MTL - Interstellar Fairy Tale-Chapter 32
"My name is Poligny, captain of the merchant ship Dosa. It is a pleasure to meet you, Your Excellency."
Poligny was a strong man in his fifties, with a strong, stump-like body and a bushy beard. The whole person looks slovenly, and the face is really not handsome, it is difficult for people to think that he is a reliable captain. In fact, Poligny is indeed not a good guy. He was born in Planet γ, and he was an independent businessman in name, but he was secretly doing people smuggling. You must know that not all people are patriots. Those who pursue different ideals and reality always think that life will be better if they live on another planet. But there is always a gap between the ideal and the reality, and often the new life will only become a regretful time for them to miss the previous days. But none of this has anything to do with Poigny. He only needs to safely send people to the destination planet and get the remuneration according to the pre-agreed amount. These risky businesses made Poligny a lot of money. In fact, many gamma merchants do this, just by the way or professionally.
For Poligne, no, perhaps for most independent businessmen from the gamma planet, as long as they have money, there is nothing they can't do. They also despise the guys who stay on their home planet and rely on taxes to live, but they don't know that what they do is really not much better.
This time, however, Poligne's guests were a little special. The dark brown eyes looked at the tall man who walked into the cabin door. The man was wearing a decent black suit, with a handsome face, fair complexion, well-groomed black hair, and black eyes behind silver-frame glasses, exuding sharp eyes. of light.
"God, don't joke with me!"
Although Poligne didn't like politics, he was able to recognize that the young man in front of him was clearly the youngest president in the history of the Republic of Seth! The president of a country is looking for him to do business with a smuggled smuggler? What an interstellar joke!
Poligny's expression changed, and he even began to think about whether to pull out the laser gun in the holster. Liu Xi, however, was not shaken at all by Poligny's attitude. He took the black suitcase from Kent, pressed the button, the lid popped open, and a stack of neatly stacked coins appeared in front of Poligny.
Unlike Mars Coin and Seth Coin, Universal Coin is issued by Planet Gamma and can be circulated throughout the Muse galaxy. It is approved for use even on colonized planets.
Poligne swallowed his saliva involuntarily, staring at the box in Liu Xi's hand with glowing eyes, to be precise, staring at the universal coins in the box.
"grown ups…"
"Captain, I just need you to deliver me safely to Hercules, the capital of Mars. These are all yours."
In the end, the lure of money overcame the remaining concerns, and Polligner made a contract with Liu Xi without hesitation.
"Respected adults, tomorrow is a good day, and the entire crew of the Dosha will serve you wholeheartedly."
Poligny grabbed the hat whose original color could no longer be seen, and gave a nondescript salute. Liu Xi didn't even frown, as if he didn't care about Polligne's amusing politeness.
"Well, Captain Poligny, your sincere help will bring you far more benefits than these money, I promise."
Liu Xi's smile was gentle, as if he was talking about the weather with a lady and a gentleman at a state banquet. Only Kent knew that after this trip, Poligny and his Dosa would not end well. At least, the president of a country smuggled to Hercules, the capital of Mars, with the help of smugglers, once it spreads, it will be a pretty terrible scandal. It is very likely that Liu Xi's political career will be ended prematurely. This is impossible for Liu Xi to accept.
Walking out of the cabin, Liu Xi got into the black land car and rolled down the window. The seventh planet where the Republic of Seth is located is completely opposite to the fourth planet where the Mars military regime is located. Mars should be in full bloom by now, right? Seth was beginning to enter winter.
Hercules-Madoff Military Academy
It has been raining for three days in a row.
Shang Ping sat lazily by the window of the library, with a copy of Earth History Textual Research and after-class notes arranged by Professor Trinide spread out in front of him. Looking at the raindrops that kept hitting the glass, Shang Ping turned the light pen in his hand in a trance, unable to concentrate at all.
It should be a quiet room, but a group of students gathered in a corner near the bookshelf, discussing something with your words. At first these people were able to control the volume. Perhaps the conversation was not going well. Gradually, the discussion turned into a quarrel, and it had begun to attract the attention of the librarians, but they were still unaware.
The voice was noisy, Shang Ping frowned a little irritably, and was forced to listen to these guys talking impassively about some less exciting, obviously empty topics, which was really not a pleasant thing. Don't they understand that even if they devalue the Sixth Fleet and the Eighth Fleet here, what benefit will it bring them? Even if they can drown the entire capital with their saliva, they cannot change the status quo of the government's suppression of militant sentiments.
"If you want me to say, what cosmic fleet is unreliable at all!"
"that is!"
"The government is also doing nothing! After this defeat, I don't even want to be ashamed as soon as possible and drive the alien invaders away!"
