136: Ask for compensation, Lucy, are you going to vote?

Chapter 136: Demanding Payment, Lucy, Are You Joining?

Currently, there are only about eight or nine countries in the world with the independent capability to launch satellites.

Not to mention ballistic missile technology; how many countries can light up this tech tree? You could probably count them on one hand.

And Persia, which had repeatedly failed launches before, seemed to have received a blessing from 'God' this past month, suddenly understanding and developing ballistic missile technology, announcing its successful test launch.

This absurd research and development speed, anyone with eyes could see it wasn't normal.

Can such absurd things grow in their desert?

Who else could it be? Who else in the world would give them this technology?

However, facing accusations from the representative of Eagle Country, we naturally denied it: “I hope certain representatives will clarify their statements. We have always wished for peace in the Middle East and do not want to see the situation escalate.”

“I advocate for strict adherence to the Israel two-state solution of the last century to bring this conflict to a swift end.”

Since Eagle Country wanted to talk about selling weapons to Persia and Saudi Arabia, we naturally had to seize on the 'Israel solution' as a pain point.

Could Eagle Country really take a can of 'laundry detergent' and claim that 'bioweapons' were hidden here?

Thus, both sides engaged in a war of words.

(Most detailed descriptions had to be cut, otherwise, I'd probably be in the small black room again, apologies. Scratching my head.)

On the other side.

The procession that started from Livermore also added fuel to the tense global situation.

Although many news outlets in Eagle Country had noticed this seemingly unusual 'propaganda demonstration' when these hundreds of people arrived in 'Dublin,' their first city.

However, not a single media outlet dared to send reporters to cover it.

Whether print or news media, this massive upheaval seemed to be suppressed, unable to stir up any waves in the public sphere.

After all, unlike previous demonstrations for 'equal rights' or 'animal protection,' the theme of this movement was: 'Capital and common people are all equal.'

Every demand within it was chilling!

The most basic one: strictly supervise the collusion between capital and officials, establish a supervisory committee, and prevent financial corruption.

This offended the entire military-industrial, pharmaceutical, and even financial capital elite forces of Eagle Country.

Not to mention this one: 'Make Capitalist and ordinary people pay equal taxes.'

This was a direct attack on all Capitalist, a dangerous ideological slide that no one dared to touch. Who was tired of living to report on it?

Even if a reporter dared to interview, it would never be reported. The entire propaganda media of Eagle Country was merely a 'toy' controlled by Capitalist.

Occasionally, a few reports published by authoritative San Francisco media would prominently feature a few lines.

“The 'criminals' from Livermore are approaching sacred San Francisco.”

“The 'thugs' born in Livermore are spreading their flawed theories in 'Dublin'.”

[...]

The next day, early morning.

At LLNL Laboratory, it was another busy workday, with an endless stream of employees coming and going in the main experimental building.

Lu Ze came to the familiar sofa with two cups of coffee: “Lucy, here’s your mocha.”

“What’s wrong? What are you thinking about?”

He looked at the somewhat distracted Lucy and asked curiously.

After all, she didn’t look like she hadn't woken up or was hungry; instead, she was holding her chin with both hands, lost in her own little world.

Lucy propped her exquisite chin with both hands, her pretty face lifting: “I’m thinking about a very troubling problem.”

“Problem?? You can still be troubled by a problem?”

Lu Ze’s voice suddenly rose three points.

What kind of trouble could possibly bother the usually 'carefree' and optimistic Lucy?

This made Lu Ze's curiosity surge, and he plopped down beside her.

He leaned closer and quietly asked: “Quick, tell me secretly, what’s the problem?”

“Didn’t you hear about what happened in Livermore a couple of days ago?” Lucy’s bright eyes looked at him.

She didn't show any rejection towards this intimate gesture; even the people in the laboratory were already used to it.

“Something from a couple of days ago?? I’m not quite sure…”

Lu Ze frowned, feigning confusion.

Even if he knew the situation like the back of his hand, he absolutely couldn't say 'clear' or 'understood' about this matter now.

