054. Colonialist's Nightmare
He spoke with righteous indignation, even shedding a couple of tears himself.
At this moment, in the eyes of the people, as he was about to be taken away in a police car, wouldn't he appear as a hero who had sacrificed himself gloriously?
However, in the next moment, he saw a Frost-Plated man in casual clothes, his face smeared with soot, step onto the podium and politely say to everyone:
"Hello everyone, I'm Barnam Ziegler, an employee of GTB."
"As a man of the Frost-Plated Republic, I feel it's my duty to explain some realities about my beautiful homeland."
"First, I don't live in a large villa. Even in the Frost-Plated countryside, most people live in single-story houses or hive apartments."
"Second, a dishwashing job pays about 3,000 Derbies a month, but now it's even less because restaurants use dishwashers."
"Third, out of more than two thousand students in my class, there were only forty men on campus, and thirty-eight of them were the sons of parliamentarians and bankers."
"Fourth, the Frost-Plated Republic exports expensive oil to the colonies because it has over 700 nuclear power plants. Our cars, planes, and even some tanks run on electricity, and our mobile armor is nuclear-powered. Selling you oil is partly to pollute your environment and control your birth rate so it doesn't get too high, and partly to sell you air purification equipment."
"Fifth."
Barnam paused, looking at the furious Chen Muci, and said with some confusion:
"Frost-Plated women generally despise transgender people."
Just as Chen Muci was about to curse, the Bermudes soldiers burst into laughter and stuffed him into the police car.
"This is gender discrimination!" Chen Muci shouted. "I'm a woman! You can't lay a hand on me. I want to seek asylum at the Frost-Plated embassy. I'm not going with you."
"Don't worry, we'll take you to meet some Frost-Plated people right away."
"——Really?" Chen Muci, seeing that the expression didn't seem like a lie, hesitated: "You're really going to take me?"
"Yes, we'll take you to see the most authentic Frost-Plated people." A Bermudes soldier grinned. "A famous Frost-Plated personality, even."
A few minutes later, when Chen Muci was dragged out of the car and faced the 'famous Frost-Plated personality,' he fell silent.
"Yo, good evening, ma'am." Li Aozi crossed his legs and chuckled, looking at him: "Aren't you colonialists the ones who love foreigners the most? So, how do you like my volunteer work?"
Chen Muci's eyes widened.
"Li Aozi, you traitor of a great nation! A rebel who doesn't know how good you have it!"
—This thought passed through his mind, but when it reached his mouth, it turned into instinctive flattery and fawning:
"Oh, beautiful sir, of course I like you. You are the embodiment of Venus, Aphrodite, and Apollo, the sum of all that is beautiful in the world. Everything about the Frost-Plated Republic is wonderful, especially producing a hero like you. It must be due to my ancestors' virtues that I have the chance to meet you in person."
Chen Muci was just an ordinary person. Faced with Li Aozi's immense charisma and power, he didn't dare to act arrogantly and immediately revealed his sycophantic nature.
"Hero?" Li Aozi tilted his head: "So I'm a woman now—Should I have someone draw a 'feminized Li Aozi' for you to enjoy? Hmm, you probably don't have that function."
"No problem, no problem. I can do it; I can do anything as long as it makes you happy."
Chen Muci nodded and bowed, apologizing profusely.
His behavior insulted not only women but also men and even transgender people. The Bermudes soldiers around him, regardless of gender, were deeply disgusted.
"Don't say it like that. I'm not a bad person." Li Aozi shrugged. "Who's funding your Colonialists? Law III?"
"No, it's Law IV." Chen Muci said, trembling. "The Colonialists haven't done anything wrong. We've only spread the atrocities, terrorist attacks, murders, and gender discrimination committed by Bermudes to the outside world."
Li Aozi glanced at the Bermudes soldiers present. There were both men and women, and since most of the men had gone on patrol or to suppress the enemy, there were actually more female soldiers present.
"Have you ever been to the Frost-Plated Republic?"
"That's the homeland I've never seen."
"How much money did you earn from Law IV?"
"A full two thousand Derbies. Honestly, we deserved it. Although our bloodline is Grantian, our next generation will surely become noble Frost-Plated citizens. Our evil skin color will be changed, thoroughly renewed from head to toe."
"Did it ever occur to you what would happen to the Grantians in the Frost-Plated Republic?"
Li Aozi was surprised:
"The Frost-Plated people don't care if you're Bermudes or loyal to the Grand Duke. When they hear your propaganda, they'll only think that Grantians are evil and weak."
"How can you say that? Being bullied by the Frost-Plated people is an honor." Chen Muci retorted: "The Frost-Plated Republic is an advanced civilization. Whatever they do, they have their reasons. If the Grantians, as the weaker side, are bullied, it must be their fault. The Frost-Plated people are never wrong; it's the Grantians who should reflect."
"Pfft—"
Li Aozi couldn't hold it in.
As a professional broadcaster, he prided himself on managing his expressions well, but now he couldn't help it. He stepped on the coffee table, one hand clutching his stomach, the other pointing at the man kneeling on the ground defending the Frost-Plated Republic, tears nearly streaming from his laughter.
"Ahahaha—You're really something. I have to say, Law IV has a good eye for talent; you were born to be an outstanding rarity."
Li Aozi was truly humbled.
He originally thought it wasn't appropriate for him to represent the Frost-Plated people, having been persecuted to death by them in his previous life and then decisively emigrating to the Red Arrow Empire. But he didn't expect Chen Muci, who hadn't even gotten a green card, to so eagerly defend the Frost-Plated Republic.
"He's already in love with the Frost-Plated Republic, so what can you do?" Sisron said helplessly. "The Colonialists are all madmen. They believe the Frost-Plated people will come to save them. But they have many members domestically. If we don't deal with them, they'll drag us down with public opinion."
"Heh, terrorists." Chen Muci didn't dare to speak harshly to Li Aozi but sneered at his compatriots with an odd tone: "The long-standing heritage of Grant, the Surut Palace that has survived since the old era, was barbarically demolished by you. You've committed crimes against humanity."
"It was stepped on by Grand Duke Gamos." Li Aozi reminded him.
"Well done, Gamos! Such remnants of feudalism are shackles that poison the souls and imprison the minds of the people!"
This Ochumelov-like change in attitude completely shattered the worldviews of everyone present. They couldn't believe that Chen Muci would forsake his dignity just to flatter the Frost-Plated people.
"Well, you haven't really committed any crimes." Li Aozi had Barnam hand over a stack of contracts to Chen Muci: "Make a public appearance, announcing that the Colonialists recognize the Republican government."
"Mr. Li Aozi, I have principles."
"This is a temporary employment contract with GTB. You can use it to buy a plane ticket to the Frost-Plated Republic."
Barnam explained:
"The Frost-Plated green card only requires seven years of work, with an employment relationship and a fixed residence. Once in the Frost-Plated Republic, you just need to fill out a form at the Immigration Office, and they'll assign you to a new city."
"What a joke, whether by legal precedent or in fact, the Republic of Grant is, of course, the legitimate government."