People in Terra, governing a weird little country

Columbia, Marc Max, District of Columbia.

Vice President Wilson was very proud of himself. He partied every night and had already opened more than a dozen bottles of champagne!

He knew, he knew that his investment in Ernst was valuable!

If the airship technology can be widely promoted, the transportation, long-distance communication, and war situation of the entire Terra will undergo tremendous changes!

And this wasn't even the biggest job Ernst had promised him! It was just a bonus!

As one of the few foreign leaders who knew about the existence of the Star Picking Project long in advance, Vice President Wilson is now looking forward to that day.

Colombia's next vice presidential election is about to begin. Although strictly speaking, it is just a competition for the position, which sounds quite despicable. But Wilson just wants to say it loudly:

"What's wrong with being a bird stand?"

The person who said this is just jealous. Not everyone can be in such a high position!

Do you understand what it means to be "second to none, above ten thousand people"? Not to mention, Wilson's "second to none" should be put in quotation marks, after all, our wise and powerful president is not actually a person.

"Although I am above ten thousand people, I am not below anyone~"

The feeling of power is undoubtedly intoxicating, and the president does not have to do everything himself. He can still do a lot of things. For example, now that President Kaka has gone to Kjerag to find Ernst, isn't Colombia still his world?

Sitting in a spacious and elegant office, wearing a suit and a bow tie, Vice President Wilson felt quite conscious of being the "Prince Regent".

As long as we wait for Ernst to launch his attack... ahem, wait until Ernst starts the [Star Picking Plan], once he and Kjerag’s joint speech is issued, there will be nothing to fear about the election at the end of the year!

Vice President Wilson felt extremely comfortable when he thought of the grand occasion at that time. The haze that had gradually formed in his heart due to the approaching election had long since disappeared.

He picked up several morning newspapers that had just been published on the table, screened them, and then very consciously read the Tremont Daily Morning Post.

You have to watch it, because Tremont is his blessed land. Before the Balrog incident in Tremont, he was a vice president whose approval rating was declining and was about to lose the election and step down. But what happened after the Balrog incident?

The military angered the president and was suppressed in all aspects by the absolute authority of Colombia. Now they have to lie low and lick their wounds. The president never takes credit for himself, and he was the first politician to arrive at Tremont to offer condolences. This quick step led to quick steps. Even if his political opponents reacted later and visited Rhine Life right after him, the publicity effect they brought was far less than his.

Suppressing the military with his left hand and manipulating the political circles with his right hand, this can be said to be the peak of his life.

Tremont is like his second home. No matter where something goes wrong, nothing can go wrong in Tremont.

However, he didn't know until he looked at it, and he really saw some problems when he looked at it.

[More than half of the directors of Rhein Life have left, and Columbia's technology star may be tarnished. 】

"Who wrote this report? Why did they choose such a title? What is it hinting at? What is it implying? What is it trying to accuse of?"

"These reporters, tsk, believe everything they hear, always trying to make a big news! How dare they cause trouble for me at this time?"

"It's time to make him understand what it means not to be clever, not to show off, and not to think that he can't find you!"

"Federal Security Service, move out!"

Silently noting down the names of the newspaper and the reporter, and adding a "heavy-handed" strategy to his memo later, Vice President Wilson frowned and looked at the next page.

[A brand new aircraft appeared at the Kjerag World Expo. Will it open a new chapter in Terra's development? 】

He felt better immediately: "This report title is very well written."

"Ernst is our friend, and Kjerag is our ally. When good things happen to our ally, we should be happy for them. How can we be like the petty Victorians and only think about slandering them?"

With a smile on his face, Vice President Wilson looked a little further down.

[Why didn't the airship appear in Columbia? Vice President Wilson's government invested a large amount of financial funds in scientific research every year and established a very high-level scientific research reward fund. Did every penny of the funds go to practical use? Was the Wilson government involved in serious corruption? It is recommended that the Federal Internal Revenue Service conduct an investigation! ]

Wilson: “…”

"Damn unruly people!"

Rumors, this is pure rumor. What truth is this newspaper talking about? How could they not know where the research funds went?

