Chapter 635
My Empire Chapter 635
2020-11-03
Chapter 635 636 Salted Tofu Brain and Sweet Bean Curd"Chris..." Looking at the empty podium on the TV, Dez squeezed the remote control with one hand and covered his mouth with the other, suppressing the urge to enter the palace to see the emperor.
He knew that Chris must be in a very bad mood at this moment, but he had no good way to comfort this former friend.
Yes, former friends. Back then, he could treat a down-and-out City Lord as a friend who could make friends.
He was young at the time, and Chris was in his prime. But as time passed, he became more and more afraid, and regarded the god-like emperor as his friend.
But now that I think about it, it's not Chris who has changed, it's himself - Dez smiled wryly and shook his head slightly, not even turning on the TV, he just lay on his back on the soft sofa, staring at the ceiling. daze.
As the Prime Minister of the Empire, is he really selfless in many cases, and thinks things from the perspective of the country?
As Chris's most important partner, did he keep up with Chris as he moved into the future?
Like what Chris said at the end, when Chris looks all around, does Dez stand there, smiling?
These soul-crushing interrogations made Dez restless. He doesn't think he's done well enough, at least compared to Emperor Your Majesty, he's far from enough!
At the same time, Schumann, who was standing in front of the TV, watched the copy of the application for training camp repairs rejected by the district council, and loosened the crumpled puppet prosthetic limb that had pinched the copy. .
He was very angry just now and was very dissatisfied with the decision made by the District Council. He felt that he was born and died as a soldier, but those civil officials were holding back the soldiers because of a little money.
Yes, he is not a "reformist", but he is indeed a warrior with a strong "military" mentality mentioned in the Your Majesty speech.
He believes that the war is not over yet, and everything must make way for the military. He is what Your Majesty said, those "militaries who look down on civil officials and are brave and good at fighting to expand their territory"...
A feeling of shame and self-blame came to my heart, and it was only at this time that Schumann was Realizing that in the past, the loyal patriotism he believed oneself infallible had long since been abandoned by himself.
The country he loves, the great Great Emperor to whom he is loyal, has actually been deeply hurt by his believe oneself infallible mistakes again and again.
In a dark room with no curtains drawn, a fatty weighing 200 pounds was sitting in front of the computer, watching the flashing screen, and didn't go to pick up the snacks piled next to the keyboard for a long time.
The quiet room should have been filled with the sound of the densely packed keyboards being stopped, replaced by a long, silent silence.
After a long while, the fatty finally extended the hand and pressed it on the mouse. He shook his wrist lightly, letting the cursor stop at the location of a shortcut key on the desktop.
With the faint click of a double click, a forum interface appeared in the center of the computer monitor. This fatty in the dark entered his account password, then ignored the number of comments displayed in the upper right corner showing 999, and reopened a post.
"I watched the speech of the Emperor Your Majesty, and I think, I owe Your Majesty an apology." The sound of crackle hitting the keyboard sounded again, and the fatty began to write quickly what he wanted to say discourse.
Lines of content were left on the computer screen, with remorse between the lines: "The post I posted before about the sweet and salty party was really boring."
As he typed, he glanced at the snacks next to the keyboard, those sweets that used to look delicious, but now look unappetizing.
Forget it, today I have to reflect on myself, just take one bite... He averted his eyes and continued to write in his upcoming post: "Those who love sweets, also You can become friends with people who like salty food..."
After he typed the last sentence, he pressed the mouse on the release button, and pressed it immediately without any hesitation.
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Sitting up from the expensive sofa, Dez walked quickly to his desk, and he took out one of the blank memorials he had prepared for a long time. copy, spread it on the table, and wrote a short message with a pen.
He looked at his most playful memorial ever, with a sincere smile that had been disappeared for a long time.
"Someone, send this memorial to Your Majesty!" He called his secretary and pointed to the unsealed memorial on the table.
When the secretary picked up the memorial, he only saw a paragraph with only the handwriting flamboyant: "I'm sorry! I'm slack! But I promise, when you look all around, you can see me!"
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Schumann put down the document in his hand, he felt that he had to use his actual actions to prove his love for this country and his most emperor Your Majesty 's loyalty.
He stood up and walked towards the gate. When he pushed open the door, he found that Speaker Allen was standing outside his door with an embarrassed expression. He seemed to want to knock on the door, but hesitated. .
"Speaker Allen...why are you here..." Schumann was embarrassed for a moment, and then quickly stepped aside: "Come in and sit... just in time, I have something to tell you. "
Old fogey Allen's face was slightly red, and apologetically laughed: "I won't go in, in fact, I don't have the face to go in as a guest... Today I'm here to apologize, maybe we had some Misunderstanding, but I promise, from this moment on, I'm just a district speaker of the empire..."
"I...I actually did something wrong." Schumann scratched his head sadly , he took another half a step back and made an inviting gesture: "Come in and sit down, no matter what misunderstanding... I think we are all willing to solve the problem for our motherland."
" You are right! Lieutenant Colonel Schumann." Speaker Allen, nodded, walked into Schumann's villa: "As long as we are all loyal to Your Majesty, then there should be no essential differences between us."
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In the dimly lit room, fatty clicked on a newest reply, which was a message from a netizen named "Salted tofu brain is king".
"I was excited before, I apologize for the scolding...I think you're right, we can all be good friends whether it's sweet or salty."
When fatty was happy, he grabbed another handful of sweets and stuffed it into his mouth. With his oily fingers, he tapped on the keyboard: "I'll try something called bean curd brain tomorrow. Eating sweet bean curd..."
(end of this chapter)