Lucy began to briefly explain: “It was a large group of several hundred people marching towards San Francisco… the 'Capitalist and common people taxation issue'…”

For Livermore, with a population of only a few tens of thousands, mobilizing hundreds of people for a protest was already a 'groundbreaking' event.

If over one percent of the city's population responded, and this scale were expanded to the entire Eagle Country, wouldn't millions or even tens of millions of people respond to this protest?

“So what were you just thinking about?” Lu Ze asked with interest: “Will the authorities use any means to 'contain' this protest?”

No one knew the situation of this event better than him, but now he was more curious about Lucy's opinion on 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 movement.

Then the Capitalist would not be far from the fate of Louis XVI; they would be completely 'headless'!

However.

“I find this very interesting…”

“If possible, I hope this protest gets bigger, with more people participating, truly making everyone clearly understand what problems Eagle Country actually has.” Lucy whispered into his ear.

She also felt her words were somewhat 'treasonous' and didn't dare let others hear them.

“Your answer… is somewhat beyond my expectation.”

Lu Ze was a little surprised.

If any ordinary staff member at LLNL Laboratory had said that, he wouldn't have been surprised.

But Lucy was different; as the daughter of Eagle Country's top elite class, as a 'beneficiary,' to say such a thing was truly too bold.

Upon hearing this.

The usually cheerful Lucy's face was now devoid of a smile: “Because I know the 'dark side' of this country better than you.”

“The people on Capitol Hill are all stock gods; their investment returns far exceed Buffett’s.”

“Here, the 'freedom' of ordinary people comes with interest they can never repay… A country so rotten, it’s better if it perishes.”

As a descendant of high-ranking officials and nobles, she had clearly seen through the true 'dark side' deeply ingrained in Eagle Country since childhood.

Who could imagine that in America, lauded as a free market, a group of congressmen with insider information could freely control stock trading to earn high profits? This was simply too 'free.'

And who could imagine the 'Clinton' family, a political dynasty, represented an ideological decline that ordinary people couldn't even mention.

When faced with irrefutable accusations, they could make all opposing witnesses 'commit suicide' until all witnesses appearing in court were dead, forcibly declaring themselves innocent.

As for 'Lolita Island,' here it was merely the most ordinary and unremarkable thing.

After saying this.

Lucy returned to her innocent and lively self, continuing: “I’m hungry, what are we having for lunch??”

This sentence made Lu Ze look at Lucy seriously from top to bottom, once again realizing the true nature of this seemingly 'innocent' girl.

Lucy, I find your thinking a bit 'red'! Are you perhaps also going to join the communists?

Although he didn't know Lucy's true identity, her ability to 'point out the pros and cons' of this matter and show deep sympathy for ordinary people was already quite remarkable.

However, it was understandable that someone with Lucy's kind nature would dislike the elite class.

Lu Ze even felt that this was, in fact, quite normal.

After all, many famous revolutionary pioneers in world history came from prominent backgrounds. For example, Castro, a descendant of a plantation owner, whose first target of criticism was his own father.

“Today I’ll make your favorite sweet and sour carp…” Lu Ze patted her head, praising her.

People are always selfish; those who can go against their own class interests are extremely rare in human society.

Looking at Lucy, happily eating desserts and snacks beside him, it was clear that the usually optimistic girl had long forgotten the heavy topic deep in her heart.

At this moment.

Lu Ze, who was typing on the keyboard, working on the last paper to get promoted to a C-level employee, his thoughts drifted to another matter.

‘No matter how grand the ‘Pressure Resistance Movement’ is, it’s always just talk on paper.’ He thought to himself.

Lu Ze was also unsure how far the protest organized by Parker and Buller could go.

But the only thing he was certain of was that any force without armed resistance should not expect to gain much say.

Can you expect to gain something on the battlefield through mere words?

However… engaging in any armed resistance in the current Eagle Country was completely suicidal.

Unless, an alternative path could be found… to plunge Eagle Country into a long-term decline.

Thinking of this, Lu Ze immediately had an idea. Since Buller and Parker were acting so quickly, he also needed to do some preparatory work for them.

“It seems I need to contact Da Xia…”

“I sent them technology before; it’s time to demand payment.”

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