"If you want me to say, the two colonels who lost the battle should hide in the sewers in shame! They are a disgrace to Mars!"
…
The unscrupulousness of these people finally caused dissatisfaction, and the librarian stepped forward and sternly stopped their conversation.
Shang Ping watched those people blushing unwillingly, arguing with the administrator excitedly, his expression was a little dark, he closed the earth history research paper in front of him, picked up the notes, stood up, and walked a few steps to those people. In front of him, he stood still and looked at the epaulettes of these students. They were students one to two years younger than him, and each of them had an eagle-shaped coin on the cuff. This is not a logo on the uniform of the Madoff Military Academy, it should be an insignia of an organization.
Eagle... Eagle?
That organization that gathers a group of simple-minded, underdeveloped limbs and only a warm-blooded guy?
Shang Ping raised his eyebrows and couldn't help thinking of the unpleasant remarks he heard in the restaurant before.
"Everyone," Shang Ping said suddenly, his voice did not increase, but he successfully attracted everyone's attention, "I just want to ask you a question."
"what?"
"If there is no Mars cosmos fleet, can you still talk about it here?"
"you!"
"It is true that the Sixth Fleet and the Eighth Fleet lost the battle, but are you really talking about it here because you know the situation at the time? Or are you just trying to impress? The enemy can be easily repelled? Talking is not going to help you win the battle. Of course, the premise is that your blindness and blood will allow you to graduate from Madoff Military Academy. But in my opinion, that is really difficult, maybe a laser shovel It is more suitable for you. Because you are not like military cadets who aim to board space battleships, but more like a group of naive politicians without brains! This is the advice given to you by seniors, and you don’t need to thank me too much.”
After Shang Ping said this, he turned and left the library. Leaving the angry shouting and cursing behind him, he looked at the instructor who passed by. Obviously, the other party heard the shouting from the library. Shang Ping raised the corner of his mouth. He just said that, now it seems, Those guys might really be ready to go with the laser shovel.
Maybe it was the seemingly endless rain that made him irritable, or maybe it was the memory of his previous life that confused Shang Ping, so that Shang Ping could not have a complete sense of belonging to Mars so far. For the Golden Fleet, Shang Ping was unable to make a statement that the other side was the aggressor for the time being.
Yes, for those in the Muse system now, the Golden Fleet is likely - or already playing the role of an invader. But, have they ever thought that the history of human beings in the Muse Galaxy is only more than a thousand years old. Before that, the blue planet was the mother of human beings. For the Muse Galaxy, they are humans from Earth. Descendants are the real invaders. Are the colonized planets that have been developed, and the territorial people above, also cursing the Mars fleet?
Feeling that his thoughts were outrageous, Shang Ping shook his head and chuckled.
"Forget it, what do I want to do with this? Things aren't that bad, are they?"
Yes, Uncle Edgar...
Austin stood behind Shang Ping, and he saw what happened in the library just now. After making an appointment for dinner with Shang Ping, Austin was a little late because he asked the professor a certain question. He rushed to the door of the library and saw the scene just now.
It turned out that Shang Ping didn't care as he showed, he just didn't want to say it, and didn't want to really express it.
The boy's fair hand rested on Shang Ping's shoulder, and then his arm was forced to take the black-haired boy in front of him into his arms. Shang Ping was surrounded by a familiar aura, leaning back on Austin's chest, which was neither broad nor thick, feeling the heat from his skin, unexpectedly not wanting to break free. Maybe it was the rain that was blown by the wind and the face was a little cold, or maybe it was something else. It's just the warmth of this moment that makes Shang Ping inexplicably nostalgic.
"Austin..."
"kindness?"
"thanks."
When the words fell, Shang Ping closed his eyes and relaxed his body. He leaned against Austin's chest, the notebook in his hand fell to the ground, and the metal corner of the edge of the notebook hit the marble floor with a soft sound.
Not far away, John looked at the scene in front of him with a complicated look. Although he knew that Austin, a woman, was chasing his best friend, he always thought that Shang Ping would not be tempted, but now it seems that this matter is not as good as he imagined. as in.
This **** woman face!
The rain in Hercules was still falling, and the merchant ship Dosha had left the Republic of Seth, carrying Liu Xi, the President of the Republic of Seth, and Kent, the confidential secretary, and flew to the vast universe with firm determination.
Not long after Liu Xi left, Marshal Helu of the Army of the Republic of Seth got the news. Looking at the light and shadow message left by Liu Xi, Marshal Helu was pounding the table with a headache. How could he forget that this wily-looking president , In fact, only twenty-four years old! The impulse of the young man is still deeply buried in his body, and at a certain moment, it will still burst out.
