Chapter 536 A Famous School for Cultivating Comics
Duchamp and others who were full of food and drink moved to the scene of the reception, which was a gorgeous and spacious hall, with a gorgeous hollow in the middle, a huge crystal lamp hanging from the roof, and it was divided into two floors, with some sofa stools on the upper floor for guests to rest, and the lower floor was the reception social area. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ο½ο½ο½Uο½Eγ ο½ο½ο½ο½
Speaker Delgado, dressed in a gorgeous gown, walked around the crowd to greet and thank the many guests for coming. The members of the House of Representatives gathered around the Speaker in a noisy manner, gossiping with each other, all waiting for the Speaker to start talking about business.
Duchamp keenly noticed something, so many parliamentarians had arrived, but the speaker seemed unhurried and never mentioned anything serious. That's right, Delgado is waiting, is there anyone important who hasn't arrived yet?
Taking advantage of this time, Duchamp could also do a little business, he squeezed into the crowd of parliamentarians, and began to change his name one by one, making him familiar. Many of the parliamentarians present had heard of such an envoy from Gatapuniya, and many of them had received gifts from him, so they greeted him with a warm face.
After walking around the hall, he walked towards a thin man who had a cold door, and introduced himself: "Below is a guest invited by Speaker Delgado, named Sterry Duchamp, I don't know what you call him. The thin man was flattered: "In Basa Benito Gomez, one of the councillors of Julai, it is a great pleasure to meet today. β
It turned out that this thin man was the long-lost wheat cutter, Duchamp smiled, chatted with him, and thought to himself, no matter what Olivier thought, he must kidnap this thin man tonight.
While he was in a relationship with the thin man, he asked for the names of the guests in every corner, and after a while, he had memorized the names and looks of the guests in the hall.
After a while, the two were already very harmonious, and the thin man asked quietly, "I heard that you were sent by the lord of Gatapunia to coordinate the purchase of grain?" β
Duchamp generously admitted: "It is so. β
The thin man quietly sold an inside information: "This matter is very difficult to do, I went to ask one of my brothers in private, he served in the 19th Division, according to him, this matter is very difficult, and the peak is very close." Even if the parliament intervenes, it will be difficult to restore normal pathways. β
"Well, is that so? So why did Councillor Cassel say that it could be coordinated by initiating a bill in parliament? β
"Are you talking about Cassel Ariat? He has always been open-minded when he sees money, and relying on the relationship of the speaker, he dares to promise anything. But if the speaker doesn't come forward, he can't do anything about it. Gomez scoffed at Cassel's character.
Duchamp paused: "Then isn't it meaningless for me to come here today?" β
Councillor Gomez sighed: "Let's take a look first, I don't know what medicine the speaker is selling, so I invited everyone here, but when I got here, I didn't talk about anything." β
Duchamp quietly pointed to the blue-haired man who was concentrating on wine tasting in the hall and asked, "What is the name of that blue-haired gentleman?" β
Gomez took a closer look: "I don't know, I've never met him." β
In Duchamp's heart, a warning light suddenly lit up.
After a while, a waiter brought a microphone. The speaker cleared his voice and said in a loud voice, "Everyone, please be quiet. β
Everyone on the boat knew that the main topic was coming.
Delgado said solemnly: "There are a total of 33 councillors in Julay, and there are 28 deputies who are invited today, which means that the will of our group can decide all the affairs of Julay." β
The councillors below were excited.
Delgado continued: "Last year, under the guidance of the power and will of the kings, Julay made the decision to join the Erebonian Empire. At that time, we had one such meeting. I have always believed that we made the right decision and that Julay will be able to usher in a more prosperous future. β
The councillors below were still waiting for the end of the motions, but Duchamp suddenly understood the code that Speaker Delgado was waiting for.
The two cars stopped in front of the Speaker's mansion, and Duchamp sensed the little red dots that got out of the cars one by one.
He quietly asked the waiter, "Where is the bathroom?" After getting the pointers, he found the bathroom, pressed the flush button, and covered the communicator on his chest: "Attention, there are uninvited guests coming, more than 10 people. Please note that the perimeter personnel retreat some distance and be careful not to be noticed. If the red light is on, cancel today's action. β
The communication was soon finished, and Duchamp walked out, and at this time, Congressman Delgado was getting to the point: "Now we are faced with a dilemma, the empire has failed to support and develop Julay financially as planned, which is mainly reflected in two aspects: first, that Julai's proud tourist scenery has not been developed; Second, the original plan to use modern machinery to help us develop the Qiyao Stone Mine failed to be implemented. Together, these problems have led to Julay's economic predicament today. β
"That's right, the Speaker is so right!"
There was a commotion below.
"The market in Julai is declining, trade routes are shrinking, unemployment has reached a terrible level, and prices are still depressed, all of which are different from what we expected."
"That's right, it shouldn't have been incorporated into the Empire in the first place." A reckless guy shouted below, and the councillor next to him quickly tugged at his sleeve.
