Chapter 144: The World (Four)

Fang Tianhua spread his hands: "But in addition, I also saw the shareholders' meeting of the whole company in the Agricultural Federation, the mechanized production of the official model farm, the shocking cannons and airships manufactured by Beiyang Heavy Industry, the vast number of goods in the store are domestic products, the colorful courses and free and open atmosphere in the university, and the speakers who promote various ideas on the banks of the Huangpu River, including Marxism..."

"I also saw how the parliament that truly has real power exercises its legislative and supervisory power independently, how the independent judicial system not controlled by a single party or group operates fairly and effectively, how the 'government' that is strictly supervised plays its functions within the legal framework, and the wisdom and vitality displayed by the people in this separation of powers implemented throughout China..."

"We have visited many local 'government' agencies these days. I wonder if you have noticed the local autonomy system here, which is refreshing!"

"Here I saw high-quality Chinese people I have never seen before. It turns out that the people can completely govern themselves. The official system that has lasted until the 21st century has been destroyed here!"

"Since the power of a county magistrate comes from the county council, and the power of the county council comes from the voters of each constituency, except for the county magistrate, the staff and officials of other departments can only be hired and promoted with the approval of the parliament. Don't those so-called Master Qingtian who comes from direct superiors do not exist?"

"Here, there are no Qingtian masters who advocate anti-corruption, integrity, diligence and love for the people. The earth is running as usual, and the people work and live as usual. There are no political achievements and image projects that waste people and money, no empty speeches and reports, no official protection, no farce of buying and selling officials, no more..."

"The 'government' here has to be pragmatic, because the parliament here requires the 'government' to be pragmatic, and the people of course also require their parliament to be pragmatic..."

"The imperial literati always say that the Chinese lack the quality of democracy. Once democracy is implemented, it will inevitably lead to chaos and division. Here I see that with reasonable systems, correct education, appropriate guidance and sufficient power space, the intelligence of the people is fully demonstrated. Although these systems still seem immature and cannot avoid many ills, they are definitely more promising than the body that has been dead and on the verge of rot.

"In short, I have seen a new country with infinite beauty possibilities. Although there are many cancers in this country with smelly pus, I certainly will not be unable to see that the privileges of old landlords and royal families have not been eradicated. The powers play various ways to gain undivided interests. The workers are cruelly exploited, democracy is still the game of a few elites, and the regime is still firmly grasped by the group that is not supervised by anyone. But I know that the foundation of this skyscraper has been laid and it will lead to an unprecedented great civilization. I am determined to devote my whole life to the construction of this building. As long as I work in the direction pointed out by Mr. Wen Yi, it is the right way to build an ideal country."

After the speech, the reaction was not very enthusiastic. Only Yang Yuxiang slapped his hands half-sarcastically: "I have a very passionate speech, but why do I think these words don't match your cold appearance very well... Hahaha..."

Foolish woman, jump out of the window immediately.

Fang Tianhua was extremely eager for his eyes to kill people at this time.

Pan Shaoan deliberately cleared his throat to attract everyone's attention - as if he had been forgotten by others intentionally or unintentionally recently.

The thick bass sounded like a whirlpool in his throat was spitting out from his thick lips: "I think there is no national form that is eternal ideal. The most important thing is to adapt to all aspects of the situation at that time. In the near future, there is nothing wrong with continuing to maintain a constitutional monarchy democratic system. If there is anything that must be changed, it should be the problem of the Manchu royal family..."

"This problem is very simple. As long as Wu Wei Duke ascends the throne to become the emperor, the problem will be solved in an instant. There are such rumors everywhere now." Wu Haisong held his sharp and hard stubble, as if he was pulling a bunch of steel needles that were deeply pierced into his chin.

"Why didn't I hear such rumors?" Yang Yuxiang looked at him and said, "I'm going to see the autumn waves."

"Because I am an agent, you are not." A provocative smile that spreads from the bottom of the mind to the nerve endings.

"So Mr. Agent, what is your ideal country like?" Yang Yuxiang asked Qianhua.

"Nation? No, I don't need a country. I only have a piece of intelligence that can cover the whole world. No one or anybody can escape the surveillance of this picture. At the highest terminal of this picture, I can view any intelligence I want to view at any time, which is enough."

"This kind of joke is not funny at all."

"What kind of country to build is a politician's business. I don't have that high level. I am only interested in intelligence. What I just said is the highest dream of all intelligence workers."

Why did Wu Haisong, a professional agent who is passionate about work and has no interest in politics, betray the motherland and defect to the evil rebel group? Obviously no one here will ask, of course there is no need to prepare the answer.

Yang Yuxiang squinted at him affectionately and contemptuously, and it would be even more perfect if he spit out a small piece of the tip of his tongue.

