I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

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Sitting at the counter, Ling Ping'an still recalled the smell of the grilled mushrooms just now.

"It's delicious..." he said, "just a little bit less..."

Meow!

The kitten at the counter agreed with his owner very much.

I turned on the TV at random. A debate program was playing on the TV.

This kind of debate program, in the federal empire, generally has a strong color of governance.

Academics and Zhengzhi have been entangled since ancient times!

It's just that the current academic debate is very peaceful.

Everyone is a gentleman of Qianqian, who will stop until they surrender and lose half.

Therefore, it is not as tragic as it was hundreds of years ago-at that time, academically lost, even the body may be wiped out!

All kinds of party disputes in the previous dynasties have caused the country to become a mess.

Therefore, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Taizu was deeply hated!

In the next hundred years, the construction of the entire country was also carried out around the'departisanship'.

To this day, the election game of the Datong and Republican factions is a bit similar to that of the officials two thousand years ago.

Gentlemen are not group, so they are not party.

The two factions are actually very loose factions based on academic thinking.

Even, people often jump back.

Today’s Datong faction, tomorrow’s Republican faction, the day after tomorrow, may feel that'the Datong thought is more in line with my heart.

This is commonplace in the Federal Empire, and no one would think it was wrong.

Let alone deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestor, repeat the villain.

On the contrary, this is considered to be'compliance'.

Ok……

Scholar-bureaucrats have never followed the ruler since ancient times.

I don't think it is right, so I must oppose it!

In addition, it is the so-called'a gentleman has nothing to fight, he must shoot.'

That is the debate.

It's a mule or a horse, pull it out for a stroll.

What they have to do is to use this method to convince the people to choose the blueprint they have drawn, and then hand it over to professional officials, the cabinet system.

In the end, it is'gentlemen are harmonious but different'.

It doesn't matter if you lose, as long as you don't lose too much, you can get something.

Because according to the Constitution, any party must obtain more than 70% of the electoral votes before it can be fully qualified to govern!

That is, recommend all cabinet ministers and formulate all policy lines.

but……

In fact, scholars who call themselves Qianqian gentlemen even won more than 70% of the electoral votes.

Will also be very gracious inviting losers to "jointly plan for the country."

Of course, during the general election, the smell of gunpowder is still sufficient.

Just like now, guests in the studio.

The Datong faction and the Republican faction fought hand in hand.

In order to stick to the "Great Way" in the heart, saliva flew wildly, pointing at the sanghuai, and exposing each other.

This kind of shortcoming is mainly due to the mistakes and scandals that the other party has made in history.

For example, the Republicans have been accusing the Datong faction of being in power last time for indulging the control of financial capital, leading to the financial tsunami and stock market disasters.

The Datong faction mainly grasped the republicanism this time, and some of the policies designed led to the economic downturn during the current cabinet term.

Lingping looked at it for a while, only to feel drowsy.

"What is this..." He murmured: "All these..."

"Actually, I prefer to watch you break the news..."

"It's best to tear up the image of gentlemen from those scholars!"

Young people always like something entertaining.

Of course, Ling Ping An knew that his idea was completely unrealistic.

How can serious national events be entertained?

National affairs must be serious and prudent!

Therefore, Taizu, Taizong, and Gaozong made those laws and policies during the reign of Emperor Taizu, and even wielded butcher knives and chopped off countless heads to pave the way.

He leaned on the chair and looked at the time. It was almost ten.

"Hmm..." Picking up the phone, he glanced at the message the aunt had just sent: "Have you arrived at the hotel in Nanzhou?"

He looked at the location of the photos sent: the Kingdom of Southern Zhou.Jiangdu Port.Jiangdu Manor Hotel.

"Tsk tusk..." He sighed, "It's another five-star hotel..."

"The treatment is really good!"

With a beep, another message came from the hand letter: Xiaoping, next month the Imperial Capital Association, will you go?

Lingping looked strange: Auntie, how did you know this?

Hehehe...

Shanren has its own way!

