"Chris..." Looking at the empty podium on the TV, Des held the remote control with one hand and covered his mouth with the other hand, suppressing the urge to go to the palace to meet the saint.
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, a former friend. Back then, he could treat a down-and-out city lord as a close friend.
At that time, he was young and Chris was in his prime. But as time went by, he became less and less afraid to regard the god-like Emperor as his friend.
But now that I think about it, it was not Chris who had changed, but Des himself who had changed with a wry smile and shook his head slightly. He didn't even turn off the TV, and just lay on his back on the soft sofa, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
As the prime minister of the empire, is he really selfless and considers issues entirely from the perspective of the country in many cases?
As Chris's most important partner, did he keep up with Chris as he moved toward the future?
Like Chris said at the end, when Chris looked around, would Des be standing there, smiling?
These tortures from the soul made Desel restless. He felt that what he did was not good enough, at least compared with His Majesty the Emperor, what he did was far from enough!
At the same time, Schumann, who was standing in front of the TV, looked at the request for funds for training camp repairs that had been rejected by the district council, and let go of the artificial limb that had wrinkled the copy.
He was very angry just now and very dissatisfied with the decision made by the district council. He felt that as a soldier, he was going through life and death, but the civil affairs officials were holding back the soldiers because of a little funding.
Yes, he is not a "reformist", but he is indeed a warrior with strong "military" ideas mentioned in His Majesty's speech.
He believes that the war is not over yet, so everything must make way for the military. He is what His Majesty said, those "brave and capable military leaders who expand territories and expand territories" who look down on civil officials...
A feeling of shame and self-blame surged into his heart, and it was only then that Schumann realized that the loyalty and patriotism he had thought he had in the past had long since been abandoned by him.
The country he loved and the great emperor he was loyal to had actually been deeply hurt by his self-righteous mistakes again and again.
In a dark room with no curtains, a 200-pound fat man sat in front of the computer. He looked at the flickering screen and didn't even bother to pick up the snacks piled next to the keyboard for a long time.
The quiet room that should have been filled with the dense sounds of typing on the keyboard stopped and was replaced by a long silence.
After a long while, the fat man finally reached out and pressed the mouse. He gently shook his wrist to make the cursor stay at the position of a desktop shortcut key.
With the faint clicking sound of double-clicking, a forum interface appeared in the center of the computer monitor. The fat man in the dark entered his account password, then ignored the number of messages showing 999 in the upper right corner and reopened a post.
"I watched His Majesty the Emperor's speech, and I feel that I owe His Majesty an apology." The sound of typing on the keyboard sounded again, and the fat man began to write what he wanted to say quickly.
Line after line of content was left on the computer screen, filled with regret: "The post I made before about sweet and salty parties was really boring."
While he was typing, he glanced at the snacks next to the keyboard. Those sweets that used to look so delicious now looked unappetizing.
Forget it, today I want to reflect on myself, just take one bite... He looked away and continued to write in his upcoming post: "Those who love sweets can also have sex with those who love salty foods.
People become friends…”
After he finished typing the last sentence, he pressed the mouse on the publish button and pressed it immediately without any hesitation.
…
Sitting up from the expensive sofa, Des quickly walked to his desk. He took out a copy of the blank memorial that he had prepared, spread it on the table, and wrote a sentence
A brief heartfelt message.
He looked at the most childish memorial in his history, but there was a sincere smile on his face that had disappeared for a long time.
"Come here, send this memorial to His 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 written on it: "I'm sorry! I slacked off! But I promise, when you look around, you can see me!"
…
Schumann put down the document in his hand. He felt that he needed to use his actual actions to prove his love for this country and his loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor.
He stood up and walked towards the door. When he opened the door, he found Speaker Allen standing outside his door with an awkward expression. He seemed to want to knock on the door, but he hesitated.
"Speaker Allen...why are you here..." Schuman felt embarrassed, then quickly stepped aside half of his body: "Come in and sit...just in time, I have something to say to you."
The old man Allen's face turned red and he smiled apologetically: "I won't go in. In fact, I don't have the face to go in as a guest... I'm here to apologize today. Maybe we had some misunderstandings before, but I promise, from now on
From this moment on, I am just a district chairman of the empire..."
"I... I actually did something wrong." Schuman scratched his head in embarrassment. He took another half step back and made an invitation gesture: "Come in and sit down. No matter what misunderstanding there is... I think
, we are all willing to solve problems for our motherland."
"You're right! Lieutenant Colonel Schumann." Speaker Allen nodded and walked into Schumann's villa: "As long as we are loyal to His Majesty, there should be no essential differences between us."
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In the dim room, Fatty clicked on the latest reply, which was a message from a netizen named "Salty Tofu Nao is the King."
"I was excited before, and I apologize for the scolding... I think you are right, whether we eat sweet or salty, we can become good friends."
When the fat man was happy, he grabbed a handful of sweets and stuffed them into his mouth, and started typing on the keyboard with his greasy fingers: "I'll try the way of eating tofu curd tomorrow. I used to only eat sweet tofu curds."