In the room, some miserable-looking people gathered.

But then again, at a time like this, except for those celebrities and politicians, who can do it without being miserable?

There was a very special glint in the eyes of these people, and they were preparing to do something big, but among these people, there was one person who was different from the others, or two people.

"Martin, I don't know if it's right or ......not," he said, an ordinary man in his forties, wearing a summer short-sleeved shirt he bought a few years ago, a pair of shorts that he had worn for two years, and leather sandals that were worn in some places, but this was already his most decent outfit.

The man he called Martin stood against the wall by the window, one hand across his chest, palm tucked under the armpit of the other arm, and a cigarette in the other.

The cyan smoke in the dimly lit room seemed to turn a dim yellow, rising relatively straight at first, and then seemingly disturbed by some air current, and began to tremble, and finally disappeared.

He was looking across the street at the hotel, and he had come with a mission to make a fuss about the welcome dinner at the town hall.

As a Conservative-leaning Socialist workers' representative – a phrase that may be a bit of a mouthful, Martin was a trade union worker delegate who was very active in the factories and was good at organising workers together, in union parlance.

Of course, from the factory owners' point of view, Martin was an out-and-out thorn, not only as a troublesome worker representative, but also often entangled in small groups to organize workers to strike and stop production.

In addition to these statuses, he was also a full member of the Socialist Party because of his activity, and the reason for joining the Socialist Party was probably that the workers' representatives could mix the title of a low-level cadre here, and have some power, which was much easier to mix than on the side of the Progressive Party or the Conservative Party.

As for the political position, he is actually biased towards the Conservative Party, in fact, the working class is more or less biased towards the political position of the Conservative Party, their attitude towards life is the same as their work, they do not want any unplanned changes, if there is no change day after day, it must be the best life.

Not long ago, he received a task to create some trouble in this diplomatic activity.

In essence, he did not agree to this demand, you must know that he is no longer the kind of worker at the bottom who works in the workshop all day long and makes himself dirty, he is already half a cadre, as we all know, the worker representative is no longer a worker in a sense, he is just a representative.

He knew what it meant to make trouble on such an important national issue, but the other party made a condition that he couldn't refuse, and even now, he still felt a little heartbeat when he thought about it.

Two cashier's checks of 10,000 yuan, or cashier's checks of the six major banks in the Union of Bayler, do not require any proof, as long as you take them to any regular bank, you can turn them into cash, or let those numbers representing wealth be added to the designated bank account.

This is a condition he can't refuse, before the recession he can take 287 yuan and 35 cents a month from the factory, this money is roughly equal to his income in seven or eight years combined, not to mention that the current economic environment is so bad, this money is even more important.

In the face of a colleague's inquiry, Martin extinguished the cigarette butt on the windowsill, his expression revealing some weirdness, "We are not wrong!"

The people in the room looked at him, and he looked at these people, doing what he had been doing all along, stirring up the emotions of the workers.

It's just that before he instigated antagonism between labor and management, now he instigates antagonism among the people of the Union of Baile against the United Kingdom of Nagalil, and he is very good at this.

"Listen, first of all I have to tell you that we are not alone, we have behind us not only our families, but also countless ordinary people of the Baile Federation, and we are standing together at this moment. ”

"I don't know if you've heard that the federal government is going to support Nagalil with a large amount of supplies and help them build factories. ”

"They would rather give their little money to the barbarians who eat bloody flesh, and would rather build factories and create jobs for those barbarians, than look down at us who need help!"

"If we don't fight anymore and don't make our voices heard, the devil knows what our society will become in the future!"

"It's not about fighting for our own rights, it's for all of us, for the Federation!"

Martin stirred up the atmosphere in a few very simple words, and he used the phrase "eating bloody meat" to ridicule the Nagalils as savages, when in fact only a very small number of people had eaten half-cooked steaks in the federal society so far.

Most people still eat fully cooked steaks, because some parasites and contamination problems have caused serious mass health incidents, so people will try to cook the meat as much as possible, rather than half-cooked.

