I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 362: Risk of falling out of favor

Sitting at the counter, Ling Ping'an still remembered the smell of the grilled mushrooms.

"It's delicious..." He said, "It's just a little bit less..."

Meow!

The kitten at the counter agrees very much with his owner.

Turn on the TV. There is a debate program on the TV.

This kind of debate program, in the Federal Empire, generally has a strong sense of governance.

Academy and Zhengzhi have been entangled since ancient times!

It's just that the current academic debate is very peaceful.

Everyone is a gentleman of Qianqian, who will stop until they surrender and lose half.

So, it's not as tragic as it was hundreds of years ago-at that time, academically lost, even the body may be wiped out!

The various party fights in the previous dynasty have made the country miserable.

Yes, after the founding of the motherland, the great father was very disgusting!

In the next hundred years, the construction of the entire country was also centered on ‘departisanship’.

Today, the election game of the Datong and Republican factions is a bit similar to that of the officials two thousand years ago.

Gentlemen are not group, so they are not party.

The two factions are actually very loose factions based on academic thinking.

Even, people often jump back.

Today’s Datong faction, tomorrow’s Republican faction, the day after tomorrow may feel that ‘the Datong thought is more in line with my heart’.

This is commonplace in the Federal Empire, and no one will think it's wrong.

Not to mention deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors, repeating villains.

On the contrary, this is considered to be ‘compliance’.

Um...

Since ancient times, scholar-bureaucrats have never followed the ruler.

I don't think it is right, so I must oppose it!

In addition, it is the so-called ‘a gentleman has nothing to fight, he must shoot.’

That's the debate.

It's a mule or a horse, pull it out.

What they have to do is to use this method to convince the people to choose the blueprint they have drawn, and then hand it over to professional officials, which is the cabinet system.

Finally, it is ‘Gentlemen are in harmony but are different.

It doesn't matter if you lose, as long as you lose too much? How many things can be divided.

Because according to the Constitution? Any party must get more than 70% of the electoral votes? Only then can it be fully qualified to govern!

That is? Recommend all cabinet ministers and formulate all policy lines.

But...

Actually? Scholars who call themselves Qianqian, even if they won more than 70% of the electoral votes.

Will also be very gracious inviting losers? Come to ‘plan for the country together’.

Of course? During the general election, the smell of gunpowder is still quite sufficient.

Just like now, guests in the studio.

The Datong faction and the Republican faction are hand in hand.

In order to stick to the ‘Great Way’ in my heart? Saliva flies?

This kind of disclosure is mainly due to the mistakes and scandals that the other party has made in history.

For example, the Republicans have been accusing the Datong faction of being in power last time? They indulged the control of financial capital, which led to the financial tsunami and stock market crash.

The Datong faction mainly grasped the republicanism this time in power? Some policies designed have led to the economic downturn during the current cabinet term.

Ling Ping'an looked at it for a while, only to feel drowsy.

"What is this..." He murmured: "All of this..."

"Actually, I prefer to see you tearing and breaking the news..."

"It's best to tear up the image of gentlemen from those scholars?"

Young people always like something entertaining.

Of course? Lingping knows it too? His idea is totally unrealistic.

A serious national event? How can it be entertained?

National affairs must be serious and prudent!

That’s why Taizu, Taizong, and Gaozong made those laws and policies during the reign of the regime, and even wielded butcher knives and chopped off countless heads to pave the way for them.

He leaned on the chair and looked at the time. It was almost ten o'clock.

"Um..." Picking up the phone, he glanced at the message that my aunt had just sent: "Have you arrived at the hotel in Nanzhou?"

He looked at the location of the photo sent: the Kingdom of Southern Zhou. Jiangdu Port. Jiangdu Manor Hotel.

"Tsk tusk..." He sighed: "It's another five-star hotel..."

"The treatment is great!"

With a beep, another message came from the hand letter: Xiaoping, next month the Imperial Capital Association, will you go?

Lingping looked strange: Auntie, how did you know this?

Hey hey...

Shanren has its own way!

