Chapter 636: Salty tofu brain and sweet bean curd

"Chris..." Looking at the empty podium on the TV, Dessell held the remote control in one hand and covered his mouth with the other, suppressing the impulse to enter the palace.

He knows that Chris must be in a very bad mood at this moment, but he has no good way to comfort this former friend.

Yes, a former friend. Back then, he could regard a down-and-out city lord as a friend who could make a heart-to-heart.

He was young at that time, and Chris was also in full bloom. But as time passed, he became less and less dared to regard the god-like imperial emperor as his friend.

But now that I think about it, it wasn't Chris, but Dessier himself who shook his head with a wry smile, and even the TV was not turned off, so he lay down on his back on the soft sofa, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

As the prime minister of the empire, in many cases, is he really unselfish, considering issues from the perspective of the country?

As the most important partner of Chris, did he keep up with Chris as he moved into the future?

As Chris said at the end, when Chris looked around, would he stand there with a smile on his face?

These tortures from the soul made Desaier restless. He felt that what he did was not good enough, at least compared with His Majesty, what he did was far from enough!

At the same time, Schumann, who was standing in front of the TV, watched the District Council’s rejection of the copy of the request for repairs to the training camp, and loosened the wrinkled prosthetic leg that had pinched the copy.

He was very angry just now, very dissatisfied with the decision made by the district council. He felt that he was born to death as a soldier, but the civilian officials were holding back the soldiers because of a little funding.

Yes, he is not a "reformist", but he is indeed a warrior with a strong "military" thought mentioned in his majesty's speech.

He believes that the war is not over yet, and everything must make way for the military. He is what His Majesty said, those "military warriors who are brave and good at opening up territories"...

A feeling of shame and self-blame came to my heart, and Schumann realized at this time that his self-righteous loyalty and patriotism in the past had already been abandoned by himself.

The country he loves, the great emperor he is loyal to, has actually been deeply hurt by his self-righteous mistakes.

In a dim room with no curtains open, a two-hundred-jin fat man sitting in front of the computer, looking at the flashing screen, didn't take the snacks stacked next to the keyboard for a long while.

The quiet room should have been flooded with it. The dense keyboarding sound stopped, replaced by a long silence, silent.

After a long while, the fat man finally reached out and pressed the mouse. He gently shook his wrist, allowing the cursor to stay at the position of a shortcut key on the desktop.

With the faint click of a double-click, a forum interface appeared in the center of the computer monitor. The fat man in the dark entered his account password, then ignored the number of messages showing 999 in the upper right corner, and reopened a post.

"I watched your majesty's speech, and I think I owe your majesty an apology." The crackling keyboard sounded again, and the fat man began to write what he wanted to say quickly.

Lines of content remained on the computer screen, with regrets between the lines: "The post about the sweet and salty party that I made before is really boring."

As he typed, he glanced at the snacks next to the keyboard. Those sweets that seemed so delicious in the past, but now they seem to make people unappetizing.

Forget it, today I want to reflect on myself, so I just take a bite... He averted his gaze and continued to write in his upcoming post: "Those who love sweets can also interact with those who love salty food. People become friends..."

When he finished typing the last sentence, he pressed the mouse on the release button, and pressed it immediately without hesitation.

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Sitting up on the expensive sofa, Desaier walked quickly to his desk. He took out a copy of the blank memorial he had prepared long ago, spread it on the desk, and wrote a sentence. A brief heartfelt voice.

He looked at his most trivial memorial ever, but there was a sincere smile on his face that had disappeared for a long time.

"Come here, send this memorial to your majesty!" He called his secretary and pointed to the unsealed memorial on the table.

When the secretary picked up the memorial, he only saw a paragraph with only the handwriting Long Feifeng Wu: "I'm sorry! I'm slacking off! But I promise you can see me when you look around!"

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Schumann put down the documents in his hand. He felt that he had to use his own actions to prove his love for this country and the loyalty of his most emperor.

He stood up and walked to the door. When he opened the door, he found Speaker Allen standing outside his door with an awkward expression, as if he wanted to knock on the door, but hesitated.

"Speaker Allen... why are you here..." Schumann was embarrassed, and then quickly moved away from his position: "Come in and sit... just right, I have something to say to you."

The old man Allen blushed and smiled apologetically: "I won't go in. Actually I don't have the face to go in as a guest... Today I came to apologize, maybe we had some misunderstandings before, but I promise, from From this moment on, I was just a district chairperson of the empire..."

"I... I actually did something wrong." Schumann scratched his head embarrassedly. He took a half step back and made an inviting gesture: "Come in and sit, no matter what misunderstandings... I think , We are all willing to solve problems for our motherland."

"You are right! Lieutenant Colonel Schumann." Speaker Allen nodded and walked into Schumann's villa: "As long as we are loyal to your Majesty, there should be no essential differences between us."

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In the dimly lit room, the fat man clicked on the latest reply, which was a message from a netizen named "Salty Tofu Brain is King".

"I was excited before, and I apologized for the curse...I think you are right. Whether it is sweet or salty, we can all become good friends."

When the fat man became happy, he grabbed a handful of sweets and stuffed it into his mouth. With his oily fingers, he tapped on the keyboard: "I will try the way of eating tofu brain tomorrow. I used to eat sweet bean curd only. of……"