"Is anyone else going to give a speech?" Yang Yuxiang seemed to be the host or 'chair'.

The young and handsome guard Pan Guochen raised his hand high.

"I'm serious." He emphasized in advance.

This deepened the comedy meaning contained in his raised left hand.

"I think," he said calmly, unmodified, "before 1914, the Empire should have at least 16 Fearless Class battleships and eight battlecruisers, plus eight conventional aircraft carriers and four fast seaplane carriers..."

"You're off topic." Yang Yuxiang reminded.

"I didn't go off topic. My ideal country is a Chinese Empire with a strong navy." Pan Guochen was serious and impeccable.

Yang Yuxiang shrugged at Qianhua helplessly.

Qian Hua didn't say anything, and drank all the cold water in the cup one by one.

"Where is Xiao Liang? Xiao Liang must have a different view." Yang Yuxiang turned to Liang Gensheng, who had always been taciturn.

"Let's fight, the ideal empire must fight, and the ideal of Wuwei Gong must also conquer the world. Just follow him to conquer the world."

Yang Yuxiang held his forehead and sighed: "I had known that you both would be like this... It would be a waste of feelings. Forget it, let me talk in the end. My ideal country is of course a country where women are masters of their own. For example, Sister Qianhua can succeed to the throne as the queen after your father, and the future imperial parliament should also be mainly female "sex". Of course, the Prime Minister should also be designated as female "sex". In this way, all kinds of ugly behaviors caused by men's bad roots and sex can be completely eliminated..."

Wu Haisong reached out and pressed her forehead.

"What are you doing? Eating tofu depends on the occasion." Yang Yuxiang hit him, crisp and loud, and a small piece of reddish on the back of Wu Haisong's hand.

"It's a big burn, I'll take you back to your room."

Wu Haisong pulled her up and pushed her out without saying a word.

"I'll be back later. Today's red wine is very good. Remember to leave one for me..."

When the word "dian" exited, the person was already outside the door.

"What are you doing? I don't have a fever." Yang Yuxiang pouted and pretended to be cute.

"Save it, have you seen your sister Qianhua change her face? She was hit hard today."

"How did you know she was hit?"

Wu Haisong played with her soft and fair fingers: "I originally wanted to conquer us, but we were fooled by us. People would be angry."

Yang Yuxiang sneered and showed a sarcastic expression: "How do you know she is a human?"

"What is it not human?"

"She is a little goblin who brings trouble everywhere. Whoever gets into trouble will be unlucky. Why? You may not believe it. This little slut was sold at the age of 16. The first business was to play rape with six customers at the same time, and she kept pretending to be noble in front of me. What's the matter..."

Wu Hai's eyebrows were almost standing up, so he quickly covered her mouth and dragged her into his room like a robber, knocked the door in a reflexive manner, locked it, and even did not forget to put the plug on it.

"It hurts me..." Yang Yuxiang rubbed her arms and complained.

Wu Haisong ignored her, rummaged over the room, lifted the sheets, drilled the bed under the bed, pushed the sofa down, opened the suitcase, and tossed for three or four minutes before turning to Yang Yuxiang, who was already huddled in the corner and yawning, and said nervously: "Don't worry about that much, tell me quickly, are you all saying the truth? Why haven't you heard you mention it before..."

"I hate standing and talking stupidly." Yang Yuxiang said angrily.

The sofa automatically moved to Yang Yuxiang.

"This is almost the same." Yang Yuxiang sat down with satisfaction and stretched out his hand to Wu Haisong.

Matches, cigarettes, fire, smoke, a charming rose that swallows clouds and spits mist, but the color of the petals has faded into blood coagulation, and is on the verge of withering and degenerating.

"The story is very long. Do you have the patience to listen to it?"

"certainly."

"Maybe we'll talk all night."

“It doesn’t matter for ten nights.”

"Then... let me relax..."

The white arms wrapped around the man's thick neck, and the direction of the atmosphere was unsurprising.

Kissing, panting, rustling of clothes, deeper gasping, louder kissing, moaning, man's moaning, deeper moaning...

On the other side of the wall, three men were wearing headphones with serious expressions, but their lower bodies were far beyond the scope of seriousness. Of course, they were all professional agents, and their hands were still honestly placed on the machine twister and recorder.

This state of hard work lasted for a full hour.

"Okay, can you start your story?"

The three agents breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your performance was completely below the level just now, it was just perfunctory to me..."

"I understand, I'll apologize now!"

The foot of the bed made a rough crunch.

The three agents looked at each other with a sad expression, either complaining about themselves or lamenting for the men on the other side of the wall.
Chapter completed!