Ling Ping'an looked at and shook his head. He knew that it was his aunt's colleague or friend who received the news.

So he typed and answered: Um...I am going...

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Yay!

Chu Weiwei just finished taking a bath and suddenly heard the captain's cheers in the living room.

She put on her bathrobe, went out, and watched the captain holding the phone on the sofa, very happy.

"Captain, what's the good thing?" Chu Weiwei asked.

"My little nephew... is finally willing to go to the imperial capital to join the sorority party!" Li Anan clenched his fist and said happily.

She doesn't believe it. In the imperial capital, how can that little nephew be able to hold in front of all the beauties in the world?

If so.

Then she has to seriously doubt the orientation of this nephew.

When Chu Weiwei listened, she didn't quite understand.

But since the captain is happy, that's a good thing!

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Zhang Hui looked at the time, it was ten o'clock.

He got out of the car that had been in for almost two hours and closed the door.

Then, I found out the flashlight that I hadn't used for a long time and thought I might never use it again.

He tried it, and the flashlight was still bright.

So he took it and walked forward.

Cross the road and bypass a secluded street.

In front is the industrial park.

Walking along the abandoned industrial park courtyard wall, walked forward, and soon reached an intersection.

Turning his head to look, the secluded streets are quiet, only the street lights are flashing.

Zhang Hui took a breath.

Then, he took the flashlight, turned it on, and shone forward.

The bright light came out and shone in the fog.

Everything around the body, I don't know when, has changed.

He was surrounded by mist.

But Zhang Hui has been here once, so he is not surprised.

He took the flashlight and walked forward.

In the depths of the fog, there is a flickering light.

While walking, Zhang Hui thought.

"This time..."

"My task is to explore his opinions on the construction of nearby communities..."

If you object...

Naturally, nothing will be mentioned.

If it is acquiesced...

The abacus in Zhang Hui's heart was struck.

There is a lot of land for development here.

It is entirely possible for the cabinet to come forward, eat all of it, and then build a dormitory for the children of those who have contributed, or for key scientific research institutions and potential rising stars.

The development, construction, and distribution of this area are based on the national situation.

This is what Zhang Hui thought.

In his view, wealthy private capital or extraordinary people are not qualified to distribute these benefits.

Because they have not assumed any obligations and responsibilities at all.

All the risks are borne by the black guard.

It can’t be said that the black guards are fighting the risks, but they are taking the benefits?

That makes no sense!

Of course...

Zhang Hui understands that his plan must be approved and accepted by the bookstore owner.

He can't do anything without nodding his head.

Because...

He brought everything here and around here.

In a sense, in fact, the black guards have already been around here, and they are classified as similar to the diplomatic consulate.

This is both respect for each other.

It is also respect for oneself.

With this in mind, Zhang Hui has slowly walked to the door of the mysterious bookstore.

Raising his head, Zhang Hui felt that the exterior wall of the building, which looked plain in appearance, was faintly, as if there was a liquid like water flowing slowly.

In his spirit, an inexplicable voice said to him: "That is one of the incarnations of the nameless mist..."

"An unknown fog?" Zhang Hui wrote down the title: "An unknown ancient god?"

He has been practicing "The Book of Reason" for some time.

So, he also understood who wrote this book?

Yes!

An ancient and extraordinary race.

A race known as ‘absolutely rational’.

This race is known for its powerful spiritual power.

They can ignore most mental attacks.

It can even reverse time and space, wandering through one era after another with the mental and physical situation.

To avoid the crisis of extinction, to continue civilization.

It's a pity...

After all, they encountered an unavoidable hunter.

The interstellar transcendent species named Flying Polyps destroyed them.

The last Isi was even made into specimens and became the collection of the bookstore owner.

It is precisely because of this that, in a sense, Zhang Hui, who has obtained the Book of Reason, can be regarded as a descendant of the Ith.

Is people’s worldview is very peculiar.

Gene, blood, soul...

None of them approved.

Because these things for Isth are roughly the same as the flesh and skin that the Buddha said, and they can be discarded at any time.

