The president is with her political enemies [Interstellar]

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Sid Digger stirred the tea in his cup with a small spoon.

"Thank you for your cooperation, goodbye."

"goodbye."

Siddig looked at the relief above his head and said with a smile: "The Empire and the Alliance would never have anything to do with each other before, let alone now."

Cynthia picked up the tea and drank it, "Otherwise what do you tell me, dear people, we really love each other." She laughed mockingly, "Do you think I will be as brainless as you?"

Sid Digger retorted: "What do you mean I don't have a brain, if you didn't drive the official car of the alliance to chase me, nothing would happen."

"Then if you don't go see off that beautiful Miss Elena, I don't need to drive after you."

"Ha, you're so funny," said Sid Digger, "If we go on blaming each other like this, shouldn't we blame our encounter in Colin three years ago?"

"You know you don't want to say that."

"I'm kidding." Sid Degra took Cynthia's collar and touched her lips. "Good morning. How's the car business going?"

Cynthia wanted to deepen the good morning kiss, but was staggered by Sid Digger, "I've never handled a thing so cleanly, oh, a car. I can assure you, even its designer It is also absolutely impossible to recognize that the painting was originally a polar car."

"What did you do with it?"

"Painting. The most famous artist in the league was hired."

"Who? Manet?"

Cynthia sneered, "Me."

"According to what you said, I suddenly lost the desire to see that painting." Sid Digger said.

"It's a pity that I have already sent the three-meter-by-three-meter-wide painting to your home."

"I don't think you'd recognize it as a painting."

"To be honest," said Cynthia casually, "I think you still need a potted plant."

"Perhaps," Siddig mused, "I'm more short of fertilizer."

"Do you think it's illegal to take photos of other people's private lives and follow them, can you have an extra potted plant?"

"Don't make that mafia look," Sid Digger pressed her face with two fingers, "I don't need you to send me if I can. But that lovely reporter has been heavily protected by the Democratic Party, and more What's more, the empire respects human rights." She teased: "Do you think it's an alliance? Your word for it?"

"Respect human rights to the extent that the president is secretly photographed? Are you not within the scope of being respected?"

"In a way, I don't count," Sid Digger said. "I'm a privileged class—a privileged class."

"I might die laughing when you say that."

Sid Digger clicked his tongue, "Really, I can't even guarantee my safety now. If I fall into the water, I can only be rescued by my political enemies."

"That depends on whether that political enemy is willing to save you, maybe she is in a bad mood."

"Perhaps it is very possible that the political opponent pushed it down."

Cynthia played with Siddig's hair and whispered in her ear: "Didn't you hear that just now? That political enemy is willing to save you, even if it hurts himself."

Sid Digger looked up at Cynthia and said, "She can swim."

Cynthia burst out laughing, and she sat down next to Sid Digger.

Sid Digger had a computer in front of him, displaying a photo.

A picture of a kiss.

Maybe the photo was taken from too far away, and Siddig's face and her long dark red hair could barely be seen clearly. As for the woman in her arms, she didn't even show her face.

"I'm still very surprised, how can you tell that it's a league official just by this photo?"

Sid Digger said: "I am also very surprised, sir, were you only busy painting last night?"

Cynthia said, "I even slept with you."

Sid Digger glanced at her.

"Sleeping very simply," she added. "Please repeat, I was so sleepy yesterday that I didn't even have the energy to undress."

"The photographer is a reporter from the Imperial Record, the living area section. I don't know why he was appointed by the newspaper to report the meeting in Mobia. He saw someone speeding and was driving an official car of the alliance, so he followed him. His speed did not exceed the The owner of the car was so fast, he saw that scene when he arrived, which was the second photo of the scene of the car accident. In order not to cause unnecessary trouble," Sid Digger said sarcastically, "Now he is in big trouble. He I drove the car up high in the wooded area and took this photo with a remote camera."

"The Record? I remember that their editor had a very good relationship with that Mr. Russell, but Russell is dead. Who is the candidate this time?"

"Currently the loudest voice is Ryan from the Narot family. He is 23 years old this year, with blond hair and very handsome."

"There is no need to say extra adjectives."

Sid Digger said: "I just want you to understand this man in a more three-dimensional and intuitive way."

"The Narot family? Isn't that the family of Lord Severe's mother? They don't have a united front?" called Your Excellency.

Sid Digger said: "I think you may know more about this matter by asking Mr. Tang than from me."

"Mr. Tang only cares about one person," Cynthia said, "I guess he doesn't even know who is the agent of the Narot family."

"Your Excellency Severy, the voice is not as high as Ryan. In fact, she seems to have no interest in this election. She has no campaign, no speech, nothing. There are many people in the Democratic Party who respect her, but they hate her deeply. There are no longer a minority. And her health is very problematic, she is only 47 years old, but she has been drinking for more than ten years. So she is the least favored among several candidates."

"But she is the one with the most strength and the most amazing resume." Cynthia said.

Sid Digger rubbed the sun's blood, "There are indications that she probably won't participate in this election. But it's probably, I will prepare."

Before she could finish speaking, her phone rang.

"Hello."

"Good morning, Your Excellency, there are still 10 minutes left for the meeting to start, and the polar train is already waiting for you below." Dorothy said, "Have you finished your morning tea?"

"already……"

Cynthia took the phone, "Hi, please wait another five minutes."

She didn't hang up the phone, and threw the phone on the table casually, blocking Siddiger's mouth when she wanted to speak.

Cynthia let her go at four and a half minutes.

Sid Digger took a long sip of tea and said, "I told you that food without salt has no taste. Since you have so much time, why don't you wait for the food to be fully cooked? Undercooked food is tasteless and disgusting. "

Cynthia said, "I'm very hungry, sir."

☆、Chapter 12 Divergent

Cynthia arrived at the venue late as usual.

On the fifth day of the "[-]th" meeting, the meeting officially began.

Cynthia glanced at the proposal in front of her. She only glanced at it, and she had no desire to read any more.

Treaty on the Reduction of Weapons of Mass Destruction in Outer Territories.

"It's just a written agreement." President Morbia explained.

"Then let it be paper forever," said Cynthia, without even opening it.

The alliance's lack of cooperation was so obvious that none of the alliance's allies touched this document.