The bar is doing very well, and even in this conflict-ridden area, it still maintains a pragmatic business line of making money.

Obila Hologram is airing an interview with Mr. Puddink, who has always been a sharp-tongued political columnist. He has a large fan base, because most people like this style of being bold and outspoken, asking the most poignant questions of well-dressed politicians, which is more likely to provoke a sense of identity among ordinary people.

Human beings are always like this, on the one hand, they expect to improve, but on the other hand, they want someone to disclose ugly negative information.

After interviewing current affairs critics, it is natural to return to the main topic of the president's inauguration.

"I am very happy to have the Confederation contribute, this is the voice of the 200 million people of the Federation......

A few young people in the corner of the bar suddenly threw a spilled bottle: "This is just, have they counted the people who are against it?" Hundreds of millions of people in the Mada Federation are right, but none of the people I know have voted. Listen, no one can be free to represent us! ”

Their words were like pouring a scoop of water into a boiling oil pot, and the small space suddenly boiled. I thought they would leave angrily, but it wasn't, after all, the inauguration of the president is a big deal, and even if you don't support it, at least you can't miss the live broadcast of the ceremony.

Will the Mada Federation change something because of this man's coming to power? Everyone is curious to hear what kind of promise the new president made to 200 million people, which is the most listened to lie.

From Pinnskaya Street to the Blue Temple, the short journey is heavily guarded, with heavily armed soldiers and policemen filling every corner of the city. A long presidential motortour was heavily guarded towards the Blue Temple. Preparations for the inauguration ceremony.

A black KH commercial hybrid outside of Kagat is hurtling towards the Westridge Gorge. Compared to the hustle and bustle of the city. It's eerily quiet. It's eerily quiet. On both sides of the road are dense pine forests, and when the wind blows, large clouds of snow fall on the roofs of cars from time to time, making a fluttering sound.

In the back seat of the car was a blonde young man, somewhat emaciated, with a light gray suit and a dark striped tie and a golden brooch. Maybe it's really pure gold, and judging from the color, it's very likely. He looks handsome, and his eyebrows and eyes are full of unruly color. There was a somewhat inappropriate smile on the corner of his mouth. His eyes shone brightly, staring quietly ahead, clutching the black briefcase tightly in his hand.

The end of the asphalt road was blocked by a huge black iron door, and the car slowly stopped, and the ball camera reached over and peeked into the car before the door slowly opened. Behind the door, the road continues to be different, but the color is different from the outside, and the road surface is carefully swept away with snow and ice.

The KH commercial hybrid drove forward, bypassing a snow-covered meadow and grove. Stop in front of the white villa in the center of the manor.

The young man got out of the car and looked up at the sky. Take a deep breath of cold air, then walk briskly up the stairs.

The door was pushed open, and he stepped inside, and the thick warmth immediately melted away the little snowflakes on him, and soon a thin layer of mist appeared on his suit.

"The master is waiting for you." A grim-faced butler took his coat.

The young man walked up the spiral staircase and ignored the priceless paintings hanging on the walls.

The study on the second floor is large, with huge bookshelves filled with heavy hardcover books. There were no lights in the room, and the snow outside the window made half of the room a little cold. But on the other side, there was firewood burning in the fireplace, and the fire flickered and flickered, reflecting patches of light and shadow, and the air exuded a deep smell of tobacco.

The holographic TV in the corner of the house is broadcasting the inauguration of the new president, and there is an old-fashioned antique sofa facing the holographic TV.

The silver-haired old man leaned back on the sofa in silk pajamas, staring at the holographic TV screen expressionlessly, the pipe in his hand flashed a faint red light from time to time, and then white smoke rose into the air.

The young man pushed open the door and walked in, first at the holographic TV, and then at the old man.

"The time is just right!" He smiled slightly, walked quickly to the old man, bowed down and whispered, "Everything is going well!" ”

The old man didn't look up, but said two words quietly: "Sit down!" ”

The east hall of the Blue Hall was unusually quiet, and time seemed to stop waiting with bated breath with the people.

In the white flash, the current president, Blake Sr., walked slowly to the side, and stood there with a calm face. His time was over, and he knew what role he needed to play.

Kueller smiled and nodded at him in thanks, carefully straightening the corners of his clothes and stepping forward. Little Blake in the audience had a forced smile on his face, this is a victor's coronation ceremony that the loser must attend, but the reality is so cruel.

Kuhler walked to the center of the podium and paused in front of the justice.

"I solemnly swear that I will faithfully carry out the office of President of the Federation and do my utmost to abide by and defend the Charter of the Federation!"

Facing the Federal Justice, Kueller pressed the ancient "Gris Divine Law" with his right hand, palmed his left palm forward, and solemnly swore an oath with a solemn face.

The oath is not long, these dozens of words have not changed for hundreds of years, and it is only people who have changed, and the most incomprehensible thing is that the oath he wants to read is much shorter than the vice presidential oath

The elder Blake didn't care much about what the new president was doing, he was now only an alternate role for the president in the formal power sequence, and he had to win the next time.

If he can't find a way to make the president have some accidents, then he can only stay away from the president's light in the future, hiding in a dark corner until his death.

Kuller in the center of the podium withdrew his right hand placed on the Grimsian Divine Law, representing the completion of his oath. The thunderous applause broke the solemn silence, and the flashes came and went, which was extremely dazzling.

Kuhler smiled and waved to the audience, looking at the excited applause, as if someone whispered in his ear: "From this moment on, you will be one of the most powerful people on the planet Gris." ”

At the same time, an imperceptible uneasiness flashed through his eyes, and another voice sounded in his head in time: "But he is also one of the most dangerous people on the planet Grims. ”

"Mr. President! Congratulations! The Chancellor held out his right hand.

"Thank you, Justice!" Kueller came back to his senses, held the judge's hand tightly, and gently felt that his back was already a little wet, it was a slight cold sweat.

The cheers rang out again, and the new president turned to salute all those present. The lights are still flickering.

In the tavern on the corner, people were raising their glasses, and the whole Federation was a celebratory scene.

The blonde young man and the old man on the second floor of the villa sat side by side on the sofa in front of the fireplace, staring at the fire with their eyes, and as the light of the fire danced, a faint smile appeared on the person's mouth. (To be continued.) )