This way of mocking the lower civilizations is very well recognized by the people, who are indignant and say something and curse something.

Martin looked at his companion beside him, his eyes were deep, "Trust me, we didn't do anything wrong!"

His companion did not persuade him again, but sat back worriedly.

At 6:45 p.m., some distinguished guests began to enter, and Martin snuffed out most of the cigarette he had smoked and threw it on the floor.

At this time, there were already more than a dozen cigarettes lying on the ground beside him, and the whole room was filled with a strong smell of smoke, and his heart was definitely not as relaxed as he appeared.

"Begin, brothers, let those old men listen to what we have to say!"

The people in the room began to act in silence, they did not shout, they did not roar, but they seemed extraordinarily powerful.

Diagonally across the road, the mayor of Port City is greeting some important guests, a large number of media are surrounding the hotel's entrance, and the flickering of magnesium lights makes a small area seem like daylight.

The promotion of the establishment of diplomatic relations with Nagalil came from the order of the presidential office, so this time a lot of heavyweight media came, whether they are on the side of Mr. President or not, they need to report the news truthfully.

It doesn't have much to do with the stance of these media outlets, who can still greet Mr. President and his political ideas that may seem deformed to some people, but there are some things that everyone needs to stand by, and that's the rule.

When the President pro tempore of the Senate arrived at the scene, he directly raised the standard of this reception by at least two levels, knowing that there is no need to alarm a politician of the level of the pro tempore speaker of the Senate when receiving a delegation from a small country like Nagalil.

But he came, which also bodes well for the determination of Mr. President.

Just as the media frantically took pictures of the gentleman in the flash center and raised his hand frantically to ask questions, the shouting sound from across the road instantly caused a very short, deathly silence at the door of the bustling hotel.

A crowd of ragged workers rushed in with slogans such as "We need food," "We need jobs," "Politicians are giving away our money generously," and in an instant security officers, FBI agents, and a handful of NSC agents sprang into action.

But the problem is that it's not in a private place, it's not in a remote mountain forest, it's the heart of the city, and there's a heavyweight media from all over the country.

The pro tempore president of the Senate, who was being baptized in the spotlight, left his position as soon as he noticed the problem and walked towards the hotel.

The mayor followed up with an apology, but in exchange for a somewhat indifferent sentence from the interim speaker, "get this here done as soon as possible".

But since this matter has started to stir up, it is naturally impossible to solve it so easily, so many domestic and foreign media are watching, the Federation is establishing a positive image in the international community, and it is impossible for them to suppress these demonstrators in front of these media.

The police, the agents, the agents, just controlled not to get too close to the hotel, and other than that, they could only stare at them viciously.

The F.B.I. and local police departments are already mobilizing more police forces to maintain order here, and they don't know if there will be more unexpected incidents, and everyone's nerves are highly tensed.

The deputy chief, who was entertaining in the hotel, listened to the noise outside, and those reporters were not afraid that the matter would make a big fuss, but that it would not make a big fuss, and they asked loud questions around the demonstrative workers, and in the process of opening and closing the hotel door, the sound came in.

Then, he saw the pro tempore president of the Senate and took the initiative to greet him, "It's a great honor to invite you......"

The Congress of the Federation of Byler is a very special body, and when the authority of the president has not reached its peak, the power of the Congress is significantly higher than that of the incumbent president, especially in the first four years, and after four years, when the president's authority reaches its peak, even Congress has to make concessions when facing the president.

The current Mr. President is still very "dangerous", and it is obvious that the power of the National Assembly is greater, and it is very normal for the deputy secretary to make such a low profile.

It's just that the temporary speaker is very displeased, he doesn't hide his unhappiness, "I hope this is not a decision to regret, you have to deal with the situation outside as soon as possible!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and shook the second chief very casually, then walked into the hall with a cold face, leaving the second chief standing in place in confusion.

Less than a minute later, his assistant came back from outside with a worried face and whispered something in his ear, which made his expression suddenly become terrifying.

He didn't show a hideous expression, the muscles on his face didn't shake, he wasn't much different from before, but everyone could feel something terrible from his face.