I've Heard a Joke

In the bright room, Preton was lying on the bed and watching the brand-new TV. He had to sigh that Federal was indeed the most suitable country for people to live in the world.

This is a multi-ethnic country. You can see any race on the street that you think actually exists in this world. People will not let anyone breathe because of their different skin color.

This is just a friendly little joke. After all, this is a free country, a fair and just country, so that kind of thing will not happen.

He once settled in Gefra. The situation in Gefra is much worse than here. The arrogance of the Gefra people makes them look down on all races except Gefra people.

They will give all kinds of unpleasant nicknames to the non-Gefra people they see. If you take it seriously and get angry, they will look at you with arrogant eyes and ask you in an angry tone. Can't you tell that this is a joke?

If you continue to get angry, they'll attack you as "an inferior breed of uncultured inferior race who will never understand the humor of superior people" until you either break down with their words or punch them in the face and be sent to jail.

Assuming you withstand their cynicism, they will then use the "nickname + first name" method to call you, and finally directly become a "nickname", and it is also an unpleasant nickname.

But here, there is no discrimination, everyone is equal, and you can raise your middle finger to those well-dressed gentlemen and ladies without any consequences. You can also stand at the door when your neighbors come home in the evening and curse the governor or the president to build a relationship. You don't need to worry about Military Police appearing in front of you and hanging you in the square.

Developed technology, a more inclusive society, and as long as you have enough money in your pocket, this place is simply paradise.

Preton thinks he should go to the countryside sometime. The document management system in the countryside is very loose, and there is no supervisory agency that will keep an eye on that place in the countryside.

He can easily use certain means to insert his birth certificate into the files of a certain town and make himself a Federal citizen.

The money in his secret account is enough for him to spend a lifetime here, and it's time to say goodbye to the past.

He picked up the hot dog and took a bite. The fragrant cheese and various sauces wrapped around the hot dog sausage made him want to take another bite.

Some news related to Nagaril is being broadcast on TV. The news says that through the efforts of the President, Nagaril Joint Development Company has recruited a construction team of about 35,000 people from the society, and is heading to Nagaril in batches to help Nagaril People people get rid of poverty and hunger.

And Mr. President promised that they will open up more international trade channels and establish the possibility of mutual business with more countries, so that Federal products can be sold all over the world! People on the TV cheered and danced, as if Federal's economic problems were solved overnight, and the president's personal support rate continued to rise.

Preton looked a little envious. In his eyes, the people of Federal and Federal were contradictory. They were very sad - the vast majority of people actually spent their entire lives serving the capitalists and helping the capitalists to exploit and oppress themselves.

From the moment they are born, the fate of almost ninety-nine percent of them has been established and will not change.

But they are very happy, because in this country, sensitive things such as identity and class are not as clear-cut as Gefra.

What class of people can enjoy what class of treatment? Commoners can never enter the occasions or facilities that only nobles can enter. They are not even allowed to use various daily necessities with symbols and patterns with special meanings, because they are exclusive to nobles.

But look here, as long as people have money in their pockets, they can go to the places where most rich people and politicians go. As long as they can afford it, they can enjoy everything that the small group of people at the top can enjoy.

Contradictory, but also enviable.

There were light footsteps outside the door. Preton put the hot dog in his hand on the bedside table beside the bed. He quickly inserted one hand under the pillow of the bed next to him and held a pistol.

In Federal, as long as he has money, he can buy anything, including a pistol with the serial number wiped off.

The cold and heavy touch gave him a sense of security, and then the door opened.

The young girl came in wearing simple clothes. She was holding a paper bag in her hand. She placed the paper bag beside the bed and started to change clothes.

She did not avoid the man on the bed. She didn't even close the window completely. She took off her coat and put on a tube top, then a more conservative women's shirt. She was going to work soon, and her job in the supermarket required her to dress conservatively..

Since Preton moved in with her, her life has gradually returned to normal.

