Chapter 615 The British are not partial to the British! !
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 615 The British are not partial to the British! !
[The title is wrong again, it should be——]
[The British do not lie to the British]
.
At the same time, at 10 Downing Street, London,
The Prime Minister slumped alone in the office, on that extremely comfortable chair,
He didn't want to move for a long time.
Soon there will be a matter of great importance to him to do.
Not dealing with papers, or reading some stinky, long memo.
Instead, fill your stomach.
After all, for the current prime minister, this is the only thing he can do.
After a while, his mind went blank, and he mechanically prepared his lunch for today.
A sandwich with a piece of grilled sausage, a few slices of lettuce, and at most some butter.
"A prime minister who stepped down in embarrassment and lost any rights... only deserves this." '
The Prime Minister thought to himself mockingly.
While he was biting into a hard and cold sandwich,
the phone is ringing.
It was a call from the president of a distant country.
It stands to reason that when such a call is answered, secretaries, ministers, personnel from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs...even important military personnel, M6 intelligence personnel, and some translators will come over.
And the content of every call will be strictly recorded.
However, just like his current situation.
No one cares.
All eyes are on the members of the next government, all betting their bets and chasing the stench of power.
No one cares about a bureaucrat who is about to step down, even if he is the prime minister of the country.
The prime minister knew that there must be someone else on the other end of the phone line, and if something went wrong, it would become an excuse for others to criticize him.
The prime minister tried his best to restrain himself from recalling all kinds of unpleasant incidents that he had encountered in the past few years in this position.
Especially things related to those people...
The phone is still ringing.
Jingle Bell!
He is in no hurry.
To be honest, he can now imagine the gloating face of the president of the country on the other end of the phone, and his already shrunken internal organs are even more disgusting.
Jingle Bell!
The phone rang urgently.
After the Prime Minister took a heavy breath, he put down his sandwich, stood up, and answered the phone.
"Hey!……"
……
"Damn it!"
"This damn thing..."
The prime minister's teeth were about to be crushed.
Just now... the leader of a certain country on the far side of the ocean called to express his condolences,
It can be said that this is a very personal conversation.
But this guy didn't even hide it, and asked directly about the new infectious disease that broke out in London.
According to him, in extreme cases, his country's army... the best guy in the world... can be used to assist the British government in dealing with this severe infectious disease.
As long as the prime minister makes a plea, he will definitely let his country's government and Congress pass it.
damn it.
He would never allow such a shameful thing to happen. Although the afterglow of the empire on which the sun never sets has come to an end, he still would never allow this filial son to insult the British Empire so nakedly.
What's more, it's just some new viruses similar to flu viruses, and it doesn't even kill as many people as the complications of tobacco and hemorrhoids. What can happen...
This guy just remembered the embarrassment he accidentally gave him at the multilateral meeting last year... he didn't fall asleep specifically.
What's more, there are many guys who have not been photographed by reporters.
Damn guy!
Boom!
The Prime Minister thumped the table hard, shaking the documents, ink bottles, and other odds and ends on it.
He was irritated by the disrespectful attitude of the country's leader to him... Howe.
but……
What can I do now?
The Prime Minister thought for a moment in great frustration.
No one will respect or care about a prime minister who is in charge of the cabinet.
The Prime Minister once again shrunk his body tiredly into the armchair behind him,
He tried to sort out the jumbled thoughts in his head.
At this time, there were three clear knocks on the door outside.
"Please come in!"
The prime minister straightened up subconsciously, sorted out his tired appearance, and said,
Now at this time, who will it be?
Before the Prime Minister could react, the door was opened, and in came his assistant to the secretary, Bernard Futterman.
That's right, at this time, only he will care about himself.
The Prime Minister did not know whether he was relieved or disappointed.
"What's the matter?" he asked softly.
Berner held a stack of documents with a worried face, put them on the Prime Minister's desk, and said nervously, "Prime Minister, the Minister of the Ministry of Health is in a hurry to meet with you, about the new virus infection..."
"He said that the [Morgan Anna Military Institute of Infectious Diseases] has drawn the latest conclusions and must ask you for a report."
"All the content has been compiled into written materials and presented in front of you. He will personally come over and explain to you in detail at around [-]:[-] this afternoon."
"Should I inform the Home Secretary, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer?"
"Need not……"
"Being not."
The prime minister's words slipped from his lips, and he swallowed them back hastily.
At this time, he suddenly realized one thing, even if he was betrayed by many relatives... he is still the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom.
And these hyenas who are busy running for the throne under their asses can't ignore their own support now.
