The American Renaissance Party made a declaration to nominate Victor Hugo, which caused the whole of North America to appear calm, but in reality there was an undercurrent. Some people wanted to speculate, some wanted to boycott, and some wanted to be a wall boy.
Zhou Qingfeng is sitting in Mexico City, and everything seems to be business as usual, but secretly many people have begun to connect. Among them, the most restless are the Han forces who are directly related to him.
"Our population is too small. It's enough to rule Mexico with fear. If we try to build the Holy America, we're so ambitious that something could go wrong."
"It's not us who proposed it, it was the American Baath Party. Why don't we just go with the flow?"
"The Baath Party is trying to trick us. That Osborne has evil intentions and is putting us on the fire."
"The American political tradition is dominated by 'rich white men'. If we rashly intervene, it will trigger a violent backlash."
"But now is a God-given opportunity. If we don't seize the opportunity to suppress the white forces, we will regret it for the rest of our lives if we miss the opportunity."
"Does this kind of strategic decision allow us to talk nonsense here?"
The Ministry of Agriculture of the Aurora Legion has a small manor outside Mexico City. This is a small club run by Minister of Agriculture Deng Chengwen. All those who can enter are high-ranking figures among Zhou Qingfeng's compatriots. At the moment, many people are busy discussing the 'American Empire'.
All the jumpers rushed over.
Qi Guangrong from the Ministry of Public Security, Deng Chengwen from the Ministry of Agriculture, Qin Weidong, Zhang Hong, Wen Tianyu, Chen Rui, Liu Meng, Meng Xinjun from the military system, Cao Zhen, the Minister of Mining, and Jiang Zihua from the medical field. There are quite a few people, counting.
This is the largest gathering of senior Han officials since the founding of the Legion.
As soon as we got together, everyone was in a quarrel. No two people had the same opinion.
Some people thought of taking advantage of this opportunity to make a big splash, while some people denounced the risky behavior of not recognizing their own strength. Some people even thought of simply wearing a "yellow robe". The person who came up with this idea was collectively scolded - be careful of flattery.
On the legs, it’s hard to guess what our Lord is thinking.
The Han people always have a dream of becoming a marquis, prime minister, and wife. Don't expect this dream in your homeland, but if you become a noble in a foreign country, that's not bad. It's not that these high-ranking Han officials in the army don't want Zhou Qingfeng to ascend the throne.
The key is that they all feel that white power in the United States is too strong and the risks are too great.
"Actually, we should find a way to ask our boss what he thinks?" Zhang Hong said.
Qin Weidong sneered from the side, "Xiao Zhang, you are our army commander's favorite general, go ahead and ask."
Zhang Hong immediately looked embarrassed, waved his hand and said with a smile: "Forget it, I don't have such a big face. I might even get scolded."
"Maybe we should ask Xiao Yi." Deng Chengwen on the other side came up with an idea.
Everyone is obsessed with the origin of Xiao Yi. Some of the Han people under Zhou Qingfeng are from the mainland, some are from the United States, and some are from Africa. Everyone usually has a small circle.
After Xiao Yi appeared next to Zhou Qingfeng, her work ability was impressive, but everyone was curious about her origin. Because everyone had communicated in private for a long time, they found that this mysterious woman did not belong to any party - she suddenly
came out.
Regardless of whether Zhou Qingfeng is the emperor or not, the Han people actually prefer him to marry a woman of the same race as the head of the harem. Asking Xiao Yi seems to be a good choice at this time, at least Xiao Yi will not be dissatisfied.
A group of Han bosses did as they were told and immediately contacted Xiao Yi in the name of discussing official business. However, when asked whether Uncle Zhou intended to become emperor, even Xiao Yi was silent.
The two parties in contact were silent on the radio for more than half a minute, and Xiao Yi replied in a dry tone: "This matter is too sensitive. I will not take the initiative to ask."
After hanging up the contact, the senior Han officials were greatly distressed, and Xiao Yi could not calm down. This smart woman couldn't help but feel agitated after learning about the declaration of the 'Holy American Empire' - if Zhou Qingfeng becomes emperor, who will?
Is it the queen?
Xiao Yi knew very well what kind of strength Zhou Qingfeng possessed. Others felt that the chance of becoming emperor was too slim, but she knew that it was not impossible, and it could even be said that it was very possible.
If North America can be conquered, it is natural for Zhou Qingfeng to take advantage of the situation and conquer South America. The empire thus established will be unprecedentedly huge in the world, surpassing the Soviet Union that once lashed the earth, with a land of more than 40 million square kilometers and two
The ocean as a sea area.
What a great empire this is!
A unique existence in human history.
Just thinking about it in your mind will make you dizzy with excitement.
As the first queen of such a huge empire, her name is destined to be recorded in the history of human civilization, enough to be sung by future generations for thousands of years.
To be honest, Xiao Yi also wanted to know what Zhou Qingfeng was thinking. She had thought about it many times in her mind, and even rehearsed more than a dozen plans on how to bring up this topic naturally.
But the more concerned she became, the more worried she became. Xiao Yi had to force her heated mind to calm down. She knew that coming forward at this time would definitely become the target of public criticism, at least disrupting the friendly cooperation atmosphere between herself, Lina and Catalina, and even destroying it.
My relationship with Zhou Qingfeng.
The harm in this is too great.
But she didn't know anything and was still too passive. Xiao Yi thought about it for a while, trying to find someone who could attack Zhou Qingfeng. After thinking about it, she felt that Ma Keshi, the leader of Zhou Qingfeng's bodyguard, was stupid, stupid and rough.
The mutants are the best people to ask.
But when Xiao Yi encouraged Ma Keshi to inquire, the leader of the personal guard who was deeply trusted by Zhou Qingfeng refused to be the leader, "I am only loyal to Victor Hugo, no matter he is the commander of the regiment or the emperor."
."
A concise and concise sentence contains many meanings.
Who said mutants are stupid? Stand up for me!
Xiao Yi was choked and speechless by this answer. Ma Keshi's answer was clearly rough and subtle, and he was as wise as a fool.
At the end, Marcus also kindly reminded: "Lina and Catalina asked me to ask before, but I refused. Although my brain is not very good, I also know that the decision of whether to be the emperor or not is up to Vic.
More than Hugo, no one else."
"But Victor doesn't know about this yet. Maybe you should remind him." Xiao Yi still wanted to encourage her. She was embarrassed to say that she didn't dare to report this extremely sensitive matter.
But Marco Shi shook his head and said, "No, the legion commander already knows about this."
"What? He knows?" Xiao Yi was shocked. His mind was running at high speed, thinking of thousands of possibilities and consequences. The first thing to be sure is..., "Who told him?"
"I don't know. I only know that the legion commander received a letter from New York two days ago. After he opened the letter and read it, he laughed and said, 'You actually persuaded me to become emperor?'" Marcus shrugged.
He said that he knew this much.
Xiao Yi's mind was racing again - a letter from New York? That's David Lawrence's territory. But it's impossible for David Lawrence to write a letter asking Zhou Qingfeng to become emperor, right? And Zhou Qingfeng didn't feel angry at all after reading the letter.