The sky in Area 1 is already filled with heavy snow.
The long-lasting smog has made the air in District 1, located in the administrative center, worse.
In less than half a month, it’s the New Year’s Eve.
The shopping malls on the road have been decorated with Spring Festival decorations. The cheerful shopping malls constantly display discounts and promotions to attract people to start stocking up on New Year's goods early.
At the vegetable market in the residential area, people began to queue up before dawn.
Some even bring their own materials.
The air is filled with the aroma of fried meat.
In the four large iron pots, there was a sizzling sound, and the fried meatballs were floating on top.
The steamer on the side is six or seven stories high.
There are steamed buns on top and steamed flat stacks made of vermicelli on the bottom.
In the pot is fried and cooked pork belly.
Six old women with quick hands and feet have a clear division of labor, but they are also extremely busy.
"Old man Zhang, you just came!"
"Oops, I got up late, so I couldn't catch you up early!"
Most of the people who come here to buy are elderly people, and the neighbors all know each other.
"Haha, you bought a lot. I'm afraid your grandson will come back this year!"
"Haha, didn't I hear that this year is the sixth year? His military service should end this year. I have been preparing for it for a long time. When he comes back, I will definitely come to wish you a happy new year!"
"Okay, then I will prepare a big red envelope!"
"Hahaha, see you again!"
A group of old people were chatting. It was very cold, and snowflakes fell from time to time through the broken openings of the tent, but everyone had a strong sense of anticipation on their faces.
However, the difference with them is.
At this moment, we are in the highest administrative district of the alliance in District 1.
The tense atmosphere filled everyone's cheeks, and the officials hurried away with their heads lowered.
Surrounded by secretaries and assistants, they are constantly reporting the latest news and sorting out the next copy.
The situation in Area 25 has been communicated to the major protected areas in the rear through various channels.
For a while, there was an undercurrent in the reserve.
Letters of information continued to flow like a tide towards the trade union headquarters building.
In the same alliance's supreme executive residence, the Senate Presidents who hurriedly came from other protected areas had sad expressions on their faces.
"Da da da……"
On the smooth marble, the footsteps of a group of people were extremely rapid.
The leader was a middle-aged man with short hair, a Chinese character face, deep and lively eyes, and a high nose. He gave people a sharp sense of oppression even before he walked over.
This is the aura cultivated by those who truly hold high positions all year round.
"This is the information sent by District 24. A temporary combat command post has been set up in District 24, but it is a bit difficult to evacuate the residents of District 24!"
The secretary beside me kept reporting on the information in hand.
The heavy snowfall in District 24 is very serious. There are six cities in the entire area and tens of millions of residents. If we want to evacuate the residents from the city at this time, the problem will not be as big as usual.
"Inform the local alliance and ask them to repair the hidden air-raid shelters in the city in a short period of time. In addition, send a notice to the temporary combat command post and tell them that they must understand the current situation in District 25 at any cost!"
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he had already walked to the door of the conference room, and all the assistants stopped in unison.
After simply arranging his clothes, the middle-aged man took a deep breath and walked towards the door. As the door opened, a warm current hit his face.
However, the empty conference room was quiet, but it was not filled with Senate presidents from all major districts as people imagined.
In front of the campfire at the desk.
A chair was facing away from him, and if he listened carefully, he could hear a slight snore.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and stepped forward softly. When he saw the old man sleeping soundly in front of the chair.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, carefully tucked the blanket for the old man, and turned to walk out.
However, as soon as he turned around, the old man behind the chair closed his eyes and said to himself: "Your grandfather and I are old rivals. Tell me, what would he do if it were him at this time!"
The middle-aged man paused and said with a serious expression: "The old man has not been involved in political affairs for many years and only cares about his family!"
"hehe!"
The old man opened his eyes and glanced at the middle-aged man in front of him with cloudy eyes.
He joked in a half-laughing, half-mocking tone.
"What a man who only cares about his own family and suffers a big loss from his son.
In the blink of an eye, I have raised a bunch of grandchildren. This old man in your family is much more powerful than me.
Wang Shang, your eldest brother Wang Chen’s life and death are unknown now, and most of the elites from three generations of the Wang family are in District 25, so you are not worried at all?”
As the president of the Senate with four protected areas under his control, he is also one of the candidates for the next Grand Consul.
Being teased like this by the old man, Wang Shang didn't dare to show any displeasure on his face.
He just looked serious, with no other expression other than seriousness: "When you enter District 25, there is no Wang family, only the country!"
"Boring!"
Seeing Wang Shang's serious look, the old man felt bored.
Pointing to the approval document on the desk on the left.
"The emergency plan law you proposed at the meeting will not be passed. If you have any questions, go home and ask your old man!"
"Fail!"
Wang Shang's serious face finally changed.
The emergency plan law means that the union and the alliance enter the highest state of war, and the grand consul can directly order the highest level of the union.
In other words, all six district chiefs were dispatched.
To activate this emergency plan law, at least seven Senate Presidents must jointly propose it and the Grand Consul must sign it before it can take effect.
But now he was rejected, which surprised Wang Shang.
I wanted to ask more, but I saw that the old man had fallen asleep with his eyes closed at some point.
For a moment, Wang Shang could only lower his head, silently pick up the documents and walk out.
Until the door to the room is closed again.
The old man sitting on the sofa opened his eyelids again and threw the firewood at his feet into the fireplace.
"Hey, Lao Wang, why did you choose a wooden lump to take your place? After all, you are still unwilling to accept it!"
The flames in the fireplace were reflected in the old man's cloudy pupils.
I don't know what the old man is thinking about.
Until in the shadows, a shadow quietly appeared behind him: "I have checked, and a mysterious organization has indeed appeared in S City, but..."
Shadow said, taking out a thick document.
Above are the taxes, funding channels, internal operations, etc. of Lost Mansion.
"Hey, this is interesting!"
Looking at the details on the receipt, the old man suddenly laughed, exposing himself to the mysterious organization in the sun.
Unfortunately, the identity of this organization could not be found.
"Bitser!"
The old man looked at the name of the taxpayer, and after Mo pronounced Bitser's name, he nodded and threw the receipt in his hand into the bonfire.
"Do you need further investigation?"
Shadow saw this and asked carefully.
However, this inquiry was met with a blank look from the old man: "I have found out everything that can be found out for you, and I have not found out the rest for you. You haven't found out a word of it now."
After speaking, the old man stood up, picked up the crutches at hand, walked step by step to the window, and looked at the heavy snow in front of him.
There was silence in the conference room for a while, until sparks crackled in the fireplace, and the old man's eyes gradually became sharper: "A moth flies into the flame, breaks out of the cocoon and is reborn. It's time to start the second part of the plan!"