Him and their stars

Yang Mingzhao did not see the other party's expression at that time, and decided to continue to be a secretary and think tank with no affection: "The Bakvi people's shipping treasury declared bankruptcy. After the Battle of Gibraltar, the Cathay people's domestic situation became more serious. They wanted to Relying on foreign wars to divert conflicts is a dangerous speculation. Once it lasts for a long time and cannot be taken advantage of, it will self-destruct without waiting for us to fight back."

Yang Mingzhao paused: "I agree with Chairman Maxer's opinion. If only the Bakvi and Catai people end up, even if the expedition fleet and the four Lord God-class ships fail to come back, we still have all the initiative. As long as everyone does their job, victory will never change."

Of course, the premise is that only these two countries will end up and "everyone will fulfill their duties." But generally speaking, the latter is even more masculine than the former.

Mr. President seemed not to hear the subtext: "Mingzhao, I originally thought that when we achieved so many results in the New World, the military merits required by this government would be enough. But I was wrong. I The new government I lead is a multi-party coalition. If I want to do something, I need higher prestige. Don’t you think so?"

He seemed to be talking to himself, with a hint of fanaticism in his expression.

Yang Mingzhao did not answer, but waited silently, preparing to be the most qualified listener.

"However, when I took office as Chairman of the National Defense Committee, I was strengthening national defense. I originally hoped to use the Cathay people, the most restless neighbors, to restore the glory of the earth. Those hungry big cats are crazy. It won’t be long before the dragon kings’ iron chains can’t hold them back. By then, even if we take care of the Kaitai people, the empire won’t be able to say anything.”

This was not the first time that Yang Mingzhao heard the chairman of the committee describe his blueprint. He also admitted that if everything went according to his plan, Keith Nichta might really become the greatest leader of the community after the War of Independence.

"I really didn't expect that the great expedition to the Dawn Star Territory of the New World would happen... But with the blessing of the spirit of the universe, now it's just a return to the original point. Haha, maybe it's better, with the peace treaty and so many things we signed with the empire. Cooperation plan, even if the war really comes to the territory of cats and birdmen, the dragon kings will have to hold their noses and admit it, right?"

"Darling." Mrs. Melalie called in a low voice, as if she was simply calling her husband, or perhaps to remind him.

"Ah haha, don't mind, madam. We are all our own people here. Besides, what can't a man do that he can't show to others?" Mr. President waved his hand vigorously.

"Mingzhao, please help me draft a speech. The content is about the Ketai and Bakvi people launching an invasion against us, and we need to fight back brazenly to safeguard the glory of mankind...the sooner the better."

"Give me eight hours. That way you still have time to review and revise when you go to work tomorrow." Yang Mingzhao said.

The commander-in-chief smiled with satisfaction: "Mingzhao, what should I do if I lose you?"

Mrs. Melalie couldn't help but feel happy: "I shouldn't be next to you, I should be under the treadmill."

"Look what you said, without you, I wouldn't know what happiness is, or even how to live."

As a result, this "loving couple" whose combined age was over ninety years old, just like a young couple in love, had a long kiss as if no one else was watching. Judging from the sticky state, if there was no one else present, these two might really have to go to the gym to play.

We shouldn't be here. No, we're not even supposed to be human. The group of guards in the gym were all staring intently, doing their best to disguise themselves as a set of furniture.

Yang Mingzhao strode away in such a rose-red atmosphere. As for the President, under the encouraging gaze of his wife, he lifted the 200-pound barbell and prepared to do another set with a bang. He is already forty-five years old, and he still needs to work hard to ensure that he has a masculine butt that is very popular among aunty voters.

However, just as he was sweating profusely after completing two sets of heavy deadlifts and preparing to add more weight to do squats, the door of the gym was pushed open, and a sweaty brigadier came in. officer.

"General, Mr. President, something bad is going on!" he shouted.

President Nishita was so frightened that he staggered and almost doubled over. He was about to be paralyzed by the 240-pound barbell. Fortunately, Mrs. Melalie next to her reached out before the guards could react and took the barbell in her hand with one hand.

Mr. President stared at the opponent with lingering fear, wishing he could pick up the barbell and hit the opponent on the head. If he hadn't known that this guy didn't have such courage, he would have suspected that the other party wanted to take the opportunity to kill him so that the vice president could take over.

