"Thank you!" Blair chuckled and nodded gratefully, as if someone had won the election and opened the champagne to celebrate. Blair looked out the window and said with a faint smile, in less than half a year, I think, the Conservative Party
No matter how good the words are, no matter how wonderful the singing is, no matter how perfect the promises are, it won't be as fatal as my last step, right?
Thinking of this, a proud smile appeared on Blair's face. Maybe this is politics, this is the political world. In order to get votes and win elections, anything can be traded. This is just a small speck in the election.
…
Zhongnanhai, Mr. Jiang’s residence.
In December, the weather is cold, and the red maples outside the window are all over the ground, which is very beautiful. In an attic of Jiang's old house, the empty conference room is filled with valuable red pine furniture, and valuable red pine furniture is hung on the walls.
Liancheng’s ancient ink paintings include those by Zheng Banqiao and Yan Liben, a famous painter from the Tang Dynasty...
However, at this time, no one was admiring the antiques in the room. Everyone gathered in front of the long table in the attic, with their heads hanging down. These people could be said to hold important positions and hold the power of the entire China.
Everyone here is an important minister of the government. In front of the chairman's seat, two people are sitting calmly, one on the left and one on the right. Mr. Jiang is on the left, and Chairman He is on the right.
Next came Vice Chairman Lin and several committee chairmen, and General Situ was also among them. Standing next to them were two assistants in suits and leather shoes, waiting on this group of big men.
The room was dull and no one spoke. Everyone felt very constrained here. Even General Situ, who had always been carefree, couldn't help but put away his temper and sat upright on the chair, his eyes darting around.
He glanced around. Mr. Jiang had a gloomy look on his face, and kept tapping his withered fingers on the mahogany table. The sound was very small, but it was very clear to everyone's ears.
"Tell me, what's going on?" Old Jiang tapped his fingers slowly.
"Mr. Jiang, I'm afraid there's something fishy about this matter. How could their bullshit tower be blown up?" General Situ stood up immediately, glanced at everyone, and said, "You said, they are such bullshit.
Why do you suspect that we did it? Why are you still protesting strongly? Damn it, if it was really me who did it, I would jump up immediately and give a speech. It's a pity that I can't lie!" "Thank you!" Blair laughed.
, nodded gratefully, as if someone had won the election and opened the champagne to celebrate. Blair looked out the window and smiled lightly. In less than half a year, I think, no matter how well the Conservative Party speaks, it will not be able to sing.
No matter how wonderful the promise is, no matter how perfect the promise is, it's not as fatal as my last step, right?
Thinking of this, a proud smile appeared on Blair's face. Maybe this is politics, this is the political world. In order to get votes and win elections, anything can be traded. This is just a small speck in the election.
…
Zhongnanhai, Mr. Jiang’s residence.
In December, the weather is cold, and the red maples outside the window are all over the ground, which is very beautiful. In an attic of Jiang's old house, the empty conference room is filled with valuable red pine furniture, and valuable red pine furniture is hung on the walls.
Liancheng’s ancient ink paintings include those by Zheng Banqiao and Yan Liben, a famous painter from the Tang Dynasty...
However, at this time, no one was admiring the antiques in the room. Everyone gathered in front of the long table in the attic, with their heads hanging down. These people could be said to hold important positions and hold the power of the entire China.
Everyone here is an important minister of the government. In front of the chairman's seat, two people are sitting calmly, one on the left and one on the right. Mr. Jiang is on the left, and Chairman He is on the right.
Next came Vice Chairman Lin and several committee chairmen, and General Situ was also among them. Standing next to them were two assistants in suits and leather shoes, waiting on this group of big men.
The room was dull and no one spoke. Everyone felt very constrained here. Even General Situ, who had always been carefree, couldn't help but put away his temper and sat upright on the chair, his eyes darting around.
He glanced around. Mr. Jiang had a gloomy look on his face, and kept tapping his withered fingers on the mahogany table. The sound was very small, but it was very clear to everyone's ears.
"Tell me, what's going on?" Old Jiang tapped his fingers slowly.
"Mr. Jiang, I'm afraid there's something fishy about this matter. How could their bullshit tower be blown up?" General Situ stood up immediately, glanced at everyone, and said, "You said, they are such bullshit.
Why do you suspect that we did it? Why do you still protest so strongly? Damn it, if it was really me, I would have jumped up and made a speech. It’s a pity that I can’t lie!”