For some reason she didn't know, her stepfather backed down in front of Preton and gave in. Then Preton rented a nice house with her nearby to live in. She escaped from the shadows of the past and started a new life.

During this period, the boys came to her once, but were driven away by Preton. Then she took Preton to find a dealer specializing in contraband on this street, and got a pistol and some bullets from him, which were used to protect themselves.

And she has now found a job, working in a supermarket.

The seven-hour working hours from 1:30 pm to 7:30 pm every day means that the salary of this job is not very high, but it is enough for her.

Being able to get back on the right track in life is already the greatest gift given to her by God, and she no longer asks for anything more.

"There is some food in the bag. I may be late in coming back tonight. We have to check the shelves today and everyone needs help." The girl explained a little to Preton.

During the economic downturn, there are some "obligatory" labors that employees are not forced to participate in. This is the freedom of Federal people, but dismissal and layoffs are also the freedom of the company.

So whenever the supermarket needs to do something, everyone will consciously take the initiative to help, and they don't ask for any overtime pay.

Preton nodded. After the girl packed up the clothes she had changed, she walked to the bed, bent down, and kissed him on the forehead.

At first Preton was not used to girls using this gesture to express intimacy, because in Gefra, kissing the forehead is a blessing given by grandmothers, Godfather, and Family Head to family members.

It is more like a symbol that reflects the status of each other between the dominant and the dominated. Preton feels that he is not a dominated person, but now he is gradually getting used to it.

After his young girlfriend left, he turned his attention to TV again. Federal's TV and rich channels are really a damn good thing. Even someone like Preton feels that he can lie down on the bed or Living Room's sofa forever, as long as there is a TV and a phone.

"In a decadent country, people have lost the spirit of struggle and will only settle for enjoying the status quo!" Preton satirized the value of television, then changed the channel and started a happy journey of shitting and pissing.

After watching for more than an hour, his body's metabolic function told him that he needed to deal with the excrement. When he got up, he subconsciously looked towards the window, and then was slightly startled.

Parked across the road was a black Business Travel Car with dark glass.

Mr. Preton had heard this joke before coming to Federal - "At Federal you can very intuitively identify the identities of 'police', 'Federal agents', 'Federal agents' and 'tax investigators', even if they hide their identities."

He always regarded this sentence as a joke. It wasn't until he started to truly integrate into the life here that he realized that it was not a joke.

The police will always pinch your waist and talk to you, because they will habitually press their hands on the holster and handle of their guns during work. This habit will be carried into life, whether at work or off duty.

Federal agents will always wear dark formal clothes, almost all of the same brand and style. They will behave very "reserved", but in fact it is a special kind of "arrogance". They will feel that they are superior to others, and this feeling is cultivated in their work.

As for agents, they will try to avoid direct contact with you. They always have a set of careful plans. Sometimes these careful plans are too rigid, which makes them easily exposed.

As for the investigators of Revenue Service..., if they knock on the door and you choose to remain silent, they will first intimidate you in various ways, then smash the door and windows, and finally tell you that they will take coercive measures if you don't open the door.

See, these guys are easy to spot.

As for the car on the other side of the road, it was almost impossible to guess that it was the car of agent Federal, because according to Federal's laws, non-government special vehicles are not allowed to use dark-colored glass, nor are they allowed to have any reflective accessories.

This is done to protect police officers who can clearly and intuitively see what the people in the car are doing when performing official duties, whether they are holding weapons, and whether they have raised their weapons.

So when a Business Travel Car with dark glass stopped on the road, it only took a tenth of a second for Preton to know that it might be aimed at him.

He was silent for a moment, then he fished it out on the bed, took the gun in his hand, went to the toilet to pee, and then walked out of the door in a big way, pointing at Business Travel Car across the road.

In an instant, some agents appeared behind the surrounding grass, in the bushes, and in the attic of the house opposite. They held various weapons in their hands and pointed them at Preton. As long as he made the slightest movement, these people would shoot.