Lingping looked at and shook his head. He knew by himself that it was probably his aunt's colleague or friend who received the news.

So he typed and replied: Um...I am going...

…………………………

Yay!

Chu Weiwei had just finished taking a bath and suddenly heard the captain's cheers in the living room.

She put on her bathrobe, went out, and looked at the captain holding the phone on the sofa, very happy.

"Captain, what's the good thing?" Chu Weiwei asked.

"My little nephew... is finally willing to go to the imperial capital to join the sorority party!" Li An'an clenched his fist and said happily.

She didn't believe it. In the imperial capital, how could that little nephew be able to hold him in front of all the beauties in the world?

If it is so.

Then she must seriously doubt the orientation of this nephew.

Chu Weiwei listened, not very clear.

But since the captain is happy, that's a good thing!

…………………………………………

Zhang Hui looked at the time, it was ten o'clock.

He got out of the car that had been in for almost two hours and closed the door.

Then, I took out the flashlight that I hadn't used for a long time and thought I might never use it again.

He tried, and the flashlight was still bright.

So I took it and walked forward.

Cross the road and go around a secluded street.

In front is the industrial park.

Walking along the abandoned courtyard wall of the industrial park, walking forward, and soon reached an intersection.

Turning to see, in the secluded streets, quiet, only the street lights are flashing.

Zhang Hui took a breath.

Then, he took the flashlight, turned on the power, and shone forward.

The strong light came out and shone in the mist.

Everything around the body, I don't know when, has changed.

He was surrounded by mist.

But Zhang Hui has been here once, so he is not surprised.

He took the flashlight and walked forward.

There is a flickering light in the depths of the fog.

As he walked, Zhang Hui thought.

"This time..."

"My task is to explore his opinions on the construction of nearby communities..."

If you object...

Naturally everything is not mentioned.

If it is acquiesced...

The abacus in Zhang Hui's heart fought.

Here, there is a lot of land for development.

It is entirely possible for the cabinet to come forward, eat all of it, and then build a dormitory for the children of those who have contributed, or for key scientific research institutions and potential rising stars.

According to the situation of the country, the development, construction and distribution of this area are carried out.

This is Zhang Hui's idea.

In his opinion, rich private capital or extraordinary people are not qualified to distribute these benefits.

Because they have not assumed any obligations and responsibilities at all.

All risks are borne by the black guard.

It can not be said that the black guards are fighting the risks, but they are taking the benefits, right?

It doesn't make sense!

Of course……

Zhang Hui understood that his plan must be approved and accepted by the bookstore owner.

He can't do anything without nodding his head.

because……

He brought everything here and around here.

In a sense, in fact, the black guards have already been around here and are classified as similar to the diplomatic consulate.

This is both respect for each other.

It is also respect for oneself.

With these in mind, Zhang Hui has slowly walked to the door of that mysterious bookstore.

Lifting his head, Zhang Hui felt that the exterior wall of the building, which looked ordinary in appearance, was faintly, as if there was a liquid like water flowing slowly.

In his soul, an inexplicable voice was saying to him: "That is one of the incarnations of the nameless mist..."

"An unknown fog?" Zhang Hui wrote down the honorific title: "An unknown ancient god?"

He has been practicing "The Book of Reason" for some time.

Therefore, he also understood who wrote this book?

Iss!

An ancient extraordinary race.

A race known as'absolutely rational'.

This race is known for its powerful spiritual power.

They can ignore most mental attacks.

It can even reverse time and space, wandering through one era after another in the state of the spirit body.

In order to avoid the crisis of extinction, to continue civilization.

unfortunately……

After all, they encountered a hunter who could not be avoided.

The interstellar transcendent species named the Flying Hydra destroyed them.

The last Isi was even made into specimens and became the collection of the bookstore owner.

It is precisely because of this that, in a sense, Zhang Hui, who has obtained the Book of Reason, can be regarded as a descendant of the Isi people.

The world view of the Islamic is very peculiar.

Gene, blood, soul...

It is not something they recognize.

