance, or the World-Ringing Serpent?"

The visitor, who looked like an elite social animal, shrugged and said, "You have to believe me. In the big picture, I stand for the interests of the people of Earth, just like you. After all, I am also an Earthling, otherwise I wouldn't have the title of 'Zi Gong'."

Mao Yuanzuo laughed out loud: "The identity and origin of the snake heads have always been a mystery. I remember that the previous 'Ms. Now' said that she was from Earth."

"She is indeed an Earthling. Besides, she is not my ex," Zigong said.

"Now Miss 'Past' also says she is from Earth."

"She is indeed an Earthling, after all, her biological mother was born on Earth." The ordinary-looking snake head spread out his hands: "But, this is not important. Whether our identities and backgrounds are true or not, it will not affect the covenant between the Ring World Snake and the Common Prosperity Party."

"It's an alliance between me and you," Mao Yuanzuo interrupted. He was still affable, but firm.

Zigong was silent for a moment, then said, "Yes, it is indeed an alliance with you. Then, according to your wishes, the new Special Security Bureau of the Blue Star Community and the Azure Guard will have reliable advisors."

Mao Yuanzuo smiled sincerely, stretched out his hands and shook hands with the other party vigorously: "Thank you very much!"

"You're welcome. Once you've paid, we'll provide reliable personnel. Business is business!" The snake head added, "Also, for future cooperation, here's another piece of information that can be a bonus for this pleasant cooperation."

"I am all ears and grateful." Mao Yuanzuo wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes.

"There is a person named Tan Jize, do you know him?"

"How could I not know about such a talent? How dare I not know about it? If he is willing to become a junior of my party, I will definitely push him to the presidency before I die." Mao Yuanzuo said.

Zigong spread his hands and said, "We, the World-Ringing Snake, don't we need such talents? He just created a feat of an expedition of 10,000 light years! He is truly respectable and admirable!"