Chapter 136 Asking for Remuneration, Lucy, Are You Going to Vote?
There are currently only eight or nine countries in the world that have the ability to launch satellites independently.

Not to mention the ballistic missile technology, how many countries can light up this technology tree? I'm afraid you can count them on one hand.

Persia, which had repeatedly failed in its launches before, seemed to have received the blessing of "Allah" within this month. It immediately came up with ballistic missile technology and announced a successful test launch.

This outrageous R&D speed is abnormal, and anyone with a discerning eye can tell it's abnormal.

Can such outrageous things grow in their desert?

Who else could this be? Who else in the world could have this kind of technology?
However, in the face of accusations from the Eagle Sauce representatives, we naturally denied them outright: "Please ask some representatives to make it clear that we have always hoped for peace in the Middle East and do not want to see the situation escalate."

“I advocate strict adherence to the two-state solution for Palestine and Israel from the last century so that this dispute can be resolved as soon as possible.”

Since the Eagle Sauce wants to bring up the sale of weapons to Persia and Saudi Arabia, it is natural for this side to seize the pain point of the "Palestinian-Israeli plan".

Do you dare to hold a can of "washing powder" and say that there are "biological weapons" hidden here?
The two sides then started a verbal battle.

(I can only delete most of the detailed descriptions, otherwise I will probably end up in the dark room again. Please forgive me. I am scratching my head.)
the other side.

The march that began from the small town of Livermore also added fuel to the tense world situation.

Although many news media in the United States noticed this seemingly unusual "propaganda demonstration" as early as when these hundreds of people arrived in Dublin, the first stop.

However, no media outlet dared to send reporters to report and interview.

Whether it is print media or news media, this huge storm seems to be covered up and cannot cause any waves in the public opinion field.

After all, unlike the so-called "equal rights" movement, "animal protection" movement and other demonstrations in the past, the theme of this movement is: "Capital and civilians are equal in everything."

Every request in it is creepy!
The most common one: strictly supervise the collusion between capital and affairs officials, set up a supervisory committee, and prevent financial corruption.

This offends the entire American military, medical and even financial capital elites.

Not to mention this one: 'Let capitalists pay taxes equally with ordinary people.'

This is a direct attack on all capitalists. This is an ideological slide that cannot be touched at all. Who is tired of living and dares to report it?
Even if there are reporters who dare to interview, it is impossible for them to report it. The entire propaganda media of the United States is just a "toy" controlled by capitalists.

Occasionally, there would be reports released by a few authoritative media in San Francisco with a few of these items clearly written on them.

[The 'criminals' from Livermore are approaching the holy city of San Francisco. ]

[The 'thugs' born in Livermore are spreading their flawed theories in the city of 'Dublin'.]

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The next day, early morning.

At LLNL laboratory, today is another busy workday, with a constant stream of employees coming and going in the main laboratory building.

Lu Ze came to the familiar sofa with two cups of coffee: "Lucy, the mocha coffee you ordered."

"What's wrong? What are you thinking about?"

He looked at Lucy, who seemed a little absent-minded, and asked curiously.

After all, he doesn't look like he's half asleep or hungry. Instead, he's holding his chin with both hands, immersed in his own little world.

Lucy held her delicate chin with both hands and raised her pretty face: "I am thinking about a very distressing problem"

"Problem?? Can you still be troubled by problems?"

Lu Ze's voice suddenly became three points higher.

Lucy has always been a carefree optimist, so what else could possibly bother her?

This aroused Lu Ze's curiosity, and he sat down next to her.

He came closer and asked quietly: "Tell me quietly, what's the problem?"

"Haven't you heard about what happened in the small town two days ago?" Lucy looked at him with her bright eyes.

She had no objection to this very intimate behavior, and even the people in the laboratory had become accustomed to it.

"What happened two days ago?? I'm not sure."

Lu Ze frowned and pretended to be confused.

This kind of thing, even if he knows it clearly in his heart, he absolutely cannot say the word "clear" now.

Lucy began to briefly explain: "It was a group of several hundred people marching towards San Francisco. 'The issue of capitalists and civilians paying taxes'..."

