On the holographic TV, Cooler has already begun his inaugural speech, his sideburns shining brightly, and his smooth skin hides the reality of last year's fifties. In front of hundreds of millions of viewers across the Federation, his face exuded true sincerity, and his eyes were also endlessly sincere, and no one could see any hypocrisy from him at the moment, except for those politicians, of course.

"Great start!" The old man said.

"Lack of suspense, I can memorize every word, if he didn't read it wrong!" The young man's tone was filled with contempt for the new president.

The old man waved his pipe and interrupted him unpleasantly: "Will, listen carefully and study carefully, there are many things worth learning from you. ”

The young man was silent, got up, walked to the fireplace, and added some firewood to it.

President Kuller on the holographic TV has a grim face, counting the dilemmas faced by the citizens of the Mada Federation, from inflation to tax policy, from unemployment to budget deficits.

It's a pity that it's not enough to just ask questions, everyone knows that Planet Grims is full of difficulties, what is missing is the solution to the problem and the people who implement these solutions, and the one who complains about his predecessor can only temporarily divert attention.

"When there was no war, eight years was the longest he could have gained." The old man patted the armrest of the sofa and dusted off the soot that had fallen on it.

"He's won dozens of states, and at least one thing shows that he's a lot better than Blake Jr., and re-election may not be a problem."

The old man smiled slightly, spread his hands and said, "Western cowboy, this identity is very useful." ”

Will glanced at it and replied lightly: "Then little Blake was once a hero on the battlefield?" Among those who are running for president this time, there are not many who can drive shuttles. ”

The old man was silent for a moment. A faint cloud of smoke once again enveloped his face. It seems more and more that the years are deep: "This kind of thing always comes first and comes later." ”

The old man smoked deeply. Close your eyes and savor the rich aroma.

"Most of the silent death-fearing ghosts have defeated the real elite, and this will be the beginning of a new era!" Will stared at the growing flames and said slowly.

"Thought always precedes action, like lightning before thunder. Our time comes from the transmission of ideas, but one person is not enough. The old man put down his pipe, and his voice was extremely low and hoarse, and there was a feeling of suffocation.

"It's not enough...... he said, raising his pipe and puffing in silence. He exhaled the cigarette heavily, and said slowly: "Fortunately, you can use the existing time to buy more time, and use the existing power to build stronger power." You'll hike through worlds that you wouldn't have been able to reach, and hopefully I'll be lucky enough to see that day. ”

Will nodded in understanding, looking up at the holographic TV for a long time.

"The economic ills have plagued the people of the Union for a long time, and while it is unlikely to disappear immediately, I believe it will disappear eventually. Because as citizens of the Mada Federation, we will continue to do everything that needs to be done to carry forward this free and great country! ”

Speaking of the last sentence. President Kuhler clenched his fists in front of words like "freedom" and "greatness". People are always very excited.

"Freedom, I don't like that word!" The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, slanted his pipe, and said coldly.

Will shrugged his shoulders and turned his head to look out the window, the cold wind was still bitter from the movement of the treetops, and although it wasn't cold in the room, he habitually threw more pieces of wood into the stove.

The light of the fire first dimmed, and then several sparks appeared, which were caught by Will with his hand before they landed, and he didn't seem to feel the scorching heat of the sparks.

He chuckled, almost in sync with the new president's lines on the holographic TV: "The Mada Federation was born for this, and the first people who were exiled to the planet Grims established this federation, and we have a yearning for freedom......"

"Is freedom important? Important enough to ignore the rules? Ignoring tradition? The old man smiled disdainfully, "Laissez-faire freedom will only make Planet Grims worse, not better." ”

Will argued, "Of course, I agree with you. Especially now, the freedom of the enemy is our nightmare. ”

Realizing that the topic of freedom was not popular with the elderly, he immediately changed course: "In the face of the enemy, argument is often fatal, and tolerance should be shown to be ignorance." ”

Did he really mean these words? I'm afraid that it may not be, the shallow smile on his face is a little fake, but fortunately the old man didn't see it.

The old man nodded slightly: "The times are different, and freedom may be a shackle." But it can be a motivation, and it depends on the person. ”

He looked up at the ceiling and spat out the last smoke ring: "Freedom may be a thing for those bastards who have nothing to eat, but for those who really live on this land, there is no bread and life at all. ”

Will turned his face to the holographic TV, but his words were to the old man: "What matters is not what he says, but what he can do, and what he will succeed in the end." ”

Toward the end of the new president's speech, Will stood up and tried to pour some wine.

"If there's one thing you can learn from experience, it's that you need to prepare...... "The old man closed his eyes in pain and said lightly, "The enemy is always in the shadows, ready to strike you a fatal blow." ”

He hadn't forgotten who had betrayed them that year, and it was the people he thought he could trust the most, the deputy director of BCI, Adonis, who was now a reporter for the Blue Temple for the Obila Broadcasting Company. Once, the family stood resolutely opposite him, like the shadow of the firelight now.

There was something eerie in the old man's words, and the area of the room that was not reflected by the fire and snow became darker and darker.

Will looked out the window again, and the darkness of the sky made it look dark in some places, as if there were a pair of evil eyes glowing faintly, and he couldn't help but shudder.

There was jubilation in the holographic TV, but there was dead silence in this room, and the old man took the wine glass from Will's hand, shook it gently, and took a small sip for a long time.

President Kuller had finished what he had to say, and finally let go of the fist he had been clenching and breathed a sigh of relief. Next up was the inaugural luncheon, where he needed to thank each of the key people and certainly not miss out on getting close to Blake.

The old man stood up and walked to the fireplace and sat down in his rocking chair, and began to shake slowly, the pipe that did not leave his hand was filled, and once again it glowed reddish, and Will stood in front of the window and looked thoughtfully at the sky outside.

Time flies in thought, until the night is dark, and the old man gets up and walks to the window. The snow outside had long since stopped, and the yellowish street lamps shone on the snow in the forest of the manor, faintly black, like this dangerous planet Glis.

"Jingle bell—"

Will quickly walked over and picked up the phone.

Hearing the other party's voice, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he covered the microphone and said to the old man: "It's him!" ”

The old man nodded, and slowly walked over to take the microphone. (To be continued.) )