The empire promoted citizen chips, and Northern Xinjiang did not agree.

Bai Si made an open stand and visited major universities in northern Xinjiang to give speeches one by one, discussing the empire's newly released citizen chip policy with the students.

"What is people living for? For food? For clothing? For clothing? For clothing? For clothing, housing and transportation are just the most basic survival needs of human beings. We pursue them because we cannot live without them, we cannot live well, and we are uncomfortable. After meeting the most basic conditions for survival, we begin to pursue more things, such as making more money, a more decent social status, engaging in public welfare activities, and of course getting married and having children... When people live, they are constantly pursuing both material and spiritual satisfaction. I don't like to speak scenes, nor do I like to add modifiers to talk about the great truth, so the words may sound a bit vulgar."

"When people live, they are pursuing a better life and pursuing a comfortable life. This is the nature of human beings. You can give examples of those sages and great men who are selfless and dedicated, but I have to say that their great ideals are essentially not out of the definition of pursuing self-satisfaction. Assuming that the sages and great men are not even satisfied with their basic survival needs, they cannot have the motivation and ability to give birth to the idea of ​​making this world a better place. Those soldiers who are fighting on the front line to protect their homes, protecting their homes is not the meaning of their life, but the reason for their choice to die."

"You know I'm here to talk about citizen chips. The reason I come is because you don't know." Bai Si on the podium raised a small chip and stared at the students gathered in the auditorium. In a corner at the end of the auditorium, Lin Huan, wearing a baseball cap, also raised his head, showing a serious listening look.

"You don't know the rules of the real operation of this world, and you don't know how much impact this small chip will have on you. Some of you must have thought about why some people are born with golden spoons in their arms and are destined to be superior to others? But you have to study hard here and strive to find a good job and have a good future in the future? The answer is very simple, because your ancestors don't work hard. Wealth is a process that requires accumulation, and status is also. It is unattainable to reach the sky in one step. In order for your descendants to have a high starting point, you can start to accumulate from now on, but I have to regret to tell you... it's too late."

"Eight hundred years ago, the empire was established, and five hundred years ago, the empire moved northward. At that time, the territory of the empire was constantly expanding, and there were a lot of vacant positions in the upper class. As long as you work hard, you can make a name for yourself, gain a place in the upper class, and become the ruling class of the empire. But now, these positions have been saturated. The current positions of the officials and nobles are reserved for their sons, daughters, and descendants, and no matter how hard you work, it is useless. The entire empire, countless civilians like you, have created labor created by the entire empire, the countless labors like you, have been created by the people of the whole empire, and the labor created by countless civilians like you.

Only a small part of wealth becomes your reward, and most of the remaining ones are in the hands of those ruling classes. The distribution of this kind of labor wealth is also standard, and it is very simple. The reward assigned to you will ensure that it can meet your first level, namely, the survival needs of food, clothing, housing and transportation, as well as a small part of the second level of material and spiritual needs, but instead they cut off your possibility of continuing to rise, so that you will never be able to become superior to others."

"Does it sound a bit like a slave? It just makes people realize that they are slaves, because the most basic survival needs have been met. I just talked about the meaning of living. Now let's talk about the reason for dying. If you want to die, I mean to take the initiative to die. That must make him feel that he can't live, he has no food, no clothes, no living, and no living, so he can only die. But this is just the most common one. There is only one meaning of living, but there are many reasons for dying. The soldiers defend their homes, the sheriffs chase criminals, and people will actively choose to dedicate their lives to protect the people they cherish. Human nature also has the spirit of protection and dedication. We know love, know good and evil, pursue fairness and justice, and have the courage to resist and sacrifice."

"Citizen chips are the shackles prepared by the ruling class of the empire for the civilians. Their number is too small. One day, when more people realize what they have been taken away, realize their situation, and realize that their descendants will face such a situation forever. Faced with this huge injustice, people will stand up and resist... But it was too late at that time, because as their ancestors, we did not stand up and resist, and let the empire implant this small chip in our bodies, tied up this dog chain that can never be taken off, and deprived us and even future descendants of the resistance."

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Bai Si, who finished the speech, was surrounded by students and could not get off the podium. She answered the students' questions one by one with great patience, even if some of them were very sharp, for example, if a student asked her directly, isn't your Bai family the ruling class you mentioned? Bai Si looked at him with a smile and said yes, but the ruling class of the empire revolved around His Majesty. Our Bai family doesn't like to go over and be a dog for His Majesty, so the ruling class of the empire doesn't recognize it.

