Professor Jinda is an old man over seventy years old. He has a thin body, a straight waist, and wrinkles on his face. However, he has a pair of eyes that are as clear and insightful as a baby. He can even turn these eyes into
It would not be an exaggeration to describe it as autumn water with pruned pupils.
Usually, he would cover his eyes that see the world with thick reading glasses.
These intelligent and beautiful eyes often brought him trouble.
When I was young, because I was too smart to discern the intentions of my superiors, I was complacent and always thought that I was unique, capable of changing the world, and high-spirited. All difficulties could not resist my youthful spirit and prosperity.
As a result, he was almost blinded by a branch of the Weeks family, which taught him a very important lesson. From then on, he rarely smiled.
He still remembered that the moment he saw Hail entering the Kandor City Neutrino Laboratory for internship, he felt that Hail would definitely become a very important figure in the future.
Because unlike other young people, he is high-spirited and in his prime, pointing out the country and looking forward to the future. He is always calm, praises the efforts of others and praises their excellence in a timely manner, handles the relationship with the people around him calmly and calmly, and
There is no lack of putting forward his own opinions, and he is always so submissive to others, who silently agree with him, admire him, and respect him.
Until he recognized Jor-El as his father, he was not the center of everyone, but he was an existence that no one could abandon.
After accepting Jor-El as his father, many of his companions felt extremely lost and disappointed.
They were disappointed that Haile gave up his surname, gave up his dignity, took the upper class man Jor-El as his father, entered the Central Academy of Sciences, and pursued fame and wealth.
They longed for Hal to become a shining star for a moment, change Krypton, and change this solid society.
They were really disappointed. As disappointed as they were at the time, there were huge abuses and curses. They thought that they and others had placed everything on Hale, and that Hale shouldered their hopes and abilities that they did not have.
Bearing their inability to change society, they pinned their beautiful wishes and dreams on Hail, but Hail betrayed them and became the dog of the upper class.
Only Professor Kinda has been watching and secretly helping Haier.
His eyes did not see the wrong person.
Haer is indeed an amazing person. He dares to do things that others dare not do. His will has never wavered. All accusations and abuses cannot change his firm determination.
He clones high-level officials and wants to change Krypton.
Then he was sent into space by Jor-El.
Professor Kinda had only been pregnant with Yu for a long time. He often drank alone and missed Hal under the moon. Sometimes he couldn't help but fantasize about what Krypton would be like if Hal succeeded.
In the end, Professor Jinda was still unable to see such a scene.
Hal, this is my hope.
Professor Kinda adjusted his clothes a little, took off his thick reading glasses to Mrs. Keira-El, showed his clear eyes, smiled, and said: "Mrs. Keira-El, I choose Haier——
god!"
Professor Kinda smiled.
The corners of Keira-El's smiling mouth slightly pulled down.
She never expected that a professor from the Kandor City Research Institute would be so indifferent.
He is welcoming a cruel king to rule him. Isn't this the case in Krypton's history? What will happen in the end? The people live a life worse than death, starving and eating each other to survive.
In the end, it was the upper-class parliamentary families of Krypton who brought hope, leading this group of useless people to initiate reforms, defeat the king, and establish a parliamentary system.
Even if the parliamentary system has many shortcomings, there are still people who check and balance each other. Aren't the people still living well?
Even if you eat poorly, endure a little humiliation, and have no freedom in life, aren't you still alive?
Power needs to be checked and balanced so that the people below can have hope.
Keira-El ignored Professor Kinda with her eyebrows. This kind of scientific nerd did not understand the harm of monarchy at all. It was going against the historical precedent and abandoning the perfect system that had been handed down from Krypton for millions of years, which ultimately harmed the people.
It's always you civilians.
Who do you think I am speaking for?
I am speaking for you!
Keira-El knows that there is never a shortage of smart people, especially the various smart consuls supported by the El family.
She elegantly kept her face calm, waiting for the speaker.
Professor Kinda chose the god Hal, a middle-aged and strong Dr. Xia Dou with a little black beard on his chin. His eyes only glanced at Keira El, and he remained silent without making a sound.
He will not support Keira-El.
Dr. Chateau felt that Keira-El was going crazy living in an upper-floor house.
Can you think about who saved these 7 million Kryptonians?
Can you think about where you are waiting for someone else?
It seems there are two options.
In fact, there is no choice at all.
Even if you have a choice.
Dr. Xiadu would not choose the Kryptonian Council in the past.
Will the top management continue to manage these 7 million people?
Regardless of ability, only those with family blood can be qualified for many important positions. Do I still choose to continue to flatter more than a thousand classes?
That being the case, I choose to flatter only one class.
In the square, except for Professor Jinda after he finished speaking, it suddenly became quiet. You could hear a pin drop, and everyone's eyes were darting around to see everyone's choices.
Smart people don't say anything because they know they have no choice.
Those who are not smart have already made their choice in their hearts.
The surrounding atmosphere was dull and eerily quiet. The slightest sound of breathing seemed to be amplified in everyone's ears, making people unconsciously feel impatient.
Keira-El's elegant beauty wrinkled slightly, her originally smiling and calm face also darkened, and with an unhappy expression, her eyes began to scan the surrounding crowd.
Finally, she found a goal.
"Come out and tell me your choice."
Keira-El said calmly, with calm pressure.
The guy she pointed out was the director of the Cando City Real Estate and Housing Management Bureau. He had a Maitreya smile and a big belly.
Keira-El pointed him out not because she remembered his name.
But two years ago, the director of the Kandor City Real Estate and Housing Administration performed a novel song singing the honor of the Al family at his birthday party, which she remembered deeply.
Then she ordered the people of the Al family to promote his position to the position of director of the Kandor City Real Estate and Housing Administration.
It can be said that this guy belongs to the Al family.