He didn't use a single cent, right?

But, this president is selfless and devoted to Colombia, so as the vice president he must take responsibility for the country, right?

It naturally costs some money to take care of our family.

If he didn't pay, how could Tremont have such a good scientific research atmosphere? If he didn't pay, how could those poor scientists have a good life of "getting paid for innovation"? If he didn't pay, how could those arms dealers and big capital invest so much energy and huge sums of money into the city of Tremont?

This city does not have a long history. It was founded less than a fraction of the time of Londinium. Its resources are not rich. It is not located in the Originium ore belt and does not engage in agricultural production. Food and various Originium materials are basically all imported. Transportation was not convenient at the beginning. It was just an ordinary plate on the frontier. How could it develop into what it is today in such a short time? Who do they think is responsible for this?

There are so many vice presidents in Colombia, but which one of them has achieved as much as I have?

People who don’t understand are still spreading rumors that he is corrupt, but people who do understand have already followed him and invested in the fund.

Ahem, the vice president also needs to make money, but how can you say I am manipulating? Then can using government funds to invest in emerging companies and reap profits by selling them at low prices and high prices be called manipulation? That is called "support" and "business".

Compared to the welfare benefits enjoyed by Tremon, I only made a little money in the fund stock market. It is not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning.

And these reporters even spread rumors about him! Spreading rumors is fine, but how could he, a man who ran for the vice president of Colombia, not have been spread rumors? In the past, they would have just laughed it off.

But what time is it now? It’s election eve!

No matter what this reporter was thinking, whether it was a coincidence or he was being used as a gun, he has already become the first to speak out!

Not to mention, he even suggested that the IRS investigate him!

What is the Federal Taxation Bureau? In Colombia, you can offend the Federal Security Bureau, the National Guard, and even the army, but if you offend the Federal Taxation Bureau, then sorry, no one can save you!

This is meant to kill him!

"The journalists who wrote these reports are no longer ordinary journalists. They must be dealt with severely."

President Wilson narrowed his eyes and made a decision in his mind.

How can I blame you for making mistakes? I gave you too much freedom.

It's time for you to taste the iron fist of freedom!

Putting down the newspaper for a moment, picking up his mobile phone and logging into the intercity network, Vice President Wilson logged into his social network account, thought for a moment, and updated a new content.

【I would like to thank the Colombian citizens, the media, and my colleagues for their support for my work over the past four years. I will continue to work hard to complete my work until a fair result is achieved in the vice presidential election.】

[During this period, I will continue to guarantee the freedom of speech of all citizens on social media. This will also continue as my governing principle. In the future, if I am re-elected, I will also make more drastic reforms to the current media and public opinion environment in Colombia, which is not open, inclusive, and free enough. Thank you.]

Who can't draw a pie in the sky?

Every Colombian vice president gives a campaign speech during the election, and a whole team of people helps him paint a rosy picture and let him fool the people. This is really a common situation. Vice President Wilson's words are even more commonplace, and basically no one takes this nonsense, which is equivalent to "I had pie for lunch", seriously.

Someone immediately responded:

【What about reforms after you get elected? Can you get elected? 】

Wilson smiled but did not answer.

Whether you are elected or not is not up to you to decide.

Don't think that the vote in your hand is important. The person who votes cannot decide anything. The person who counts the votes decides everything.

Of course, with the president in power, the vote counting in the vice presidential election will be guaranteed to be absolutely fair and just in the vast majority of cases.

But Wilson was not afraid at all. After all, people always need to have hope.

As for the person who replied.

Although I don't know his real identity, since he replied so quickly, I guess he is either a hater who is always paying attention to him, or the media.

No matter who you are, he has sent a notice now.

Just wait, little bastard, don’t let me get selected!

Otherwise, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

"Drip-"

The doorbell suddenly rang. Vice President Wilson put down his phone and looked up:

"Please come in."

The secretary outside the door stepped in quickly and handed a letter to Wilson:

"Mr. President, a letter from Kjerag."

Wilson's face showed an irrepressible joy. In an instant, the unhappiness he had just felt at the newspaper's sarcasm disappeared. He took the envelope, opened it, and instantly locked his eyes on the most prominent keywords in the letter.

