"The five colors are blinding, and the five tones are deafening......," Wen Zhong shook his head. The strife of the past, the destruction of the past, the graffiti of the starship, and those baseless rumors of salvation make them worship a false god! He closed the cup in his hand with a thud.

"It was the fool who chose this place as the chairman's mansion back then, and it was he who gave these stubborn old fellows a chance to make a big mistake and cry for independence for the sake of their faith! He gave the feathers unrealistic hopes, and rushed to develop Falkus. Wen Zhong closed his eyes in pain at this time, an experience, an unbearable past seemed to be tugging at his nerves.

"Regardless of the belief in heat and sandstorms, it seems that the miracles of their so-called feather gods have been exhausted in the previous generation!" His voice was a little agitated.

"You ......" Sophia looked at Wen Zhong's gradual gaffe strangely, 40 years ago...... He is in his 20s...... Is there any connection to the famous colonist massacre at the beginning of the Great Phorcus Migration?

But Wen Zhong ignored her, and continued to talk to himself: "Until 20 years ago, these believers in false gods were still living in dire straits. He began waving an arm. If I hadn't proposed in the Joint Parliament to disband their armies, give them order, and allocate a huge amount of money for UNDP to send its best troops to make them livable on that worthless and broken planet, they would have become the opposite of these so-called independent teaching materials! ”

"Michael and ...... You guys...... They are all raccoon dogs, and what do they say to recognize independence and give freedom to the Kezmians, what is freedom? Is it the so-called freedom in those stinking caves of Ahula? Wen Zhong looked even more angry, his eyes staring at Sophia with a vicious look, who was now stunned by his expression.

"You, Sophia, do you want to pass on the suffering of the Feather people to the Kezmians again?" Wen Zhong pointed at her.

"Yes, of course they will happily take it like a baby pimple, build flags, compose national anthems, build hundreds of statues of Fakhl and his true god, and sing and dance on them. But in the end, when calamities are rife and plagues are rampant, who will help them get through them? Is that you? Madam Chair of the Alliance? Wen Zhong was furious at this time, he uncharacteristically finished saying this, and couldn't help turning his back, the tea cup in his hand made a slight sound, as if his hands were shaking badly.

There was silence in the living room at this time, Sophia didn't know what to say, she had never seen such a Wen Zhong, and she could bet that no one had ever seen it. This wise political evergreen who has always regarded Tao as his sect and his purpose as his purpose is so incomprehensibly hostile to Itong's Falkus.

"My bad...... It's rude. After a long time, Wen Zhong said suddenly, although he was still turning his back, Sophia could clearly see that he seemed to be wiping away tears with one hand.

"Old Man Wen......" Sophia just wanted to speak, but Wen Zhong interrupted her.

"I used to have a wife...... And she ......," he said, "she ...... He's a devout Feather God believer......"

"The colonist massacre of Folkus?" Sophia suddenly realized at this time, and in order to confirm it, she asked softly.

"Hmm." Wen Zhong turned his back and wiped his tears with his hands again.

"She wouldn't listen to my advice, and was full of enthusiasm to join in the construction of the damn Great Feather Statue...... As a result, when the super sandstorm hit, they were unprepared and couldn't deal with it. Wen Zhong closed his eyes and looked up to the sky and sighed.

"Belief is too sacred to be touted by the world, and it is useless when the force field generator malfunctions, and you can only fall into the agony of suffocation, watching the raging sand bury itself...... She and most of them still have no bodies to this day, and they are deeply submerged in the desert outside the city of New Beijing. ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wen." Sophia issued a heartfelt apology, she didn't know that this old man who advocated celibacy had a family, and it sounded like he had a deep affection for his wife, which may be the reason why he never married.

"Well, you should have fully understood my point of view, and if I can't settle all this smoothly before I leave office, I am afraid that I will dig up the graves of future generations of conservatives, saying that I have allowed separatism to run rampant in the Banctuary, and if nothing else, it will also provide a strong excuse for future colonial riots." Wen Zhong turned around at this time, and the expression on his face was as usual.

"Now that the colonies of multiple galaxies are already on the verge of moving due to the current situation in Zoroaster, you don't want to be anxious about these things during your tenure, do you?" The old man stroked his long hair and began to smile at Sophia again.

"Say, Elder Wen, what do you want me to do?" At this time, Sophia felt that she had to change her mind, but Wen Zhong did not answer her directly.

"Imagine if a rat escaped into a rat hole, would you have any other way than to tear down the entire wall so that it had nowhere to hide?" He asked Sophia with a smile, but the latter shook her head in confusion.

"Although they are tenacious and tenacious, they also have a bottom line of forbearance. Although the rat hole is damp and dirty, and there is no sunlight all day long, as long as there are a few wheat straws and a few drops of sewage, as long as they can live, these stubborn little ones will never come out. Moon Zhong smiled at Sophia.

"Are you talking about a material blockade of the Zoroaster system?" Sophia asked with a frown.

"Supplies blockade?" Wen Zhong stared at Sophia and smiled even more. "After Fakhl made a deal with you and exchanged titanium for bosom wheat that could be eaten for a hundred years?" He laughed, interrupting Sophia before she could open her mouth.

"Sophia, don't deny it, I can understand that this is just a simple family business......" Wen Zhong said with a smile. But maybe in the next hostage crisis, use the private armed forces of Zhenwei Company to play a good public relations card of repairing the plank road and secretly crossing Chen Cang. He winked at Sophia, which made the latter discourage him from arguing and respond with silence.

"Accidents always happen, don't they? Sophia, the fire under Ahura must have made the original conspirators hate you very much......" Wen Zhong was satisfied to see a hint of strangeness in the expression of the woman in front of him.

"No, no, it's not a material blockade, I know better than you that it's nothing in the hearts of the rats who can live with one mouthful." Wen Zhong brought the topic back to square one.

"You can't tear down the whole house, but you can let the heating in it fail, overheat or get too cold, so that they can't survive in the rat hole, that's the right way to get rid of the rats." He finally gave an answer.

"Are you talking about how to intervene in Zoroaster's living conditions? But Ahriman is at the end of decay, and their sun has already entered the initial stage of death......"

"Yes, it will be hundreds or thousands of years before helium changes and becomes an expanding red giant star over the ages, by which time this mouse may have been raised into a dragon." Wen Zhong spread his arms. "Ahriman's death process needs a small acceleration, and I know that your planetary research institute in the Minotaur already has a prototype similar to a stellar bomb."

"Using a stellar bomb on a galaxy that is home to millions of humans?" Sophia looked at Wen Zhong with a horrified expression, and she realized that the other party was not joking. "No, Wen Lao, this is too risky, and it is impossible." She shook her head in rejection.

"If that's the case, then it's time to go back to the previous topic......" Wen Zhong said with a smile undiminished. Sophia, you know, I can ruin your dream of being the chairman......" he stared at Sophia with a playful expression. Heinrich, in the game where the cards were all spread out, looked at her with the gritty color on her face that faded and turned into worry and hesitation.

"I know that you and your team will definitely come up with a way to make those followers accept the facts and return to the big family of the Silver Alliance." Wen Zhong nodded with satisfaction and made his final suggestion to the future chairman of the Yinmeng.