This man's name is Holland Goldenberg. He is just over thirty years old and is already a brigadier general. Compared to those monsters in the 830th class, they were certainly inferior, let alone compared to the divinely chosen champion. However, at this age and with this military rank, he must be a very capable (at least capable of taking exams) and well-backed person.

Naturally, it is the dragon of the crouching dragon and the phoenix of the phoenix chick.

In fact, Colonel Goldenberg did. He is a member of the Tiger Fu Group of the 823rd class of the Central Defense University. The elder in his family is also a big boss of the Co-Prosperity Party. His grandfather even served as a senior officer of the "Terra Sector" garrison during the empire's rule, which was also commonly known as the commander of the puppet army.

He currently serves as the director of the Attendant Office of the Presidential Palace. To put it bluntly, he is the chief secretary of the military. He is responsible for the communication and affairs between the Presidential Palace, the National Defense Commission, and the Military Command Headquarters.

Such a background and such a position are certainly in line with President Nikita's requirements for a multi-party coalition to govern, a harmonious whole country, and a positive attitude towards the government.

However, he was very dissatisfied with this guy. He is obviously wearing a uniform, and he looks like an elite soldier at ordinary times, but when things really happen, he is not as calm as a head of state who was born as a civilian.

When he thought of this, the president was full of resentment towards the divinely chosen champion who was still far away in the league. It can be said that that young man is the most suitable candidate for the director of the attendant room in his mind. He is talented, good-looking, and speaks well. Moreover, he is quite charismatic at a young age. Isn’t it time to engage in some high-level integrated affairs in the central government and accumulate some human beings?

President Nishita actually doesn't mind that young man being ambitious at all. It's strange that a capable person doesn't have ambition. Anyway, the community is not a hereditary monarchy, and he is more than 20 years younger than himself. It is almost impossible to prevent him from ascending to the throne. It's better to accumulate some incense in advance.

It's a pity that if the predators hadn't caused such a big incident last year and the whole galaxy was in chaos, that young man would have been his secretary long ago.

President Nishita glanced at the anxious Goldenberg again, thinking that it would be fine if he couldn't get a lion, but at least he had to get a hound! Why did I just get a Chihuahua as a substitute?

He glanced at the other party expressionlessly, picked up the barbell again, and said casually: "Tell me? What's going on?"

"...The fleet of the Kingdom of Cathay arrived in the Earl I-26 system and demanded that we hand over the fugitives. And they were the first to open fire on our border outpost!"

President Nishita's legs went weak, and he almost had the barbell pressing on his waist again. Fortunately, the guards nearby were ready at this time and hurriedly pounced on him. Lifting the iron, lifting the iron, and helping others, this way Mr. President did not lose his composure on the spot.

Mrs. Melalie shook her head, pushed away a few steps, put on her headphones and stepped onto the treadmill again. She didn't seem to be interested in such a big deal at all.

"A fight, a fight?" the president asked.

"The fight started!" Brigadier General Goldenberg nodded with a heavy face.

"How many people came?"

"It's still unclear. The news from the front is not very accurate, but Lieutenant General Sylvester said that everything is under control..."

The president interrupted the other party loudly, and picked up a five-kilogram dumbbell from the side: "Why don't you go and figure it out for me right away!"

"Exit, I'm going to find out immediately!" Brigadier General Goldenberg trembled and fled, leaving only the president who began to gasp for air.

Mrs. Melalie pretended not to see all this, and was addicted to the program in her headphones while running, and even laughed out loud.

President Nishita glanced at his wife, put down the dumbbells angrily, and drank a large pot of strong tea handed over by the guards. This finally stabilized his mood.

He wondered whether he should notify Chairman Maxell or Marshal Paris to hold an emergency meeting, but those two old men were nearly two hundred years old together. Wouldn't it be a bit inhumane to let people stay up late? More importantly, if he really announced the meeting overnight, wouldn't it look like he was in a hurry?

A great leader must not be in a hurry. What he wants must be that his appearance will remain unchanged despite the collapse of Mount Tai!

So, he motioned to the guard to pour him another cup of tea. However, before he could bring the new tea to his mouth, the door to the gym opened.

"Didn't I tell you... Oh, Ash, is it you? Hahaha, today is such a lively day!"

The visitor is also a member of the secretarial team of the Presidential Palace and is mainly responsible for diplomacy and international relations.