——【Kjerag time, tomorrow morning at nine o'clock.】

【Everything is going according to plan.】

Wilson seemed as if strength was injected into every part of his body and he smiled happily.

He held up the letter, put it to his nose, took a deep breath, and sighed:

"Ah, this refreshing fragrance of the snow-capped mountains!"

"Do you know how long I have been waiting for you to say this?"

"My dear Ernst, I miss you so much!"

Chapter 322: I should cooperate with you in the performance. My acting skills are really amazing.

Kjerag Government Office, Tukarim, Kjerag.

Ernst had a rare moment of free time.

This is probably what the so-called calm before the storm means. It was a critical moment when the plan was about to start, but it was idle. Whether it was Vina, Holhaiya, Joyce, or even Lola and Nastie, none of them came to find him at this critical moment. Xinteleya even acted as a gatekeeper and stopped most of the foreign guests who wanted to visit.

"Tomorrow is the closing ceremony of the World Expo. The boss has important matters to attend to. Please go back first."

While Ernst was grateful for Hinterea's kindness, he also felt a little emotional.

I vaguely remember that at the beginning, Xinteleya was trembling even when talking to Lola, let alone herself. She had to think two or three times before saying a word, worried that she had been fooled by a new type of telecommunications fraud company. How could it be like now?

Wearing a suit as if it were a military uniform, he stood in front of the gate, just like a thick steel plate. He was like a single man blocking the pass from ten thousand men!

How to say it, Ernst feels that this is also a kind of confidence!

Kjerag people, you must have confidence!

Rejecting most visitors does not mean that Ernst himself will not see guests. He called Kal'tsit after a very long absence of about twelve hours and three minutes.

The questions asked are also very simple.

"Kal'tsit, how much do you know about Terra's extraterrestrial space?"

The term "extraterrestrial" is also used by the Terrans.

The Terran people's narrative of the world is generally limited to "this land", so the area outside the land, the ocean, the sky, and beyond the sky can actually be referred to as extraterrestrial.

However, because of the existence of the once vast Iberia, the ocean has been called the ocean, and the sky has been called the sky because of the stargazers, poets, and the first pioneers - Christen's parents.

After all, it's just a name, and it all depends on how the people of Terra define it.

The word "extraterrestrial" is not often used on Terra, but compared to the word "universe" which is usually used as a direct spoiler, this word is obviously more ambiguous. While being able to express the meaning clearly, it will not show Kal'tsit some "unusual" information.

She is not Kristen. Ernst can reveal some common sense about the universe to Kristen because he knows that she is a pure and incompetent star pioneer. As for Kal'tsit, although he doesn't know why, whether it is his sixth sense or the warning Levi gave to himself after meeting Kal'tsit last time, they are reminding him that it is best not to trust this woman completely.

She is definitely hiding something, and it’s a big thing!

This was not the first time that Ernst had asked Kal'tsit some strange questions. Moreover, this time, Ernst's questions were somewhat traceable.

The Star-Picking Project involves extraterrestrial space, so it is natural that Ernst would want to ask about it.

Of course, there is another possibility...

Kelsey thought for a moment and did not answer immediately. Instead, she answered the question with a question:

"Mr. Ernst, why do you think I know information beyond the sky?"

Kal'tsit asked this question as a test.

However, the person being tested was not Ernst, but Levi behind Ernst!

Kal'tsit is not blind. Levi's appearance is too suspicious. Coupled with Levi's unclear answers during the last conversation, Kal'tsit is really confused about this person's background.

What if he is an old zongzi that crawled out of a coffin from the previous civilization?

Kel'tsit couldn't help but worry. If any person from the previous civilization revived, it might cause a big uproar on Terra. Even Kel'tsit didn't know exactly how many relics of the previous civilization were buried on the planet Terra. Even though Levi was fine today, what if he dug out a star destroyer tomorrow, hung it in Terra's orbit, and demanded that all of Terra obey his orders?

That would be an unexpected disaster. The development of the civilization she had carefully nurtured would be completely disrupted, and the future would become absolutely confusing.