Only the form of the id and the spiritual will are they recognized.

Therefore, in a sense, Zhang Hui was regarded as his own by the Isi who had been made into specimens and had in fact died, with only a little remaining instinct.

Sometimes, the dead spirit will tell Zhang Hui some secrets.

Like now.

It's a pity...

It dares or cannot disclose more information.

Zhang Hui walked to the door and knocked gently on the door.

Tuk tuk tuk...

The bookstore owner’s business soon came out from the door: "Please come in!"

Zhang Hui opened the door gently and stepped into the bookstore.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the mysterious bookstore owner, just like last time, sitting in the old wooden counter, seemingly looking at the computer screen in front of him.

He lifted his head, the flames under his eyes, swaying.

The fog-shrouded head is hazy.

Zhang Hui's spiritual sense, keenly aware, he seems to be a little more ‘complete’ than the last time he met...

"Complete?" Zhang Hui thought about this sudden idea.

He already understood something in his mind.

"This ancient god, lives in seclusion...not just in the game world?"

"He may also be looking for something about himself..."

Thinking of this, many questions in Zhang Hui's heart were immediately resolved.

"That's right!"

"How can an existence like this stay in the earth for a long time casually?"

In myths and legends, there are times when humans and gods coexist.

But both the East and the West mentioned a common concept: Gods will eventually leave the world.

Because it’s not good for them to stay here for a long time.

Thinking about these things, the bookstore owner’s words came in my ear: "Guest, are you?"

Lingping looked at the seemingly familiar guest in front of him. He scratched his head and asked: "Are you a federal worker?"

Today, Zhang Hui is wearing a very standard federal civil service attire.

Zhang Hui looked at the ancient **** and the fire in his eyes.

Suddenly, he was blessed and nodded: "Yes, I am a federal worker!"

Speaking, he took out his wallet from his arms.

There are many business cards in the wallet, which are designed to facilitate dealing with ordinary people.

Looking at these business cards, Zhang Hui’s sixth sense made him draw out a black business card.

Then he held it and handed it over: "Your Excellency... I am from the Social Investigation Department of the Federal Empire Cabinet..."

"I am being ordered to conduct a social survey..."

The Social Investigation Committee of the Federal Empire Cabinet is an institution shared by the Republicans and the Great Harmony.

It is also an organization responsible for providing social data to the cabinet and center, as well as the Council of Ministers.

It is a variant of think tank.

Many policies are determined based on the investigation information of this department.

Zhang Hui watched the ancient **** holding his business card, and the fire in his eyes slowly swirled.

He immediately smiled and said: "I was ordered to inquire about the area near your Excellency..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Hui's heart could not help but plop.

He was a little scared.

Fortunately, Zhang Hui knew that this ancient **** knew that everyone was playing games.

A game rule set by the ancient **** himself.

The proud old **** wants to dress himself up as an ordinary bookstore owner.

So, everyone cooperated with Him to play this game.

Even if everyone knows it.

But if you don’t want to die, you have to obey his rules of the game.

Play this game with him called "Guess what I want to do".

Of course, kindly, he will give some kind hints to poor humans through words or some actions.

But in general, the framework of the rules has already been determined.

This is a bit like that fairy tale of Qin Lu—the emperor's new clothes.

To some extent, Zhang Hui knows that this is actually a test.

Test whether you have enough respect and loyalty for yourself, the black guard and others.

Sure enough!

The ancient **** on the opposite side~IndoMTL.com~ handed back the business card in his hand, and then said: "It turned out to be Investigator Zhang..."

"Please sit down!" He invited Zhang Hui to the sofa and sat down.

Then sit on the opposite side.

Next, He asked: "Mr. Zhang, have I seen you?"

Zhang Hui was shocked.

He knew that this might be a test.

It may also contain some instructions.

He immediately began to use all his wisdom, thinking with all his strength.

Because, if this question is not answered well, he will be angry.

At least I will not like myself.

Release the ancient times, this is "out of favor".