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Sitting next to Colin was Gilberin Jobs, who wore glasses. Compared with Colin, Jobs's face was full of red light and high spirits, although he had barely closed his eyes in the past two days, mostly because of excitement, but now there was no trace of fatigue. He sat up straight, just like he usually did in front of the computer and made reports. He raised his chin so that the camera could get a clear picture of his face. He deliberately dressed up today, put on a suit that he only wore when attending a grand event, and his eyes were changed to pinched gold threads.

Next to Jobs was the young man named Dorne Sincresse. Colin remembers that it was he who led the workers into the police hall, smashed the police station into a mess, and finally forced General Mars Odiano to compromise and agree to a fair debate. And now, the debate is about to begin. Colin's tense palms were covered with sweat, and he rubbed his pants down, his head lower.

This is the auditorium of the recording hall of the television and radio station of Europa's underwater city of Europa, which is more than 400 square meters long, and all kinds of strange equipment are densely arranged to dazzle people. Staff dressed in various colors and styles come and go, seemingly in a hurry, but in an orderly manner.

Wacker Snoder sat on the recording table with his eyes slightly closed. The circular recording booth resembles a lectern, about twenty square meters, surrounded by more than a dozen cameras and microphones. There were more than a dozen people sitting in the audience, including directors and cameramen, and everyone's eyes were focused on this stage.

On the other end of the recording table was the host Betnes. She wore a black low-cut uniform, revealing her perfect figure. The make-up artist carefully touched up her makeup, while she looked at the manuscript intently, ready to ask questions later.

At this time, the bustling recording hall fell silent.

Colin looked up slightly at the entrance of the hall and saw several soldiers in the uniforms of the Third Military Region walking in. Colin's heart tightened, as if his heart was caught in iron tongs, and he trembled with pain. As the soldiers entered the recording hall and separated into two sides, out of the way, a tall, smiling officer walked in, followed by General Mars Odiano. Colin gasped, could it be that it was Admiral Dicole Sandra who was walking ahead of Odiano?

Colin swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, only to feel a burst of colorful dazzling in front of him, and his body gradually lost his balance, if it wasn't for Jobs next to him to help him, Colin would have fallen to the ground with his head on his back. "Thank you!" Colin said weakly. Jobs nodded and smiled, lifted his filigree glasses on the bridge of his nose, continued to sit up straight, and turned his face to the camera.

As soon as Admiral Darkel Sandra entered the recording hall, he attracted everyone's attention, and the de facto ruler of the underwater city of Europa walked through all the staff in unison, nodding to them from time to time. The staff looked at this great man one by one in a daze, and even forgot to return the gift. By the time they had come to their senses, Admiral Sandra had stepped onto the booth and shook hands with Wacker Snoder.

The host, Betness, greeted her, listened to her proud breasts, and said, "Thank you very much for taking time out of your busy schedule to interview us, if you can, you can start now!"

Admiral Sandra kept his eyes on his opponent today, Wacker Snoder, who sat across from him smiling silently. About this person, Sandra is very familiar. Previously, he was the commander-in-chief and head of the Interstellar Freedom Alliance organization in the solar system, but for some reason he left the Freedom Alliance and came here to spread heresy, causing workers to strike, seriously affecting the order of the underwater city. What's more, because of the police hall to watch him, the workers' **. It seems that this man is by no means as suave as he seems.

The two protagonists on the stage looked at each other silently, and the guide and host of the audience could begin. The camera focused on Betnise, her chest straightened, her tight mouth nearly bursting. "Dear audience and friends, we have invited two heavyweight guests to today's "Positive and Negative". They are Admiral Darker Sandra and Mr. Wax Nord in the underwater city. The topic we are discussing today is the superior and the subordinate! Two guests, as far as I know, this debate was actually raised by Mr. Snoder, is that so?"

The camera pans to Wacker Snoder, who nods, "We need a debate, and we have no other intentions than to find a place for my theory!"