'Can this matter come in handy? '
Sensitive to rights, the Prime Minister hastily dug out his pair of reading glasses from the drawer under the table, put them on, and carefully checked the reports in his hand.
As expected, for a journalist who was born with a pen like himself, looking at things can only be regarded as humiliating himself.
After reading it for a long time, the prime minister could only come to one conclusion, that is, the person who wrote this report... at the end, he clearly wrote a conclusion in words.
——This virus is completely different from all viruses circulating in modern society.
Until now, the entire British medical system has not even been able to figure out how it is transmitted. Even according to the current degree of political chaos in the British government, they cannot make a clear statistics at all.
That is to say, until now, the infection rate of this severe infectious disease...they have not been able to clearly know.
Although the meaning of this report was unclear, the Prime Minister already knew what the Minister of Health wanted.
Add money, and ask for power!
After putting down the report, the Prime Minister sighed heavily.
He really wanted to do something for a while, issue some administrative order to ensure the normal operation of the government, but now everyone's attention is focused on the two popular candidates in the party to fight. Even the civil service system, which claims to be absolutely neutral, is also placing bets one after another, ignoring this matter at all.
The rest of the people are just like vultures just for their rights to one-third of an acre of land... only staring at the carrion in front of their eyes, but can't see the danger in the distance.
Maybe as long as Bernard, a foolish boy, stays put and is loyal to his position...
The prime minister looked up at Berner's thinning hairline, and couldn't help but dare to move.
In the past few years, the ones who have helped me the most are not the political allies in the party and the big bosses who provide funds behind them.
On the contrary, it was Bernard Jr., who has always been hardworking and never said much, who has always supported him.
So now the prime minister feels... a little guilty.
So he opened his mouth and asked in a chatty way, "Berner, what are your plans after I leave office?"
"I?"
"I'm waiting for the assignment from my immediate superior..."
"Berkonan?" murmured the Prime Minister.
No need to think about it, I also know that this old and cunning civil servant in England must take this opportunity to find the next guy who is very likely to inherit his position... and place a bet.
The prime minister thought for a while, took out a blank piece of paper from the cabinet, and wrote on it with a pen... Berner's work history at his company, and said some compliments.
And signed it, and then handed it to Berner.
"It's just a letter of introduction. If you can't stay in the civil service system, you can rely on it to get a better job in college. Of course, it's worse than your current job..."
Berner was very excited. He directly disclosed the task assigned to him by his immediate boss Bernan to the prime minister.
"What! The next Prime Minister of the British Empire...is to be chosen between the Foreign Minister and the Minister of the Exchequer...these two fools? Isn't there a better, more mature-looking candidate?"
The prime minister directly rolled his eyes and mocked.
"Is there any problem with them? Now these two people have the highest support rate, and they are also the most supported by party members." Berner asked suspiciously.
"A lower body looks like a teddy that hasn't been castrated. He's a mother in the office..."
"Everyone in the cabinet knows about this. If I hadn't sent someone to suppress the scandal a few years ago, this guy would have played it long ago!"
"And the other is an idiot who was fattened by the City of London. He doesn't have the guts to choose such a guy as Prime Minister... It's better to let a baboon do it. At least when the Soviet Union calls, the baboon dares to press the red button."
"Prime Minister, the Soviet Union disappeared a few years ago."
"Um, I'm confused. Is there no other candidate for Berknan, a more reliable candidate?"
Berner was a little hesitant, with a very hesitant expression on his face.
"Say it? Bernard, am I going to tell anyone else?"
Berner looked at the recommendation letter in his hand, as if looking at a piece of hot potato.
"Sir, the English don't lie to the English..."
"Of course, as a gentleman of the British Empire, I will not lie to you. This is my guarantee to you, a gentleman's guarantee!"
The Prime Minister speaks plausibly.
"Okay? It's Johnson!"
"Hahaha...are you kidding me?" The prime minister laughed, but his voice gradually dropped when he saw Bernard's serious face.
The anger in his heart could not help bursting out with this name.
"Is this true?" the prime minister asked in disbelief.
"Yeah!" Bernard nodded.
"How dare he, Berknan, how dare... You know how Johnson humiliated me at the beginning... How dare he prepare to choose such a guy without telling me." Obviously, the Prime Minister hated this person named Johnson very much.
Just when he wanted to say something to Berner and express his anger.
Bernard suddenly froze and froze on the spot.
His complexion is gray and white, and his eyes are big and round, almost popping out.
"Berner?"