"It is indeed too lively. Mr. President, the Imperial Embassy just sent an application requesting discussions on some urgent issues. I hope that tomorrow... no, this morning can take up some of your time."

"Some time?" The president subconsciously felt that something was a little bit wrong.

"It's about the situation in the far shore nebula. The empire's high seas patrol fleet discovered that some conflicts broke out between the Ninth Fleet and the Cathay Royal Fleet in the Earl of Isaac's Star Channel on the border of our country. The empire believes that there is a conflict between the two countries. There should be some minor misunderstandings, but this should not affect the overall peace and prosperity of the galaxy." Secretary Ash paused and showed a wry smile: "The Empire expressed its willingness to serve as a mediator between the two sides. They have experience in this regard. Very rich experience.”

What the hell, the fight just started over there, and less than ten minutes later, he came to the door to mediate? Is your empire not even ready to act?

The president first gritted his teeth and fell into thought. Of course, he really couldn't figure out what the empire's purpose was, so he was destined to be incapable of contemplating anything.

"On this day when the Dawn Star Territory Shipping Coordinating Chamber of Commerce and the Dawn Star Territory Development Bank were established, I announce that the friendship between the Holy Galactic Empire and the Blue Star Community has entered a new chapter! I can already see that in the near future In the future, we will continue to make new achievements and promote the process of building a community with a shared future for cosmic civilization. I wish the friendship between the emperor and the communist party will prosper and last forever! May there be no war in our universe, and may there be only prosperity and peace in the universe!"

In the New World, the pass of the Dawn Star Territory, which was once called the "Devil's Throat" and is now renamed the Fortress of Unity, in the banquet hall of the ancient space city, King Sulyuka Brynhilt raised his wine glass and expressed his gratitude to everyone. Blessed.

We have to admit that some people are able to pronounce this kind of unoriginal diplomatic rhetoric with infectious appeal. In other words, some people don't even need to speak. Just standing here seems to be the only focus, and her every smile can affect the pulse of the world.

What's more, His Highness King Suliuka's words are not without any novelty. The Dawn Star Territory Shipping Coordination Affairs Department and the Dawn Star Territory Development Bank are the focus of the words.

Yes, these are two newly established international business organizations, established specifically for the joint development of the Dawn Star Territory. So far, the two new organizations have only managers in place and a general framework in place.

Of course, since it is an international organization, the organizational structure is naturally affiliated with the Galactic Civilization Council, and the background of the management personnel must also be diversified. As a result, the Empire took 40%, the Community took 30%, the Alliance took 10%, and the remaining countries shared the final 20%. From this personnel component alone, it can be said that it has a strong spirit of international sharing.

As for specific clerks, they are still being recruited. Job advertisements have now been distributed all over the universe. It is said that talented people from all over the universe are welcome to come together to discuss plans and so on. It is said that thousands of resumes have been received, and all of them are qualified. Elites with higher education and outstanding work resumes.

So, when Brünnhilt raised his glass, everyone at the scene burst into warm applause and cheers.

Only one-third of them are uniformed soldiers, and the rest are business and political elites wearing various formal attires. They are all well-dressed and look like dogs, and they all have sanctimonious and reserved expressions. Even the rhythm of the cheers and excitement seem to have been carefully designed.

However, Brunhild at least heard some sincere expectations from everyone's voices, and once again smiled as brightly as the sun:

"Well, as the Empire's governor in the Dawn Star Territory and one of the investors of the Development Bank and the Shipping Chamber of Commerce, I sincerely look forward to seeing a different Dawn Star Territory this time next year! If not, This king will get angry."

The dignitaries present could not tell whether His Highness King Su was threatening or joking for a while. They were all a little confused. It was not until a female general in the crowd clapped first that they all expressed that His Highness had a great sense of humor.

As a result, the scene was once again filled with a happy atmosphere.

The new president of the Dawn Star Territory Development Bank, a famous banker on Earth whose ancestors were said to have been financial controllers for the Imperial Dukes, patted his chest and said, please feel free to rest assured, Your Highness, and come to see Yunyun if your work is not done well. .

If the banker hadn't had to consider some dignity, everyone felt that this guy might even kneel down and lick His Highness's boots.

In short, compared to the small discordant disturbances that occurred in the mainland of the Milky Way, the Dawn Star Territory in the New World is a peaceful and prosperous scene, which is indeed gratifying!