"And then let all the workers go on strike with you, won't you?" the camera suddenly shifted to Admiral Sandra.

"Hehe, the two of them are full of gunpowder as soon as they come up. Okay, then," Betniss was a little nervous by the two of them, and she habitually unbuttoned her chest uniform to make it easier for her to breathe, not knowing that her action had made it difficult for the director and crew in front of the camera and the audience watching the live broadcast, "Let's move on to today's debate." First of all, the question we want to discuss is, do you think there are superiors and subordinates in today's federation?"

Asking such a question in front of those in power in the underwater city of Europa is tantamount to a provocation against Sandra and the Third Military Region he represents. Fortunately, before that, all the questions asked by the moderator had been vetted and were acceptable to those in the highest authority. Sandra also used this to find out the real intentions of Wacker on the other side.

As soon as the host's question came out, the two guests on the stage remained silent tacitly, and neither of them was willing to answer first. Betnis turned the microphone to Wacker, "Mr. Snood, would you like to make a statement first?"

Wacker coughed and said to the camera: "These two concepts are relative, there are superiors and subordinates. The so-called up and down are actually very easy to understand. Whoever has great power, big enough to be able to influence the life and death and fate of some people, is the top, and correspondingly, the part of the people who are swayed is the bottom. So, the problem is obvious, the upper and the lower exist all the time, as long as there is a system!"

"The existence of the system is necessary, otherwise wouldn't the workers have to smash a factory or government agency every day?"

"You must be clear, Your Excellency, that the workers are not striking because they want to smash factories or police stations, but because they are being treated unfairly. And, I must stress that there is a very serious mistake in what you just said, and it was this mistake that led to the workers' strike!" Wacker Snoder immediately made the atmosphere in the recording hall tense.

The moderator, Betnis, was a little caught off guard, and according to the scheduled arrangement, the debate did not go this way. The director kept motioning for Betnes to change the subject, but before she could speak, Admiral Sandra said, "Oh, I'd like to hear what kind of mistake I just made?"

Admiral Sandra showed excellent self-restraint, and a word eased the tense atmosphere just now.

"He knew it wasn't that simple!" Gilberlin Jobs, who was sitting in the gallery, said to Colin and Sincreth beside him. Colin gave Jobs a quizzical look and continued to focus on the recording table.

Wacker looked at Sandra, "You just said that 'the existence of the system is necessary, otherwise wouldn't the workers have to smash a factory or government agency every day', are you right?"

Shocked by Rick Snoder's memory, Dicker Sandra was able to repeat what he had just said verbatim, and it seemed that the other party had come prepared, not on the spur of the moment or by using televised debates to sensationalize and expand his influence. Sandra felt like she had a tough opponent.

"Yes, it does!"

"Well," Wacker said, smiling, "according to you, in other words, there is a system that prevents workers from doing things out of line." Do you think there's a problem with that?"

Wacker's words immediately caused an uproar among the workers' representatives in the auditorium of the recording hall, who shouted that Admiral Sandra's words were full of discrimination. Fortunately, there was a one-way isolation device in the auditorium and the recording table, and the noise of the workers did not affect this side at all. However, the angry faces of the workers can be seen.

Sandra realizes that she did make a mistake just now, and that is to underestimate the enemy. The sentence I just said was one-sidedly interpreted by my opponent, which put me in a dilemma, which really shouldn't happen. Sandra pondered for a moment and said, "Mr. Snood should indeed understand this from the perspective of ordinary people," Sandra looked at Wacker, "However, you have overlooked a little, at least a little. That is, as a nobleman, or as you call a superior, he is also within the constraints of the system. ”

It's just that the system is formulated by the higher-ups, so the rights they get under the constraints of the system are far greater than those of the lower-level, that is, the group of people who are swayed. And this group of people happens to be the majority, poor people living in the bottom society!" Wacker said quickly, "So, although my interpretation just now is one-sided, it is also because as subordinates, we have too little power!"