If our Bai family hadn't had we led troops to fight and resist the Bo tribe, the Bai family would have been gone long ago. I could still stand on the stage and give you a speech, but if I didn't stand up and resist, my son and daughter would be like you, like countless civilians who were cut off from their way out and exploited like slaves, and would be monitored by the empire with citizen chips at all times. They could at any time become ants that were accidentally stepped on to death by the nobles because of false charges.

The student who asked the question was said was blue, and a young man like him who had not entered society was suddenly revealed in front of him. The impact he was subjected to was imagined. Bai Si delayed in the auditorium for more than an hour, and the gathered students gradually dispersed. Lin Huan, who had been waiting in the corner, found the opportunity to move forward. Ten days ago, he saw the program on Guang.com. All the people in the Northern Xinjiang interviewed showed unconcealed disagreement and resistance to the citizen chip policy. Many of the remarks of the people of many of them sounded extremely fresh to him, but they resonated with a little. When he found a privately recorded Bai Si's speech video on Guang.com, Lin Huan made up his mind to set off for Northern Xinjiang.

Bai Si's speech touched him a lot, especially in the meaning of living, because Lin Huan's reason for embarking on the journey was to find the meaning of his own survival. He defined himself according to Bai Si's theory, believing that he was a state of basic material satisfaction and extremely spiritual scarcity. He also consulted Flan for this question, but Flan said that everyone's spiritual pursuits are different, and there is no accurate definition and answer. Some people are enough to fall in love, while others think that being an emperor is not enough.

He asked Bai Si his own question very seriously, how should he pursue spiritual satisfaction?

There was a moment when Bai Si looked at him with a weird look, but that moment was too short, and Lin Huan could only think that he was confused. Facing Lin Huan's question, Bai Si thought for a while and replied: "I think you may need to realize your self-worth."

“Realize self-worth?”

"It's quite complicated to explain." Bai Si looked at the optical brain terminal on his wrist. When Lin Huan was a little disappointed, he heard her say, "It's time for me to leave. Do you want to come with me? I have someone who is just right for you to answer this question."

Lin Huan's first reaction was that he had exposed himself. Although he had made up his body and pretended, he might have missed something, and asked the Bai family's information website to find it out. But then he calmed down again. He was Bai Zheng's son, and no matter how Bai Si did, he would not harm him. Since the other party had no intention of exposing it, he was not afraid to go with the other party this time.

Bai Si took him on a small military shuttle ship to leave the planet. That night, they returned to Bailuxing, the base camp of Baijia’s family in northern Xinjiang. Lin Huan was led into Baijia Mountain City. While being shocked by the security forces in the seemingly unprepared mountain city, Lin Huan felt threatening along the way so much that he changed from shock to numbness. While curiously looking at the unique buildings and decorations everywhere, the hideous beast bones and exquisite curtains sewn with animal skins everywhere, they all felt the evil aura and courage that came to his face.

The nobles of the imperial capital often despised the Bai family in the northern border as an uncivilized barbarian. Lin Huan ran away a little, took a few steps before he realized. He hurriedly caught up with Bai Si who was walking in front and entered the main house at the highest point of the mountain city. Not long after he walked, he heard Bai Si say, "Here."

In front of me was a large study room, with a large table in the middle of the room. Several people gathered around the table and were discussing something. Seeing Bai Si coming in, they didn't stop discussing. There was another table on the inside. Bai Si took Lin Huan directly to the table.

"Today's speech received a good response." Bai Sichong said, sitting behind the table, "I will go to Juhua University to give a speech tomorrow. Is the manuscript ready?"

"There is no need to change it basically. It's enough to add a section of the history of Chrysanthemum University. It's the principal who insists on revising the Northern Xinjiang history textbook and finally resigns." The person behind the desk said without raising his head, and he quickly wrote something on the input screen on the desktop. "For details, you go to Wang Huogai, he is good at writing sensational manuscripts."

Bai Si was silent for a moment, and bent his right middle finger and knocked on the table.

The man behind the table finally raised his head and looked at Bai Si and Lin Huan who was standing behind Bai Si. He had a young face that was difficult to make people feel disgusted, with short hair that fell on his shoulders in silver and gray, and his pupils as blue as the sky. Lin Huan's eyes widened slightly, and he always felt that this face looked familiar inexplicably.

"He has heard my speech and wants to know how to realize his own value." Bai Si pointed to Lin Huan beside him and said to the table, "If you have time, please tell him."

"I don't have time." The person behind the table showed a helpless expression, "I said that I will only help you until the end of this month."

Bai Si didn't care: "Then let it go."

