In the room, some people who looked miserable were gathered together.
But then again, at a time like this, other than those celebrities and politicians, who wouldn't be miserable?
These people's eyes were shining with a very special light. They were preparing to do something big. But among these people, there was one person who was different from the others, or rather, there were two people.
"Martin, I don't know if this is the right thing to do …" The person who spoke was an ordinary man in his forties. He was wearing a short-sleeved summer shirt bought a few years ago, a pair of shorts that he had worn for two years, and his leather sandals were worn out in some places, but this was already his most presentable outfit.
The man he called Martin leaned against the wall and stood by the window. One hand was across his chest, the other hand was tucked under the armpit of his other arm, and the other hand was holding a cigarette.
In the dim room, the green smoke seemed to have turned into a dim yellow. It first rose relatively straight, then seemed to be disturbed by some airflow, began to tremble, and finally disappeared.
He was looking at the hotel diagonally across the road. He came with a mission. His mission was to cause a scene during the reception dinner at the City Hall.
As a Socialist worker representative who leaned towards the Conservative Party, Martin was a trade union worker representative. He was very active in the factory, and in the words of the trade union, he was good at organizing the workers together.
Of course, in the eyes of the factory owner, Martin was an out-and-out troublemaker. Not only did he have the troublesome identity of a worker representative, but he also often formed small groups and organized workers to go on strike and stop production.
In addition to these identities, because of his activity, he was also an official member of the Socialist Party. The reason for joining the Socialist Party was probably that a worker representative could get the title of a low-level cadre and have some power here, which was much better than the Progressive Party or the Conservative Party.
As for his political position, he actually leaned towards the Conservative Party. In fact, the working class more or less leaned towards the Conservative Party's political position. Their attitude towards life was like their attitude towards work, and they did not want any unplanned changes. If there were no changes day after day, then it would be the best life.
Not long ago, he received a mission. The content of the mission was to cause some trouble during this diplomatic event.
In essence, he did not agree to this request. After all, he was no longer the kind of worker who buried himself in the workshop all day long and got himself dirty. He was already half a cadre. As everyone knew, a worker representative was no longer a worker in a sense, he was just a representative.
He knew what it meant to cause trouble during such an important national event, but the other party gave him an offer that he could not refuse. Even now, his heart still beat faster when he thought about it.
Two bank notes worth 10,000 yuan, and they were from six banks in the Bailey Federation. These notes did not require any proof. As long as they were taken to any regular bank, they could be turned into cash, or the numbers that represented wealth could be added to a designated bank account.......
This was an offer that he could not refuse. Before the recession, he could take 287 dollars and 35 cents from the factory every month. This amount of money was roughly equivalent to his total income for seven to eight years. Not to mention that the current economic environment was so bad, this amount of money was even more important.
In the face of his colleague's inquiry, Martin put out the cigarette on the windowsill. His expression was a little strange. "We did nothing wrong!"
Everyone in the room looked at him. He looked at these people and did what he had always done, inciting the emotions of the workers.
It was just that in the past, he incited the antagonism between the workers and the management. Now, he was inciting the antagonism between the people of the Bailey Federation and the United Kingdom of Nagalee. He was very good at this.
"Listen, first of all, I have to tell you that we are not alone. We have not only our families behind us, but also countless ordinary people of the Bailey Federation. At this moment, we are standing together."
"I don't know if you have heard, but the Federation government intends to send a large number of supplies to Nagalee and help them build factories."
"They would rather give the little money to those barbarians who eat bloody meat, and would rather build factories and create jobs for those barbarians than lower their heads to look at us who need help!"
"If we don't fight, if we don't make our voices heard, who knows what our society will become in the future!"
"This is not fighting for our own rights, it is for all of us, for the Federation!"
Martin used a few simple words to incite the atmosphere. He used the words "eating bloody meat" to mock the Nagalee people and the barbarians. In fact, until now, there were only a few people in the Federation who ate half-cooked steak.
Most people still ate well-cooked steak because of some serious public health problems caused by parasites and pollution. Therefore, when it came to cooking, people would try their best to cook the meat well instead of half-cooked.