The Prime Minister called again, and he suddenly realized something, his back felt cold instantly, and the tingling and burning sensation... spread all over his body.
He tremblingly turned his head to look in the direction of the fireplace.
really--
Green flames are licking...someone in a thin cloak.
He was holding a long, pointed black stick, pointing at Bernard.
The Prime Minister tried his best to conceal his surprise and panic, tried to muster up his courage, and asked the wizard, "Fudge?... What did you do to Bernard?"
The person who came was Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, who was standing on an antique and exquisite carpet, dusting himself... the ashes on his sleeves and collar.
After hearing the Prime Minister's extremely weak questioning, Fudge looked up, and he saw Bernard and the Prime Minister opposite.Then a false smile appeared on his face, and he said, "It's too urgent, Prime Minister... I can't wait for you to be alone, so I'm asking for your consent."
"As for the Muggle, he'll be all right, all right. Just keep him out of our business for a while...for him, for you, for us...it's for everyone's sake."
As he spoke, he waved his wand, and Bernard spun rapidly like a top, and moved directly to a corner of this office, petrifying the wall.
The Prime Minister gasped, and then he saw the emerald green flame in the fireplace fade away, and the empty grate under the marble fireplace returned to its usual calm.
And at this time, another thing that frightened the prime minister happened again——
"Minister, this Floo powder channel has been blocked and will be reopened in an hour..."
An oil portrait of a small frog-like man in a long silver wig hanging on the wall came to life.
The voice speaks from this oil painting.
After hearing this, Fudge nodded with satisfaction.
He took off the yellow-green bowler hat on his head, held it in his hand,
Then strode towards the prime minister, he stretched out his other hand, "Prime Minister, it's a pleasure to meet you again."
The Prime Minister shook Fudge's hand reluctantly.
He didn't want to see Fudge at all.
This guy brings him some really bad, horrific news every time.
And now Fudge is older and more depressed than before.
That look... the Prime Minister is very familiar with it, not long ago he had such a look in his eyes.
I tried my best to maintain my rights hysterically...until everyone betrayed me and I lost my rights...
Although Fudge's figure is still that kind of chubby, but the whole face... can only be described in this way... dry and thin, his face is very dull, and the hair on the whole head is already bald.
His whole body was crumpled into a ball.
It looked decadent and depressed.
This is not a good sign...
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(End of this chapter)
[The title is wrong again, it should be——]
[The British do not lie to the British]
.
At the same time, at 10 Downing Street, London,
The Prime Minister slumped alone in the office, on that extremely comfortable chair,
He didn't want to move for a long time.
Soon there will be a matter of great importance to him to do.
Not dealing with papers, or reading some stinky, long memo.
Instead, fill your stomach.
After all, for the current prime minister, this is the only thing he can do.
After a while, his mind went blank, and he mechanically prepared his lunch for today.
A sandwich with a piece of grilled sausage, a few slices of lettuce, and at most some butter.
"A prime minister who stepped down in embarrassment and lost any rights... only deserves this." '
The Prime Minister thought to himself mockingly.
While he was biting into a hard and cold sandwich,
the phone is ringing.
It was a call from the president of a distant country.
It stands to reason that when such a call is answered, secretaries, ministers, personnel from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs...even important military personnel, M6 intelligence personnel, and some translators will come over.
And the content of every call will be strictly recorded.
However, just like his current situation.
No one cares.
All eyes are on the members of the next government, all betting their bets and chasing the stench of power.
No one cares about a bureaucrat who is about to step down, even if he is the prime minister of the country.
The prime minister knew that there must be someone else on the other end of the phone line, and if something went wrong, it would become an excuse for others to criticize him.
The prime minister tried his best to restrain himself from recalling all kinds of unpleasant incidents that he had encountered in the past few years in this position.
Especially things related to those people...
The phone is still ringing.
Jingle Bell!
He is in no hurry.
To be honest, he can now imagine the gloating face of the president of the country on the other end of the phone, and his already shrunken internal organs are even more disgusting.
Jingle Bell!
The phone rang urgently.
After the Prime Minister took a heavy breath, he put down his sandwich, stood up, and answered the phone.
"Hey!……"
……
"Damn it!"
"This damn thing..."
The prime minister's teeth were about to be crushed.
Just now... the leader of a certain country on the far side of the ocean called to express his condolences,
It can be said that this is a very personal conversation.
But this guy didn't even hide it, and asked directly about the new infectious disease that broke out in London.
According to him, in extreme cases, his country's army... the best guy in the world... can be used to assist the British government in dealing with this severe infectious disease.
