Bearing Fortune
The rebel groups that acted as the unwitting victims were quite diverse, with some members being sons or grandsons of figures like Silva.
Just like the twilight storm that Scarlet Alliance State in the past, the Aomeijia Alliance is also rife with this crisis.
However, the Aomeijia Alliance did not implement reforms, after all, the Grand Council Speaker Badun was the oldest person, and the circumstances were different, making it difficult to imitate reforms.
There were no Twilight Years Mansion built to house the many elderly Sequence Holder, and these elderly Sequence Holder who hold power have not withdrawn from the workforce, making it difficult to reconcile their conflicts with the younger generation.
Zhang Xuezhou was initially troubled by these "spy birds" that accurately launched rocket artillery, but he quickly resolved the problem.
Ren Anran received a message on his communicator that Ren Yisheng and others had led a large group of Sequence Holder to assist them.
The arrival time of Ren Yisheng and others differed from the time Zhang Xuezhou regained consciousness by several hours. This was due to the increasingly poor communication network conditions of the Aomeijia Alliance, and also because landing on the Airbus was still difficult. They could only use parachutes to land nearby, and it took time to reunite with the team and find enough transportation.
"Let's begin building our new parliament today!"
Many who escaped the bombing were safely evacuated, and Ren Anran also captured a few traitors along the way.
These traitors were not difficult to catch. Ren Anran didn't even need to use the Dragon Elephant Combat Technique to lure them; she could accurately judge their identities as soon as they opened their mouths to speak.
The moles weren't very old; they were young geniuses under the command of Chief of the Guard, Pozier.
These people would be considered members of the Western Capital City Special Task Force within the Scarlet Alliance State.
It's not surprising that small fry can ruin big things. These people are easily manipulated due to their lack of intelligence. During Scarlet Alliance State, there were also instances of special task forces using rocket launchers without authorization, resulting in the deaths of some alliance committee members.
Many potential problems are either being addressed or have already been resolved, and Zhang Xuezhou directly pushed for Grian to take over.
The Aomeijia Alliance Parliament Center was bombed, and everyone was now sitting at a long table that had been pieced together. Grian sat at the head of the table with a nervous expression.
"The country's name is 'New Aomeijia Alliance '!"
Although Grean was in charge, Zhang Xuezhou's request from the side still prompted Grean to take notes.
His gaze kept drifting to a flag in Zhang Xuezhou's hand.
Grean took notes with a pen and occasionally echoed Zhang Xuezhou, while Zhang Xuezhou took a gold-powder pen and, when he wrote, not only marked the name of the Aomeijia Alliance ' but also Grean's name, and required Grean to put his blood seal on it like an ancient contract.
Other members of parliament also signed their names, and then similarly had to leave their fingerprints with dye.
After going around in circles, the large flag was covered with a dense array of fingerprints.
"Everyone is very cooperative. Now it's time for Grean to give his televised address. Let's try to get it right in one take!"
The room was equipped with recording equipment. All that was needed was to record everything, then control the radio center to send it repeatedly, and have local authorities play it in coordination. This televised speech, the "Declaration of the Grand Council Speaker," would then be disseminated far and wide.
Although the test is only being conducted in the Aomeijia Alliance, the basic conditions of the countries must be met.
The chaotic war in the Aomeijia Alliance will come to an end with the capture of the commander, and the televised address will aim to restore social order as much as possible.
Listening to Grian reciting his speech with great enthusiasm, spouting empty words that made many councilors frown, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but focus the camera more on Grian's face.
This is the Alliance States that young people dream of, and also an ideal utopian fantasy.
For example, a system of equal distribution of social wealth would be implemented, with strict limits on the upper limit of wealth owned by large Lineage. Any excess wealth would belong to the state, and poor people without wealth would be directly given assets. Each person could obtain the purchasing power of 30,000 yuan in the current currency and be directly given a certain amount of housing by the parliament.
For example, promoting Gene Sequence can break down information barriers and strive to make everyone Sequence Holder.
Furthermore, it facilitates the unimpeded direct circulation of goods nationwide, promotes universal university education, and enables every child to attend university and receive a proper education.
Slogans like these are found throughout Grean's manifesto.
The students' unrealistic dreams were directly contrary to the normal laws of social development, and many people looked at Zhang Xuezhou and others with disapproval, feeling that it was a joke for Grean to preside over the Grand Council.
Without any further supplementary measures, Grean can only dream of fulfilling these conditions; even draining all the blood from his body wouldn't satisfy them.
"Investigating Lineage wealth is taboo; how could he possibly set a wealth cap or threshold? Can such figures be published?"
"There's no planning yet, so where are all these properties coming from for people to live in!"
"Let alone real estate, the very definition of poverty is problematic. Will this money actually reach the hands of the poor?"
Where do we get so many universities to accommodate all the students?
"If universities are chosen based on proximity, these top universities in China might have to be disbanded. How will they select outstanding talent then?"
Grean spoke passionately at the parliamentary table, while many members of parliament whispered amongst themselves.
Even Montess frowned, feeling that Grian had spouted a bunch of unrealistic nonsense. This declaration was impossible to implement, and forcibly promoting it would only result in chaos.
He glanced at Montes Clark from time to time, then at Montes Bingo and other core members, only to see that many of them looked completely bewildered.
"Come on, everyone, clap your hands!"
Grean spoke at length for a full half hour, including explanations of the promotion and advancement of various systems.
Many people were speechless, feeling unable to even voice their support.
Only after Zhang Xuezhou spoke up to remind them and then clapped first did the sparse applause begin to ring out.
"Clap even louder!"
After being asked again, everyone began to clap and applaud loudly.
It's unclear how long the New Aomeijia Alliance can hold out, but everyone knows that if they don't cooperate, they won't be able to last much longer.
The life-or-death struggles among those in the Sequence Holder are extremely destructive; when injured, they are often subjected to having their flesh and bones chopped off and internal organs destroyed.
Many of them were previously on the verge of death, only managing to stay alive thanks to the sheer strength of their Sequence Holder' bodies. But it's unclear what medicine or methods Zhang Xuezhou and the others used, but these people are now sitting here with sallow complexions, and they have an extremely urgent need for further treatment.
Under such circumstances, no unreasonable national plan is a problem; they would support it wholeheartedly, even if they opposed it, at least to get through the immediate crisis of death before considering anything else.
The clapping eventually turned into a wave, transforming Grean's slightly hunched posture from nervousness to a confident, upright one.
"Is this thing really useful?"
The aura of destiny is not a medium of light, but rather exists like Spiritual Qi, yet it is difficult to observe.
Without practicing the art of luck, one cannot perceive the aura of fortune.
Zhang Xuezhou's eyes widened. He glanced at the swaying array flags behind him and sensed that wisps of fortune seemed to be surging in the shadows, constantly converging and drawing towards Grian.
Previously, Grean had no resemblance to an emperor. Now, a faint golden aura of fortune enveloped his head, and his face showed more wisdom and kindness of a person in a high position, even making people feel friendly.
This transformation was so direct, it was as if it had swiftly altered the very essence of Grian's being.
The person was still the same, but the feeling and impression that Grean gave to others had completely changed.