911: Chapter 68 Strangling 3 (I’d actually prefer to na this chapter ‘Democracy’s Bastard’) 911: Chapter 68 Strangling 3 (I’d actually prefer to na this chapter ‘Democracy’s Bastard’) Inheriting the title of the largest ‘Democratic Country’ in human history from Bharat after nearly losing the Kingdom of Northern Ireland, Britain has always proclaid itself to be the mother of democracy worldwide.
Thus, naturally, Britain beca the son of democracy, and Arica, having broken free from the colonies of Little Britain, awkwardly beca the grandchild of democracy.
It might not sound very dignified, but after all, it’s a major country of three hundred million people.
Arica’s institutional exploration in the field of democratic construction is still quite advanced.
This advancent isn’t just baseless self-confidence, but is based on the thousands of different levels of electoral activities that take place across Arica each year.
Because there objectively exists a huge market for election services, Arica’s election studies have naturally beco renowned.
In the field of election studies, there is a special index that has beco a popular index acknowledged by everyone amidst controversial views—the Yiwu Index.
Every election year, as the largest small commodity wholesale market in China, Yiwu exports a large amount of materials for both sides of the election to Arica.
And this is where the scientific nature of the Yiwu Index lies.
The exported materials are redistributed by election organizers and service providers, or sold as souvenirs, the massive export demand corresponds to a large number of Arican supporters of one side.
From this angle, the allegations of so mysterious big country interfering in Arica’s elections seem to hold so truth—though not much.
In short, in Arica, there are many things similar to the Yiwu Index.
For example, the pizza index in Washington D.C.
During the Cold War, so unspeakable big country even sent full-ti agents to track this data.
When major events happen causing the high-level officials in Washington D.C.
to work overti, the flow of people in pizza shops and fast food restaurants around the Pentagon or other Arican agencies significantly increases.
And this pizza index also has another data to indirectly confirm it, which is the number of people in so high-end bars in Washington during popular tis.
Should these two data fluctuate respectively, it suggests that sothing big has gone wrong in Washington or the world—although Arica may be the grandchild of democracy, it is still temporarily the world’s police.
Lately, nothing major has happened in Washington.
The world is full of undercurrents, but for the top levels of Arica, these undercurrents are normal.
Therefore, high-end bars in Washington are doing quite well today.
Well, the main the is relaxation, similar to the relaxation felt by those soldiers stationed in Arica’s Middle East bases who suffer from ‘Middle Eastern concussions.’
No matter how the world turns upside down, as long as Arica’s news does not report it, it ans no news today, keep drinking in the bars.
In the Elvis Bar in Washington D.C., Mr.
Benny, the vice president of Xinshi Group, is drinking with his friends.
They talked about the curvy-bottod female secretary of a certain congressman on Capitol Hill, all betting how many seconds that congressman could last.
Just as they were about to call that curvy-bottod lady to confirm, Benny noticed a familiar figure walking towards him, about to reach him.
Benny thought about running away, but considering the setting, he just picked up his glass and bowed his head, intending to blend in by drinking.
This person, he doesn’t quite like.
But Geweil is only slow-witted, not slow-eyed.
“Ha, Benny, didn’t expect to see you here!”
Being a social prince, Benny has a special talent for networking and advising big company CEOs, which is befriending people.
Although he never liked Geweil much, clearly, Mr.
Governor’s brother has taken Benny as his friend.
“Ha, Will, so glad to see you.”
Benny put down his glass, his face lit with surprise, and started introducing Geweil to his friends.
“This is Geweil, my good friend in California, a great guy!”
In such a scenario, he couldn’t stress to others that this was Niusen’s brother, but actually, highlighting or not made little difference, after all, Geweil wasn’t just anybody.
Being praised by Benny like this indicates his exceptional qualities, and anyone who cares to dig a little would understand Geweil’s status.
“Heard you switched from Disney, where are you working now?”
Geweil didn’t hesitate and took a seat in the booth with Benny.
He had the audacity.
Yes, he might be treated like a fool in front of big shots like Daqi, Temir, and Wolf, but this brother of the Governor, thanks to family connections, is practically a celestial being in Arica.
How elite?
For example, if Geweil wanted to go to Lolita Island, the organizers would probably roll out the red carpet—this analogy is quite Hell-ish, but that’s how Arica’s demons really are.
“New Era, working for Miss Temir.
The California Senate has stuck our New Era bill, Will, your brother is indeed incorruptible.”
Benny, not privy to so core aspects of New Era, uttered an inappropriate remark.
A remark Geweil would find inappropriate.
“You know, I don’t understand legislative stuff, but if you want your New Era application to pass, uh….
who are these guys?”
Benny’s smile stiffened a bit, but he quickly recovered, steering the conversation with a smile.
“These are my friends, you’re in Washington and want to do sothing, let’s talk, maybe we can help you out.”
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