This way of mocking a lower civilization by a higher civilization was well recognized by the people. They said some things with righteous indignation and cursed some things.
Martin looked at his companion beside him, his eyes deep. "Believe me, we did nothing wrong!"
His companion did not try to persuade him anymore. He just sat back down worriedly.
At 6: 45 pm, some of the distinguished guests began to enter. Martin put out the half-smoked cigarette in his hand and threw it on the ground.
At this time, there were already more than a dozen cigarettes lying on the ground beside him. The whole room was filled with a strong smell of smoke. His heart was definitely not as relaxed as he appeared to be.
"Let's begin, brothers. Let those old men hear our voices!"
The people in the room began to move in silence. At this time, they did not shout or roar, but they seemed to be particularly powerful.
Diagonally across the road, the mayor of Harbor City was welcoming some important guests. A large number of media surrounded the entrance of the hotel. The flashing of magnesium lights made this small area as bright as day.
The promotion of diplomatic relations with Nagalee was an order from the presidential palace, so this time, a lot of heavyweight media came. Whether they were on the president's side or not, they needed to report this news truthfully.
This did not have much to do with the position of these media organizations. After this, they could still greet the president and his political ideas that might seem like deformed children in the eyes of some people. However, there were some things that everyone needed to stand together. This was the rule.
When the interim president of the Senate arrived at the scene, it directly pushed the standard of the reception to at least two levels. It should be known that to receive a delegation from a small country like Nagalee, there was no need to alarm a politician at the level of the interim president of the Senate.
But he came, which also indicated the president's determination.
Just as the media was frantically taking photos of the gentleman in the center of the flashing lights and raising their hands to ask questions, a shout came from across the road. For a moment, there was a very brief moment of dead silence at the entrance of the bustling hotel.
A group of workers in tattered clothes rushed over with a series of very clear slogans, such as "we need food", "we need work", "the politicians are giving away our money generously", and so on. In an instant, the police in charge of security, the Federation Bureau of Investigation agents, and a few agents of the National Security Council moved into action.
But the problem was that this was not a private place, nor was it in a remote mountain forest. This was the city center of the city, and there were heavyweight media from all over the country here.
The interim president of the Senate, who was being baptized by the magnesium lights, left his position and walked towards the hotel as soon as he noticed the problem.
The mayor followed up with an apology, but in exchange, the interim president only said, "Get this done as soon as possible", which was somewhat cold.
However, since this matter had been blown up, it naturally couldn't be resolved so easily. With so many domestic and foreign media outlets watching, the Federation was establishing a positive image in the international community. They couldn't suppress these protesters in front of these media outlets.
The police, agents, and agents could only control them and prevent them from getting too close to the hotel. Other than that, they could only stare fiercely at them.
The Federation Bureau of Investigation and the local police had already mobilized more police forces to maintain order here. They did not know if there would be more unexpected incidents, and everyone's nerves were highly strung.
The vice president, who was socializing in the hotel, heard the noise coming from outside. The reporters were not afraid of the situation getting out of hand. Instead, they were afraid that the situation would not get out of hand. They surrounded the protesting workers and loudly asked questions. As the hotel door opened and closed, the voices came in.
Then, he saw the interim president of the Senate and took the initiative to greet him. "It's a great honor to have you …"
The Bailey Federation's Congress was a very special institution. Before the president's authority reached its peak, the Congress's authority was obviously higher than the incumbent president's, especially in the first four years. After four years, when the president's authority reached its peak, even the Congress had to make concessions when facing the president.
Now that the president was still very "dangerous", it was obvious that the Congress's power was greater. It was very normal for the vice president to make such a humble gesture.
However, the interim president was very unhappy. He did not hide his displeasure. "I hope this is not a decision that you regret. You have to get the situation out of hand as soon as possible!"
As he said that, he reached out and casually shook the vice president's hand. Then, he walked into the hall with a cold face, leaving the vice president standing there in confusion.
Less than a minute later, his assistant came in from outside with a worried expression. He said something in his ear, which made the vice president's expression suddenly become terrifying.
He did not show a ferocious expression, and the muscles on his face did not twitch. He was not much different from before, but everyone could feel something terrifying on his face.