It was another morning, and the sun was squeezed into a room with little temperature by the solar equipment on the upper floor. In front of the seats at the door, there was a row of people wearing formal clothes.
These people have men and women, ages and skin colors. Although they are all formal attire on the subject, many differences can be seen in some details.
Some people will use pure gold tie clips and collar pins to highlight their value, some use chemical fiber-free fabrics, and some people deliberately wear men's styles or women's styles. Although they are all social elites at a glance, they are fixed.
When I saw it, it was full of monsters and monsters.
Time passed by minute by minute, and names came from the room in front. The person who was called the name immediately stood up, and at the same time, the person who had entered before slowly walked out.
Although the rotation can be completed every few dozen seconds, the waiters in front of the bench have no intention of decreasing, but instead, as time goes by, more and more.
"George, is Mr. George Augustus here?"
"I'm here." A middle-aged man with light brown medium-short hair, looks like he's in his forties, has two beards, and can't tell what the prosthetic transformation is.
He was wearing a decent suit, and everything seemed quite ordinary, except for the tie with a scale and a skull printed on it, which was slightly dazzling.
He tightened his tie, walked into the room with a gentle smile, and led by the staff who had just called him, he came to a desk.
As the man in the seat got up and left, before he could sit down, the staff member reached out and said:
“Application Report.”
"Here." George Augustus took out a USB flash drive and handed it to the other party. The staff skillfully inserted it into the interface beside him. As the scan program started, a red light was released from the device in front of her.
George Augustus swept back and forth until the green light came on, indicating that he was qualified, and he turned his attention to what was displayed on the screen.
But as the moment his eyes and words intersected, his pupils trembled significantly, then he frowned and looked up at George and said:
"Mr. Augustus, are you sure you want to use this as your campaign slogan?"
"Of course." George Augustus nodded calmly, and the staff didn't say anything more. They just archived and stamped it, entered it into the review procedures, and then spoke:
"Okay, this is your unlimited account, and now you can use this account to post election-related content on any public platform. Of course, this will only take effect during the election, if you have a violation and you are in the same way.
If you fail to be elected, you will be held accountable after the election.”
"I get it." George Augustus took the U disk and turned around and left the office. Although he was a little jealous of using this office model in 2077, he just thought about the institutions on earth that used equipment decades ago.
It's not impossible to understand.
After all, ancient times itself means that it has been tested by time.
...
The mayor of Esgray City was decided by national elections, but this position itself does not have much power, just like the ruling of the entire civil service system most of the time, even if the Prime Minister of Victoria came to power, this
In cities with cyberpunk, the so-called mayoral election is also a business.
As long as you have a "identity" in this city, no matter who you are, you are eligible to apply for election, and as long as the election is not over, you can still register even the day before the vote.
The candidates need to file the campaign slogan first, then send it to the notary system for archive and notarization. Then they can use their real-name account to publish their campaign speeches in various media. Of course, they can also publish something else.
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It is worth mentioning that as long as you participate in the election, this account will have the highest right to freedom of speech before the voting period. No matter what is published, it will not be restricted, blocked, controlled or blocked.
Even a female mayor who was elected sixteen years ago was selected by publishing a video of herself selling tea.
In a sense, this is not so much a national idol talent show that is running for mayor, but rather a campaign-related attribute. The videos, remarks, and even private revenge and assassination caused by the release of remarks.
, are the highlights of this show.
Capital will not mind the participation of the poor and even the gangsters, and they are even "harlequins" who provide entertainment.
As for criticizing major companies... Just kidding, which company is not criticized, as long as it can make money, it doesn’t matter if you criticize every day!
And Mr. George Augustus, as a candidate, his campaign slogan is-
"Reject false propaganda, crack down on feudal superstition, boycott entertainment until death, and return to the pastoral era!"
...
"Everyone, don't you think our world has gone astray? In order to sell plastic wrap and visual aids, even ghosts can be made. If the bullets are unsold in the future, will we still have to take the initiative to start a war? Wake up
Right! This world doesn’t need so many falsehoods…”
"Boss, this gentleman is really not afraid of death. He dares to say such words!" Mobik Gang, the younger brother, looked at the election speech in the video, couldn't help but wipe the oozing oil. The boss rolled his eyes.
road:
"Is there anything that cannot be said? Did he name it? Think about it again, who are the people he scolds?"
"He scolded Constantine, Tsinghua, Dore..."
"Idiot!" The boss quickly punched, forcibly interrupting his brother's desperation, and then glared:
"When did he scold these companies? He scolded feudal superstition and false propaganda! Well, there are also anchors who have been entertained until death and audiences who watch the fun."
"Is there any difference?" The younger brother got up and muttered quietly while rubbing the armor plate he had indented into, but the boss sighed. Although he was too lazy to explain, he wanted to ensure that the fool would not talk nonsense and involve himself.
Going in, he still spoke:
"Think about it again, in fact, everyone who is scolded by him is himself!"
"Yes! The anchor who has been entertained to death, the false propaganda catches ghosts, and the fake goods sells..." The younger brother said speechlessly as he pointed:
"This gentleman spends money to buy his identity and just quarrels with him for himself?"
"That's right! But this fight is arguing, he makes money!" The boss silently calculated the profits he had made recently in his heart, and couldn't help but sigh, but at the same time, he shook his head and said:
"The problem now is that this gentleman will definitely be assassinated. You can prepare some people, maybe he will hire bodyguards in the future."
"Hey? Didn't you say that he was scolding himself? Why was he still assassinated? You can't kill yourself, right?" The younger brother's mind was not turning around, and the boss could only sigh:
"Even if he doesn't kill himself, those colleagues who follow the trend don't know! Also, even if there is no conflict of interest, the candidates will be assassinated for the sake of ratings, understand?"
When I was reviewing the comment, I suddenly found that a book friend had teleported from northern Xinjiang to Guangdong in fifty seconds... Starting at 48,000 meters in a second... Low-stringed bucket
Clouds belong to it.
I have no other meaning to say this, so I want to ask: Boss, are you accepting apprentices?