"Stephanie, good girl." Michael connected to the Secretariat's communications.

"Can you deal with these jackals for me?" He flattered and smiled at the screen.

"What excuse did you use this time?" Holographic screen, Secretary General of the Presidium Stephanie. MacIntyre frowned habitually.

"Taking a vacation seems like a good idea, after all, everyone is doing it, isn't it?" Haydn scratched his head.

"Your role is not part of a rotational role." The Secretary-General reminded him coldly.

"Let them guess, I think I have more important things to do than to come up with all sorts of decent nonsense." He spoke in a pleasant voice, and never dared to slack off on this woman who had served as the chairman of the Silver Alliance for three terms.

"Do as you say, but please stop calling me 'girl', thank you." McIntyre, who is no longer young, has always been known for her rigorous style of doing things, her unsmiling stereotyped expression, she does not marry, she has no scandals, she always combs her hair back and runs like a complex and efficient machine.

"As you wish, Miss Macintyre." After Haydn changed his name, Stephanie's image disappeared from his eyes.

Teasing MacIntyre is like teasing a rock, but the chief of staff always enjoys it. There is no interesting element in this, and from the perspective of his own sexual preferences, it is impossible to have any degree of ambiguity. He himself couldn't explain why he did this, maybe he just wanted to see the other party who was as serious as a stone and could smile one day?

Michael shook his head, got up with the cup in his hand and walked to the rest room, and when he returned to his desk, he couldn't help but be amazed at how efficient Ms. MacIntyre was, just between boiling a cup of frog milk and mocha, and the access signals had disappeared from the panel one by one.

"Michael, come to my office." The hologram ignored his unanswerable setting and suddenly popped up, and Wen Zhongci, the chairman of the presidium of the Silver Alliance, and his face appeared in front of him.

"Chairman...... Mr. President, have you arrived? Haydn looked a little caught off guard.

"Well, just arrived, come on." The image of the white-bearded old man disappeared in front of him.

Michael quickly got up from his desk and walked out of his office, where his own secretary Alex sat at the desk outside the door.

"How many times have I told you that you don't have to stand up! Why can't you listen? "Do a good civilian job, and the rice buckets in charge of personnel in the Human Resources Department will give me a military cadet...... Haydn endured the unhappiness in his heart and walked past the secretary's desk with a gloomy face.

One of his subordinates pulled out the document in his hand and tried for Haydn to sign it, but he blocked it with his hand.

"Let's go back, okay?" He tried to be as amiable as possible.

"Michael...... Mr. ”

"Please call me Haydn." Michael is not what you hairy boy can call, and the chief of staff feels that he dislikes this secretary soldier more and more.

"Yes, Mr. Haydn, there's your emergency communication, and I just wanted to inform you and came out."

"Isn't there a shortage of emergency communications today?" Haydn smiled and wanted to turn and walk away.

"It's Sofia of the Security Council. Madam Heinrich. Alex stammered.

Michael slowed down, but continued to move.

"Even Yahweh Himself has to wait." He dropped a sentence coldly.

……

The retina within the dedicated elevator captures light identified Michael. Haydn's identity was only slowly activated, and a few seconds later, the ladder door opened, and the sudden temperature difference made him feel a chill.

Haydn straightened the neckline of his uniform, gently closed the magnetic buckle on the hem, and reconfirmed the dress before stepping out of the elevator.

The chairman's floor of the presidium of the Silver Alliance is located on the top floor of the first highest building in Angel City, the 'Angel Sword', and its enduring one-store, one-room, and one-person building is a well-known tradition of the officials of the Silver Alliance.

The lighting section of the chair floor is made of nano-siliceous glass that can withstand Level 6 explosives, and has a mothership-level force field shield generator. If necessary, the booster engine at the bottom of the floor can also fly the entire floor away from the building along with the Angel Sword, which is the symbol of Angel City, and then evacuate to a safe area with a small Leap Engine.

Michael. From the red carpet on the periphery of the floor, Haydn stepped down a cobblestone path through a bamboo forest and artificial rockery, across a small bridge, past a stream, and finally stopped in front of a thatched hut.

He pushed open the emerald green bamboo door and entered, where a table and chair made of green fern vine branches were placed in the center of the hut, and the surrounding walls were covered with landscape calligraphy and paintings, and nothing else.

Wen Zhong, chairman of the Silver Alliance, stood in front of one of the ink paintings framed with gold trim in the room, his hands behind his back, admiring the brilliant galaxy depicted in the painting.

"What do you think about that?" Wen Zhong did not turn around, as if immersed in the artistic conception of calligraphy and painting in front of him.

"This crisis began with Rosenwell's underestimating enemy, but there are still many doubts in it, in short, since we have fallen into the trap of Fakhler, it is imperative that we find a way to solve the pressure on the media, and the people need a reasonable explanation, I think ......"

"No, I'm asking you what you think of this painting." Wen Zhong stroked his long hanging chest with his right hand and said slowly.

"Is this your old new work?" Only then did Michael realize that the ink paintings on the walls seemed to have never been seen.

"It's really gratifying to be able to finish the results of these days of retreat, and it's probably the most satisfying one I've ever painted." The old man slowly turned to Haydn.

Wen Zhong, the current chairman of the presidium of the Silver Alliance, has pure yellow-skinned blood and is nearly 70 years old according to the standard of the Silver Alliance. He was easy-going and friendly, with a wide range of connections, and was even more popular among the people, with the Men of the Silver Alliance calling him the 'First Citizen' and the Kander people calling him a 'wise man who knew what to do'. His pro-people style helped him win a large number of votes twice in a row and held the presidency for 10 years in a landslide.