The current situation looks bright, who would have thought that there are dark waves flowing below, Xu Le fell silent after hearing Mr.
President's words.
The god of war, Li Pifu, is an outlier in the federal political system, and even if he has been hidden in Philadelphia for many years and does not care about political affairs, no one dares to ignore his existence.
With an incomparably lofty position in the hearts of hundreds of millions of people, countless subordinate generals who control the voice of the military although they are not deliberate, let this old man say a word at will by the lake, and all the noise in the federation can be destroyed.
Even those families of thousands of generations who inherited the legacy of the imperial dynasty and had a strong influence in the shadow of history must politely avoid him in these decades, and retreat again and again.
From this point of view, it is only natural that Mr.
President hopes to enlist the support of the Lee family in Philadelphia through him in order to complete the Commonwealth's plan to attack the empire itself.
But I don't know why, Xu Le always felt that something was wrong, probably because Mr.
President said too much at this official residence dinner, but asked for too little In fact, in his opinion, if he wants to invite the old man on the lakeside of Philadelphia, Mr.
President should be able to find a better intermediary, such as his political partner, Mrs.
Tai from Mochou Houshan.
Xu Le looked at Mr.
President across the table, and his mind drifted to somewhere else.
The most common and complex political affairs in human history were indeed a little too complicated for him, and until this moment he could not clearly understand many of the threads of this dinner conversation, and could not make his own judgments, but he still wanted to help the big man across the table.
A few days ago, Shi Qinghai said that he had a charisma surname, but in his opinion, Mr.
President has some real personality charm.
Maybe it's because each other's spiritual world is Donglin stone, maybe it's the things that happened in the general election that year, or maybe it's the way of acting that is absolutely different from that of ordinary politicians since he took office, so that Xu Le is definitely inclined to Mr.
President in terms of his surname and feelings.
"Actually, my relationship with the old man is not as close as everyone thinks, at least, I will definitely not be his illegitimate child."
Xu Le didn't think it was funny, he touched the back of his head a little embarrassed, and then his expression gradually calmed down, looking at President Pabul and saying seriously: "Your thoughts, I will find a way to convey them to Lord Warlord." ” "Good."
Mr.
President's voice was deep and his smile was sincere, "There is another thing I want to ask you for next. ” Xu Le's expression was stunned, and he said solemnly: "Please instruct." ” "Not an instruction, just a father's request."
President Pabur laughed, took a piece of plant fiber paper and an ink pen, pushed it in front of Xu Le, and said with interest: "My daughter would love to have the autograph of the federal battle hero, but she is embarrassed to ask for it in person. ” Xu Le took the pen and paper in surprise, felt that his cheeks were a little hot, lowered his head and signed his name seriously, wishing the silent first daughter of the Federation a happy life and a smile on his lips.
"How is Miss Padelle's health doing?"
he asked with concern, as everyone knew that the president's own daughter had autism as a child.
"It's much better, but I'm still not very willing to speak, and I just face the TV light screen every day."
President Pabur smiled and said: "Recently, I have been fascinated by the documentary called Group Seven. ” Victory wins All the inhabited planets of the Federation reverberated with these two powerful words, and even the mining engineers who endured the cruel space environment on those remote mining planets painted this word on the huge and heavy engineering mechs.
Not to mention the young students who traveled happily in the bright spring light, repeating everything that happened on the front line with what was happening, looking forward to the greater victories that were coming.
Being in different positions, it is natural to think about things from completely different angles.
The ordinary people of the Federation yearn for victory after victory, and the big people who can really influence the direction of the Federation stand on their own positions and make decisions that are in line with their own interests.
War consumes a lot of resources and money, and it will put great pressure on the economic system of the Federation, continue to attack the empire itself, how long can the production capacity of the Federation withstand the wartime logistics supply to the military industrial enterprises to add zero to the debt bill of the political axe How long can it last The terrifying energy quota advanced in advance, whether it can be rewarded in the war If the war continues, is there any real benefit to the Federation, or in other words, is it good for itself However, what President Pabur feared during the dinner at the official residence did not happen.
Although the old man on the shore of Lake Philadelphia is still silent, in the current frenzied atmosphere, those families who have opposing opinions on attacking the empire itself, those wealthy capitalists and the politicians and parliamentarians they support, are also silent, only silent.