Because these things for Isth are roughly the same as the flesh and blood that the Buddha said, and they can be discarded at any time.

Only the form of the id and the spiritual will is recognized by them.

Therefore, in a certain sense, Zhang Hui was regarded as his own by the Isi who had been made into a specimen and had in fact died, with only a little remaining instinct.

Sometimes, that dead mental idea will tell Zhang Hui some secrets.

Just like now.

unfortunately……

It dares or cannot disclose more information.

Zhang Hui walked to the door and knocked gently.

Tuk tuk...

The bookstore owner’s business soon spread from the door: "Please come in!"

Zhang Hui opened the door gently and stepped into the bookstore.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the mysterious bookstore owner, just like last time, sitting in the old wooden counter, seemingly looking at the computer screen in front of him.

He raised his head, and the fire under his eyes swayed.

The fog-shrouded head is hazy.

Zhang Hui’s spiritual awareness was keenly aware that he seemed to be a little more'complete' than the last time he met...

"Complete?" Zhang Hui thought about this sudden thought.

He already understood something in his heart.

"This ancient god, lives in seclusion...not just in the game world?"

"He may also be looking for something about himself..."

Thinking of this, many questions in Zhang Hui's heart were immediately resolved.

"That's right!"

"How can an existence like this casually stay in the earth for a long time?"

In myths and legends, there are times when humans and gods coexist.

But both the East and the West mentioned a common concept: the gods will eventually leave the world.

Because staying here for a long time is not good for them.

Thinking of these things, the bookstore owner’s words came in his ear: "Guest, are you?"

Lingping looked at the seemingly familiar guest in front of him. He scratched his head and asked: "Are you a federal worker?"

Today, Zhang Hui wears a set of very standard federal civil service attire.

Zhang Hui looked at the ancient god and the fire in his eyes.

Suddenly, he was so lucky and nodded: "Yes, I am a federal worker!"

With that, he took out his wallet from his arms.

There are many business cards in the wallet, which are designed for the convenience of dealing with ordinary people.

Looking at these business cards, Zhang Hui's sixth sense made him pull out a black business card.

Then he held it and handed it over: "Your Excellency... I am from the Social Investigation Department of the Federal Empire Cabinet..."

"I am being ordered to conduct a social survey..."

The Social Investigation Committee of the Federal Reich Cabinet is an institution shared by the Republicans and Datong factions.

It is also an organization responsible for providing social data to the cabinet and the central government and the Council of Ministers.

It is a variant of think tank.

Many policies are decided on the basis of the survey information of this department.

Zhang Hui watched the ancient god holding his business card, and the fire in his eyes slowly swirled.

He immediately smiled and said, "I was ordered to inquire about the area near your Excellency..."

Having said this, Zhang Hui's heart couldn't help but plop.

He was a little scared.

Fortunately, Zhang Hui knew that this ancient god knew that everyone was playing games.

A game rule set by the ancient god himself.

The arrogant ancient god wanted to dress himself up as an ordinary bookstore owner.

Therefore, everyone cooperated with Him to play this game.

Even if everyone knows it.

But if you don’t want to die, you have to obey his rules of the game.

Play this game with Him called'Guess what I want to do'.

Of course, the kind He will give the poor humans some kind hints through words or some actions.

But in general, the framework of the rules has already been determined.

This is a bit like that fairy tale of Qin Lu—the emperor's new clothes.

To some extent, Zhang Hui knows that this is actually a test.

Test whether you have enough respect and loyalty for yourself, the black guard and others.

really!

The ancient god opposite, handed back the business card in his hand, and then said: "It turned out to be Investigator Zhang..."

"Please sit down!" He invited Zhang Hui to the sofa and sat down.

Then sit on the opposite side.

Then, He asked: "Mr. Zhang, have I seen you?"

Zhang Hui was shocked.

He knew that this might be a test.

It may also contain some instructions.

He immediately began to use all his wisdom, thinking with all his strength.

Because, if this question is not answered well, he will be angry.

At least I will'dislike' myself.

In ancient times, this is'out of favor'.