As long as the prime minister makes a plea, he will definitely let his country's government and Congress pass it.
damn it.
He would never allow such a shameful thing to happen. Although the afterglow of the empire on which the sun never sets has come to an end, he still would never allow this filial son to insult the British Empire so nakedly.
What's more, it's just some new viruses similar to flu viruses, and it doesn't even kill as many people as the complications of tobacco and hemorrhoids. What can happen...
This guy just remembered the embarrassment he accidentally gave him at the multilateral meeting last year... he didn't fall asleep specifically.
What's more, there are many guys who have not been photographed by reporters.
Damn guy!
Boom!
The Prime Minister thumped the table hard, shaking the documents, ink bottles, and other odds and ends on it.
He was irritated by the disrespectful attitude of the country's leader to him... Howe.
but……
What can I do now?
The Prime Minister thought for a moment in great frustration.
No one will respect or care about a prime minister who is in charge of the cabinet.
The Prime Minister once again shrunk his body tiredly into the armchair behind him,
He tried to sort out the jumbled thoughts in his head.
At this time, there were three clear knocks on the door outside.
"Please come in!"
The prime minister straightened up subconsciously, sorted out his tired appearance, and said,
Now at this time, who will it be?
Before the Prime Minister could react, the door was opened, and in came his assistant to the secretary, Bernard Futterman.
That's right, at this time, only he will care about himself.
The Prime Minister did not know whether he was relieved or disappointed.
"What's the matter?" he asked softly.
Berner held a stack of documents with a worried face, put them on the Prime Minister's desk, and said nervously, "Prime Minister, the Minister of the Ministry of Health is in a hurry to meet with you, about the new virus infection..."
"He said that the [Morgan Anna Military Institute of Infectious Diseases] has drawn the latest conclusions and must ask you for a report."
"All the content has been compiled into written materials and presented in front of you. He will personally come over and explain to you in detail at around [-]:[-] this afternoon."
"Should I inform the Home Secretary, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer?"
"Need not……"
"Being not."
The prime minister's words slipped from his lips, and he swallowed them back hastily.
At this time, he suddenly realized one thing, even if he was betrayed by many relatives... he is still the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom.
And these hyenas who are busy running for the throne under their asses can't ignore their own support now.
'Can this matter come in handy? '
Sensitive to rights, the Prime Minister hastily dug out his pair of reading glasses from the drawer under the table, put them on, and carefully checked the reports in his hand.
As expected, for a journalist who was born with a pen like himself, looking at things can only be regarded as humiliating himself.
After reading it for a long time, the prime minister could only come to one conclusion, that is, the person who wrote this report... at the end, he clearly wrote a conclusion in words.
——This virus is completely different from all viruses circulating in modern society.
Until now, the entire British medical system has not even been able to figure out how it is transmitted. Even according to the current degree of political chaos in the British government, they cannot make a clear statistics at all.
That is to say, until now, the infection rate of this severe infectious disease...they have not been able to clearly know.
Although the meaning of this report was unclear, the Prime Minister already knew what the Minister of Health wanted.
Add money, and ask for power!
After putting down the report, the Prime Minister sighed heavily.
He really wanted to do something for a while, issue some administrative order to ensure the normal operation of the government, but now everyone's attention is focused on the two popular candidates in the party to fight. Even the civil service system, which claims to be absolutely neutral, is also placing bets one after another, ignoring this matter at all.
The rest of the people are just like vultures just for their rights to one-third of an acre of land... only staring at the carrion in front of their eyes, but can't see the danger in the distance.
Maybe as long as Bernard, a foolish boy, stays put and is loyal to his position...
The prime minister looked up at Berner's thinning hairline, and couldn't help but dare to move.
In the past few years, the ones who have helped me the most are not the political allies in the party and the big bosses who provide funds behind them.
On the contrary, it was Bernard Jr., who has always been hardworking and never said much, who has always supported him.
So now the prime minister feels... a little guilty.
So he opened his mouth and asked in a chatty way, "Berner, what are your plans after I leave office?"
"I?"
"I'm waiting for the assignment from my immediate superior..."
"Berkonan?" murmured the Prime Minister.
No need to think about it, I also know that this old and cunning civil servant in England must take this opportunity to find the next guy who is very likely to inherit his position... and place a bet.
The prime minister thought for a while, took out a blank piece of paper from the cabinet, and wrote on it with a pen... Berner's work history at his company, and said some compliments.
And signed it, and then handed it to Berner.