Lin Huan, who was put on the side, felt disliked, didn't know whether he should have inserted it, but saw that the person behind the table seemed to surrender, sighed and said, "At least five more days."

"I'm sure."

Bai Si patted the board without any hesitation, and without saying a word, he pulled Lin Huan away from the room and ordered someone to arrange a residence for him, telling him that he could learn in the next few days, and how much he could learn, and whether the person was willing to teach just now, and if he wanted to, he would help the people inside to pour tea and water. If he felt that he had learned enough, he could leave at any time.

Lin Huan knew that the room just now was probably the central planning room where Bai Si planned to rebel. The weight of trust was really great, let alone allowing him to leave freely. However, Lin Huan had not revealed his identity yet, so he didn't say much, but just kept it silently in his heart.

However, he still cared a little about the person who looked familiar just now. When he returned to his room, Lin Huan discussed his experience with Flan, who was living in his wrist light brain, and asked if Flan could find out the identity of the person just now.

Flanmer.

"Ah." Lin Huan suddenly had an inspiration when he looked at the virtual villain, and he lashed his palm and said, "I just said why he looks familiar? He looks quite like you. You may be relatives, right?"

Flan's mood was broken. His relatives, your sister, his hair color, his pupil color, and his facial contours and facial features that almost imitated 70% of his youth. It would be fine if your prince had plastic surgery and disguise. Why should he use his face as a template? There is no human rights to bully people, right? Flan has a vague premonition. The prince with his face will definitely not do good things. This is to let him die and take the blame for the other party. How could he be so bitter and revenge!?

However, although he complained wildly in his heart, Flan did not mean to reveal the truth. He rescued Lin Huan just thought that one person was needed to prevent the out-of-control prince from ruining the world. However, he did not expect that the prince would do so. Lin Huan, who had lost his memory, also lost his influence on the prince. This was not the situation he wanted to see. So now the two met again by chance, and they happened to know each other's true identity. No, the prince probably knew it, but Lin Huan didn't know it. If the two people intersected again, maybe the situation would develop in a better direction.

Flan has already recognized his identity as a young matchmaker and began to deliberately guide Lin Huan: "Following Bai Si's attitude towards him, this person has information in his stomach, so it should be right for you to come into contact with him and learn more."

Lin Huan nodded. Although he was not interested in leading the people to resist injustice, he had no choice but to ignore the reality of this social appearance because he couldn't stand it but couldn't solve the problem, which made him very uncomfortable.

The rescued girl has been entrusted to a charity in the northern Xinjiang region. The mutated genes in the girl's body have been cleared, and her next life can live like a normal person. Lin Huan had thought of taking her by his side to take care of her, but in the end he gave up. A bachelor like him really couldn't give her a suitable life.

He is increasingly aware of his limited abilities.

When the courage of ignorance grew into a thoughtful responsibility, he truly transformed from a boy to a mature man. He slept in the life capsule for three years, and the wasted time seemed to have been made up for in just two months.

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The next day, Lin Huan got up early and practiced boxing in the yard outside the house as usual. When he took a shower and had breakfast, he came to the room and found that everyone was already there, even a few more than last night.

Everyone gathered at the table in the middle and listened to the gray-haired and blue-eyed man's speech. Lin Huan tactfully found a corner to listen. He knew all the words that came out of the other person's mouth, but he couldn't understand them when they were together, so he also imitated others, turned on his brain and wrote down the sketches. He originally wanted to start recording, but seeing that no one else did that, he knew that there were probably some concerns in it.

After the man finished speaking, the others spoke and discussed and arranged some things. Then the people in the room dispersed. Bai Si was said to have left after getting the speech in the middle of the night. This time the place was a bit far away. The only man with gray hair and blue eyes was left in the room. Seeing that the other party ignored him, Lin Huan thought about it and poured a cup of tea to bring it to the person.

"That..." He didn't know what to call the other person, and held the teacup in his hand and handed it to the other person's desk, "Hello, I'm..."

"I know you, Lu Ting." The latter interrupted him, his eyes in his blue eyes were very cold, "My surname is Yan, you can call me Mr. Yan, Bai Si wants me to teach you. I don't have that time, there are books there, you can read it yourself."

"Okay, Mr. Yan."

Lin Huan was not mentally prepared for this attitude. He nodded and wanted to turn around and leave, but he heard that the other party seemed to see through what he was thinking, and he slightly corrected: "It's not the strict Yan, it's the Yan of the King of Hell."

Lin Huan's feet stopped and his eyes widened in disbelief, and he simply suspected that the other party had some mind-reading ability. There was no difference in pronunciation of these two words in the common language of the Empire. How did the other party know that he thought he was wrong?