"Ladies and gentlemen, now that the Governor has proposed that the integration plan of the Qiyao Stone Mine has been blocked, so the issue of modern mining of the mine has not been resolved for a long time, and he hopes that tomorrow the council will vote on whether to approve the integration of the mine plan or reject the integration of the mine plan, so we must come to discuss this issue today." Delgado continued.
"Do you need to ask? Of course, if the mines are all operated by the Governor's Palace, even if they are modernized, the benefits will have nothing to do with us. Some impatient lawmakers responded below.
"That's right, we're going to veto this plan firmly." The parliamentarians echoed passionately below.
There was the sound of neat footsteps at the door. Delgado's face did not change and he continued his speech impassionedly:
"In order to settle the matter once and for all, and to many other matters concerning the annexation of Julay to the Empire, including the purchase of grain from Julay by our neighbour Gatapunia, I hereby invite you to meet here tonight to discuss this series of questions. In order to make the problem more solvable, I have also invited to our meeting a person who has been extremely influential on these matters, and that is the Governor of Hiddleston. β
"What!" Many councillors were stunned when they heard that the Governor was coming. Some of the councillors boldly shouted from below: "Filitz, this is a gathering of the Julais, why do you want to inform the Governor?" β
"Our will alone will not solve the problem, and we must have a fair chance to talk with the Governor." Delgado said sincerely.
"That's right, we have to have a showdown with him!" The parliamentarians are not afraid of death, although they already know who is outside the door, but as long as someone starts up, the mouth cannon mode that has been cultivated for many years will be launched immediately.
Olivier shook his head and muttered, "The show is about to begin." β
"That's right, but what does that have to do with people like us?" The blue-haired man came to Olivier's side unknowingly, and said with a smile, he looked left and right, and asked strangely, "Hey, do you have another partner?" β
"Is there something wrong with me?" Duchamp walked over from the side as if nothing had happened, he looked at the chaotic situation at the scene, and proposed: "We are not parliamentarians, this meeting is not suitable for us to participate in at the moment, let's go to the sidelines." β
"I think too! We are not parliamentarians. The blue-haired man chimed in. The five of them walked towards the empty rest area on the side, waiting condescendingly to see a good show.
One of the guards walked into the hall and shouted, "Your Excellency the Governor has arrived." β
On the second floor, Duchamp patted his chest happily: "Fortunately, I am witty, otherwise I would have to salute now." β
"Yes, yes, smart people always know how to seek good fortune and avoid evil." Brother Lanmao said triumphantly, if it was an outsider who didn't know the truth, he thought that these two people were friends who had known each other for at least ten years.
Duchamp was very unhappy, why do you always answer me, are we very familiar! But as the Governor walked in, his attention was drawn to a new focus.
"Damn, it's unreasonable, to be a governor at such a young age!"
As everyone saluted, a young governor who was meticulously dressed and even wore a sword walked in, and Duchamp carefully observed the governor, and was almost certain that it was the governor who had had a "spiritual exchange" with him that night.
"It's nothing more than pretending, although I try to make an old look, but in fact, I am still very naΓ―ve when it comes to handling affairs." Brother Lanmao looked at the governor's straight waist and sneered mercilessly.
Duchamp nodded fiercely.
Brother Lan Mao was triumphant: "You see that I am much more witty, when this governor wanted me to be the governor, I was just inappropriate, if I did, wouldn't I be this stupid?" β
Duchamp rolled his eyes and said casually: "Disrespectful and disrespectful, I didn't expect you to even look down on the position of the governor, so if you say that, you have a lot to do with the governor." β
"Normally, it's just that we're in the same class." The blue-haired novice flicked the ash on his clothes, as if he was talking about an inconsequential little thing.
"It's been a long time, I don't know what kind of school can actually cultivate people like you?" Duchamp asked.
"Tolz Non-commissioned Officer School, have you heard of the name of this school?" Brother Lanmao said proudly.
Olivier and Mura turned their heads around with a whoosh.
"I've heard that it's a school that has a reputation for cultivating comics." Duchamp scoffed.
Brother Lanmao's face collapsed: "Which school did Your Excellency graduate from, and you dare to laugh at our alma mater like this." β
Duchamp pouted disappreciatively: "I'm just telling the truth, unfortunately the people I know who graduated from your school are all a group of comics." After saying this, he was satisfied to admire the blue haired brother and Olivier behind him at the same time, he smiled slyly, and pointed towards the governor downstairs: "For example, it is your classmate below, every move is simply typical of the comics. β
In the hall, the Governor, who was alive, richly dressed and heavily armed, was striding towards the councillors in the hall. He strode in front of everyone, Delgado hurriedly stepped out of the seat, and the governor said with a sneer: "It seems that before I came, you had a very lively discussion on the affairs of the district, and now, please continue the discussion." β
In the hall, there was a sudden silence.
Brother Lan Mao frowned at the governor's actions, as well as the faces of the councilors below, and couldn't help but shake his head: "You're right. β
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