For the small town of Livermore, which has a population of only tens of thousands, being able to mobilize hundreds of people to hold a protest is already a "groundbreaking" event.

More than 1 percent of the city's population responded. If the scale were expanded to the entire United States, wouldn't it be at least millions or even tens of millions of people who would respond to this protest?

"So what were you thinking about just now?" Lu Ze asked with interest, "What means will the higher-ups use to 'contain' this protest?"

No one knew the situation of this event better than him, and now he was actually more curious about what Lucy thought about it. Was she thinking about how to control this "protest team" and nip this momentum in the bud?

After all, a single spark can start a prairie fire once millions or tens of millions of people participate in this activity.

Then the capitalists will not be far from the same treatment as Louis XVI, which will be completely "headless"!

however.

“I think this is very interesting.”

"If possible, I hope this protest becomes bigger, with more people participating, so that everyone can clearly understand what is wrong with the Eagle Sauce." Lucy whispered in his ear.

She also felt that her remarks were somewhat "treasonous" and did not dare to let others hear them.

"Your answer... is somewhat beyond my expectations."

Lu Ze was a little surprised.

If any ordinary employee of LLNL laboratory said this, he would not be surprised.

But Lucy is different. She is the child of the top powerful class in the United States. It is too bold for her to say such things as a "vested interest".

Hear the words.

Lucy, who was always laughing, lost her smile at this moment: "Because I know the 'dark side' of this country better than you do."

"Everyone on Capitol Hill is a stock god, and their investment returns far exceed Buffett's."

"Here, the 'freedom' of ordinary people has interest that they can never repay. It would be better if this rotten country perished."

As a descendant of a high-ranking official, she has obviously seen through the "dark side" of the Eagle Sauce since she was a child.

Who would have imagined that in the United States, which is known as a free market, a group of congressmen who have access to inside information can buy and sell stocks at will to make huge profits? This is simply too "free".

Who could have imagined that the Clinton family, as a political family, had such an ideological decline that ordinary people could not even mention it.

When faced with an irrefutable accusation, the defendant can force all the other party's witnesses to "commit suicide" until all witnesses appearing in court are dead, thus forcing the defendant to be declared not guilty.

As for the 'Luoli Island', it is just an ordinary thing here and not worth mentioning.

After saying this.

Lucy regained her innocent look and continued, "I'm hungry, what are we going to eat for lunch?"

This sentence made Lu Ze look at Lucy seriously from top to bottom, and once again recognized this seemingly "innocent" girl.

Lucy, I find your thoughts are a little red! Are you also going to join the Communist Party?

Although he didn't know Lucy's true identity, it was remarkable that he could explain the pros and cons of the matter and express deep sympathy for ordinary people.

However, it is understandable that a kind-hearted person like Lucy hates this powerful class.

Even Lu Ze felt that this was quite normal.

After all, many famous revolutionary pioneers in world history came from extraordinary backgrounds. For example, Castro, as a descendant of a landowner, the first person he criticized was his own father.

"Today I'm going to make your favorite sweet and sour carp." Lu Ze touched her head and praised her.

People are always selfish, and those who can go against their own interests are extremely rare in the entire human society.

Looking at Lucy who was happily eating desserts and snacks, it was obvious that she, who was always optimistic, had long forgotten the heavy topic deep in her heart.

now.

Lu Ze was typing away on his keyboard, writing his last paper for promotion to C-level clerk, when his thoughts drifted to something else.

"No matter how grand the 'Anti-Pressure Operation' is, it is still just talk," he thought to himself.

Lu Ze was not sure how far the protest organized by Parker and Buller could go.

But the only thing he can be sure of is that any force without armed resistance should not expect to have much say.

Do you expect to get something you can't get on the battlefield with just a few words?
However, at present, any armed resistance by the Eagle Sauce is simply an act of seeking death.

Unless another way can be found to let the Eagle Sauce fall into the quagmire of long-term decline.

Thinking of this, Lu Ze suddenly had an idea. Since Buhler and Parker acted so quickly, he had to do some preparation for them.

"It seems like we should contact Daxia."

"I sent you the technology before, now it's time to ask for payment."

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