In fact, the answer is very simple. If Lin Huan asks Flan, Flan will tell him that most people will make mistakes like him. Compared with the more rare character Yan, most people will think of the more familiar character Yan... This is not a superpower, it is just a simple IQ crush.

Of course, Lin Huan, who was shocked, did not see it. The smile that flashed on Mr. Yan's lips after he turned around was forgotten by him. Occasionally, when the prince teased him with bad intentions, he would always show a doting and joking gentle smile.

Mr. Yan is a workaholic.

When Lin Huan was reading a book in the morning, he was working. When Lin Huan went to have dinner at noon, he was working. After Lin Huan came back from dinner, he was working with nutritional agents in his mouth. In the afternoon, a large number of people came to discuss work. After they left, he continued to work. Lin Huan, who was shocked by his work attitude, kindly asked him if he wanted to bring some supper for him. The latter said that he had no time to eat, and nutritional agents were enough.

Lin Huan has always hated nutritional agents. He endured it when he couldn't eat them in the army. However, when he was about to starve to death, he would probably choose the former between a dog's chewed sausage and a tube of nutritional agent. In fact, the taste of the nutrients is not bad. The bad taste is the taste and it is particularly greasy. The way to eat is to pinch his nose and squeeze it into his mouth in one breath and swallow it.

By almost ten o'clock in the evening, Lin Huan was already yawning, but Mr. Yan was still working at his desk.

Lin Huan was not only reading books but also serving tea and water to the other party all day. At this time, he finally couldn't help but walk over and whispered: "I think you should rest. You will ruin your body like this."

Mr. Yan stopped writing, raised his head, and his blue eyes looked towards Lin Huan, and Lin Huan looked at each other without retreating. After a while, in Lin Huan's sight, Mr. Yan put down his pen and stood up.

...stretched.

"I'll listen to you and go to rest. You promised me something, what about you?" said Mr. Yan.

Lin Huan did not doubt that he had him, and nodded happily and said, "Okay, I promise you, you can tell me."

"Go to date with me tomorrow."

“…”

Lin Huan, whose brain was broken, suspected that he had heard it wrong, but saw Mr. Yan curling the corners of his lips at him and smiled very well.

"Then I'll make a decision. I'll wait for me in your room at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, and I'll pick you up."

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"Has I been exposed? Or did Bai Si tell him my identity?"

Lin Huan held the sink and stared at the face in the mirror. This face was different from his original product and had no characteristics of attracting men. He was a real man, a pure man, very rough. So why did Mr. Yan ask him a pure man to go on a date? Yes, people said it clearly, it was a date, and he would do it.

Flan just saw him thinking about random things alone, and it was very hard to hold back his laughter. People have become your husband under the witness of the people of the entire empire. Is it strange to have a date for you?

Facts prove that Lu Hailan still has feelings for Lin Huan. Flan is very pleased. What he fears most is that Lu Hailan no longer has any feelings for Lin Huan and is completely treated as a stranger.

As a matchmaker, Flan made a conscientious suggestion: "Maybe they just want to deepen their understanding with you. You should clean up yourself tomorrow so that people can feel that you don't respect him."

OK, Lin Huan thought, maybe Mr. Yan is just an invisible and indifferent person. He looks like a dull person, but he is actually quite funny. He believes that his face now has no desire to cause crime. Then Mr. Yan looks gentle and looks like a weak scholar. I'm afraid the other party is worried that he will commit a crime.

There was nothing to say all night. The next day, Lin Huan got up at a certain point to practice boxing, then took a shower and changed clothes. He shaved his beard and put a layer of toner. He took out a clean T-shirt and work casual pants from his suitcase. No matter how ugly the figure was, he looked at the mirror, and he looked like he was too tender.

A tough guy face with a manly look was forced out of his athletic teenager style. Lin Xiaohuan squatted in front of the mirror in frustration. He has been young since before and can't support his aura without wearing a military uniform. Now, if he changes his face, he still has the same effect, and he is melancholy...

At about eight o'clock, the door was knocked on time.

Mr. Yan, wearing a light brown casual suit, stood outside the door, with his left hand in his pocket, looking very elegant, and wearing a pair of sunglasses on his face. The smell of golden bees attracting butterflies could be smelled across three miles. Lin Huan, who felt even more tender, quietly looked away, not admitting that he felt a little jealous and sour...

A black baseball cap fell on top of his head, as if he had done something natural, Mr. Yan opened the car door and rushed to Lin Huandao-
Chapter completed!