"It's just a letter of introduction. If you can't stay in the civil service system, you can rely on it to get a better job in college. Of course, it's worse than your current job..."
Berner was very excited. He directly disclosed the task assigned to him by his immediate boss Bernan to the prime minister.
"What! The next Prime Minister of the British Empire...is to be chosen between the Foreign Minister and the Minister of the Exchequer...these two fools? Isn't there a better, more mature-looking candidate?"
The prime minister directly rolled his eyes and mocked.
"Is there any problem with them? Now these two people have the highest support rate, and they are also the most supported by party members." Berner asked suspiciously.
"A lower body looks like a teddy that hasn't been castrated. He's a mother in the office..."
"Everyone in the cabinet knows about this. If I hadn't sent someone to suppress the scandal a few years ago, this guy would have played it long ago!"
"And the other is an idiot who was fattened by the City of London. He doesn't have the guts to choose such a guy as Prime Minister... It's better to let a baboon do it. At least when the Soviet Union calls, the baboon dares to press the red button."
"Prime Minister, the Soviet Union disappeared a few years ago."
"Um, I'm confused. Is there no other candidate for Berknan, a more reliable candidate?"
Berner was a little hesitant, with a very hesitant expression on his face.
"Say it? Bernard, am I going to tell anyone else?"
Berner looked at the recommendation letter in his hand, as if looking at a piece of hot potato.
"Sir, the English don't lie to the English..."
"Of course, as a gentleman of the British Empire, I will not lie to you. This is my guarantee to you, a gentleman's guarantee!"
The Prime Minister speaks plausibly.
"Okay? It's Johnson!"
"Hahaha...are you kidding me?" The prime minister laughed, but his voice gradually dropped when he saw Bernard's serious face.
The anger in his heart could not help bursting out with this name.
"Is this true?" the prime minister asked in disbelief.
"Yeah!" Bernard nodded.
"How dare he, Berknan, how dare... You know how Johnson humiliated me at the beginning... How dare he prepare to choose such a guy without telling me." Obviously, the Prime Minister hated this person named Johnson very much.
Just when he wanted to say something to Berner and express his anger.
Bernard suddenly froze and froze on the spot.
His complexion is gray and white, and his eyes are big and round, almost popping out.
"Berner?"
The Prime Minister called again, and he suddenly realized something, his back felt cold instantly, and the tingling and burning sensation... spread all over his body.
He tremblingly turned his head to look in the direction of the fireplace.
really--
Green flames are licking...someone in a thin cloak.
He was holding a long, pointed black stick, pointing at Bernard.
The Prime Minister tried his best to conceal his surprise and panic, tried to muster up his courage, and asked the wizard, "Fudge?... What did you do to Bernard?"
The person who came was Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, who was standing on an antique and exquisite carpet, dusting himself... the ashes on his sleeves and collar.
After hearing the Prime Minister's extremely weak questioning, Fudge looked up, and he saw Bernard and the Prime Minister opposite.Then a false smile appeared on his face, and he said, "It's too urgent, Prime Minister... I can't wait for you to be alone, so I'm asking for your consent."
"As for the Muggle, he'll be all right, all right. Just keep him out of our business for a while...for him, for you, for us...it's for everyone's sake."
As he spoke, he waved his wand, and Bernard spun rapidly like a top, and moved directly to a corner of this office, petrifying the wall.
The Prime Minister gasped, and then he saw the emerald green flame in the fireplace fade away, and the empty grate under the marble fireplace returned to its usual calm.
And at this time, another thing that frightened the prime minister happened again——
"Minister, this Floo powder channel has been blocked and will be reopened in an hour..."
An oil portrait of a small frog-like man in a long silver wig hanging on the wall came to life.
The voice speaks from this oil painting.
After hearing this, Fudge nodded with satisfaction.
He took off the yellow-green bowler hat on his head, held it in his hand,
Then strode towards the prime minister, he stretched out his other hand, "Prime Minister, it's a pleasure to meet you again."
The Prime Minister shook Fudge's hand reluctantly.
He didn't want to see Fudge at all.
This guy brings him some really bad, horrific news every time.
And now Fudge is older and more depressed than before.
That look... the Prime Minister is very familiar with it, not long ago he had such a look in his eyes.
I tried my best to maintain my rights hysterically...until everyone betrayed me and I lost my rights...
Although Fudge's figure is still that kind of chubby, but the whole face... can only be described in this way... dry and thin, his face is very dull, and the hair on the whole head is already bald.
His whole body was crumpled into a ball.
It looked decadent and depressed.
This is not a good sign...
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(End of this chapter)
