"Smack"

The black ball is in the pocket.

Morgan added another seven points to Tyrande.

Morgan said: "Juan, you have said so much, but you have not explained why you want to build a grand alliance and take the democratic line, instead of being the emperor and take the dictatorial line. ”

Juan replied lightly: "Because I think the imperial dictatorship is a very backward system." ”

Morgan disagreed: "I don't agree with this, I think the imperial dictatorship is conducive to social development, you think, the emperor gives an order, the whole country is united, and nothing big can be done."

"If you take the democratic line, you have to hold a meeting to discuss everything, vote on it, and if you are not annoyed, how can you work together to do great things?"

Juan asked rhetorically, "What if the emperor is wrong?" ”

"How could the emperor be wrong?"

"The emperor is a human being, of course he will make mistakes, just like playing billiards, who will not make mistakes, this is a game that makes fewer mistakes than who makes mistakes.

"It doesn't matter if you make mistakes in the game, if the emperor makes a wrong decision, then the whole country is unlucky."

Tyrande scored another goal and Morgan reflexively added a point.

Morgan said: "Be careful in your decision-making and ask your courtiers for their opinions before making a decision, so that you can avoid making mistakes." ”

Juan sneered: "The courtiers who are checked and balanced will only provide selfish opinions, or they will sing praises and only say good and bad."

"In this case, it is easy for the emperor to make mistakes in judgment and make wrong decisions.

"For example, during the Second World War a thousand years ago, the Japanese emperor didn't believe what his courtiers said that China could be destroyed in three months, but as a result, the Battle of Songhu alone lasted for three months."

"This does not prove that the emperor's decision will be wrong, no one can predict the future, the decision itself is risky, as long as it is revised or changed when it is implemented, isn't it."

"Who dares to amend? Those courtiers who can only pat themselves on the back will never dare to disobey the emperor's will.

"They know that the decision is wrong, and they will act as if it were right, regardless of the consequences, and it is the people who are unlucky anyway, not them, and they can even benefit from it."

"Then the people will oppose it."

"Is it useful to oppose the population? Let's not talk about whether the opinions of the people can reach the ears of the emperor, and even if they do, will the emperor admit his mistake? Where is the face of the emperor who confessed his mistake? ”

"Smack"

Tyrande scored, Morgan added points.

"The emperor can blame the courtiers for the mistake and punish the courtiers to calm the people."

Juan rubbed talcum powder on the tip of the pole: "What can be pushed on the courtiers is only a small problem in the implementation of decisions."

"The decision itself is made by the emperor, only the emperor can change it, and if the emperor does not admit his mistakes, he cannot change it, and he must continue to implement it.

Therefore, in order to shirk responsibility, the courtiers will inevitably whitewash the peace, falsify data to emphasize the correctness of decision-making, or mislead public opinion, or even prohibit public discussion.

"But mistakes in decision-making cannot be whitewashed, and going in the opposite direction will only lead to mistakes on top of mistakes, and the final result will inevitably be catastrophic."

"Smack"

Tyrande continued to score and Morgan continued to add points.

"Juan, I think your point of view is too absolute, there are still many good emperors throughout the ages."

Juan sneered: "In the feudal era, the emperor could revise the history books and create his great and upright image through the policy of fooling the people, but now is the era of information circulation, who wants to put a master on his head?" ”

"No, no, Juan, you are too extreme, I can list several emperors for you, and I can also give you examples to prove that even in the information age, there are still people who are willing to put a master on their heads."

……

In the end, neither Juan nor Morgan convinced anyone in their debate about the route.

"Smack"

Tyrande hit the black ball into the bottom pocket with one shot.

On the green billiard table, only a white "lonely man" remained.

Morgan dialed the score to 147.

0：147

Tyrande wins.

She proudly invited, "Juan, do you want another game?" ”

"No, I'm not interested in standing stupid again."

"What about Mr. Morgan, would you like to play a game with me?"

"No, unless you agree to me playing with a Winchester shotgun."

"Hahaha, Mr. Morgan, you're so humorous."

Ya Ling on the side came up with great interest: "Sister, I'll play a game with you." ”

Tyrande, who considers himself a human, rolled his eyes: "Sorry, I'm not interested in playing billiards with humanoids. ”

She picked up her portable projector and sat down on the couch to play.

Yaling, who was racially discriminated against by the same kind, was extremely embarrassed.

Juan believed that if Yaling hadn't worried that his sister Tyrande had some brain problems, no matter how good his temper was, he would have gone crazy on the spot.

Juan relieved Yaling and said, "Yaling, can you help us make a drink?" ”

"Okay, boss."

Yaling walked behind the antique bar in the officers' club and fiddled with the drinking utensils.

Juan and Morgan sat on the tall round stools in front of the bar.

"What do you two want to drink?"

Juan: "Give me a vodka martini, shake well without stirring." ”

Morgan: "A Johnnie Walker Gold Medal whisky, pure, no ice." ”

Tyrande beckoned from the couch: "A glass of Bloody Mary, with some mustard." ”

Yaling poured wine for Juan and Morgan.

Then he hatedly added a large lump of mustard to the ketchup for the Bloody Mary.

It's enough to choke people to death.

But Yaling carefully reduced the amount of vodka in the cocktail, after all, elves are not good at drinking.

Even elves who think they are human are not good at drinking.

Juan smiled and shook his head, anyone with such a sister would be like Yaling, loved, hated and pity.

Morgan took a sip of pure whiskey, and he seemed to be inspired by alcohol:

"I see, Juan, no wonder you're so disgusted with the imperial system."

Juan was confused: "What do you understand?" ”

"It's a harem, an indispensable harem for emperors!"

"No, what does this have to do with the harem?"

Morgan had a serious face: "You can't set up a harem, so you refuse to be the emperor!" ”

", I've never heard of anyone who refused to be an emperor because he couldn't handle the harem."

"You are!"

"You've drunk too much, Morgan."

"I just took a sip, to you."

The two clinked glasses and each took a sip.

The heat wave of vodka rising in his stomach made Juan get up: "I'm settled." ”

"Really?"

"Of course, Moth accepted Lisa, and she didn't object to Lolita, how about it, I'm amazing."

"I don't believe it."

"Really, when did I lie to you!"

"You've lied to me a lot, forget it, believe you once, say, what price did you pay?"

Hearing the "price", Juandeser's face instantly collapsed.

He looked up at the ceiling at 45 degrees, and there seemed to be tears flashing in his eyes: "Selling sons and daughters." ”

Then he looked down at his hand with baby-like delicate skin: "Severed hands and feet." ”

Morgan seemed to understand, but he didn't seem to understand, but he still cooperated with Juan's mood, handed over the wine glass and persuaded: "Mourn." ”

The two clinked glasses again and drank silently.

"Bang"

The thick wooden door of the officers' club was smashed open, and old Zach, who was covered in water, walked in.