All the states of the federation have organized a huge welcome ceremony to welcome the brave soldiers who have returned from bloody battles on the front line, the programs of the federal television and those private television stations are full of interviews with officers and soldiers, real and brutal field records, various entertainment channels have begun to broadcast a large number of military-themed TV dramas, and the federal channel 23 has directly begun to rebroadcast the all-metal frenzy from the first episode, in order to cater to the psychological needs of the people to celebrate the victory, from politics to literature and art to academia and so-and-so circles.
However, all of this could not stop the federal citizens from pointing their remote controls at the federal news channel on this night, because it was the time of the annual Nebula Awards, and tonight was the live broadcast of the literary and artistic awards ceremony.
The Nebula Awards are the official federal awards that cover all aspects of society.
In previous years, the most eye-catching awards for literature and art were undoubtedly star-studded, but they were only eye-catching, and in terms of importance, they were definitely not as good as the academic awards that had been awarded three days earlier.
However, the atmosphere tonight was noticeably different, the cynics who were accustomed to being indifferent to the TV dramas that anesthetized the fools, the scholars who only knew how to bury themselves in the laboratory, and the homeless people who were immersed in the virtual life of the Internet, all put down what they were doing and sat down in front of the TV light curtain with excitement and excitement.
Because they all want to know an answer, they want to know how many awards the documentary that has moved the entire Federation can win and whether it can break the record set in the first year of the all-metal frenzy.
What's more, they really want to see whether the soldiers in the documentary will come to the scene of the award ceremony, and want to see what the characters in the picture of roaring, angry, silent, and sad will look like after returning to their hometown.
Produced by the Department of Defense Venus Documentary Studio and exclusively premiered on the Federal News Channel, Group 7 of the documentaries were shortlisted for all the awards it could be shortlisted for in a frightening manner, including Best Cinematography, Best Editing, Best Soundtrack, Best Film and Television Song, Best Soundtrack, Best Female Singer, Best Director This documentary was not shortlisted for Best Original Screenplay or Adapted Screenplay, because this is a real story, and no one can write such a real script.
The seven groups were also not shortlisted for any acting awards, because there were no actors in them, and some were just real soldiers.
Nearly all of the nominations were included, and seven groups were rightfully nominated for the Best Documentary Feature Award, but to the shock of the entire Federation and the more than 3,000 members of the jury themselves, seven groups were nominated for Best Film The fact that a documentary was nominated for the Best Film award has never happened in the long history of the Nebula Awards.
When the shortlist came out, the federal press was in an uproar, but strangely enough, there was no sharp criticism and ridicule, just amazement and bewilderment.
In an anonymous interview with the official broadcaster, a member of the jury admitted that he did put the names of seven groups on the shortlist for the best film, but at that time, it was only because of the strong impulse that suddenly arose after being moved by the documentary, but he did not expect more members to make the same move.
The George Carlin Foundation Center for the Arts in the South Side of the Capital has been the venue for the Federal Nebula Awards ceremony since the previous year, a decision made by President Pabul himself to appease the angry marching students, but now it has become the shortest "historical tradition" of the Federation, and no one is unaccustomed to it.
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On the periphery of the large building of the Foundation's Literary and Art Center, thousands of people were excitedly guarding the cordon, their eyes collectively falling on the huge light curtain above the building, and those blazing eyes seemed to melt the picture on the light curtain.
The red carpet ceremony was over, and they had already fainted with excitement for their favorite star, but they were still here, happily awaiting the results of the awards, as if the whole Federation was looking forward to the results this night.
Inside the central building, a light blue three-dimensional light shrouds the vast stage, which is empty, with no award-winning actors or enthusiastic hosts, only pillars of blue light, on which impressive words slowly emerge.
These words are the words written by Admiral Myers himself in the final episode of the documentary's seven episodes.
The art gallery, which can accommodate thousands of people, has long been filled, and the gorgeously dressed and bright federal stars and giants of the film and television industry on the seats did not smile and lean around to say hello as they did in the past, but looked at the stage seriously.
There was silence on and off the stage, and only the breathing of a few thousand people could be heard.
In this silence and waiting, the melodious sound of the piano does not know when it will come, faint and quiet, and the beauty of the sky slides down from the sky, falling on the sideburns of people's clothes, adding a bit of pleasantness.
In the sound of the piano, a beautiful girl appeared in the blue pillar of light, she gently clenched her fists, looked at the light in the air, as if looking into the distance, and began to chant softly.
Jian Shui'er, a national girl who disappeared from the stage and disappeared in front of the public for a long time, sang the ending song of the seventh group of the documentary, which mixed sadness and sunshine, and kicked off the Nebula Award.
To be continued: