It was another early morning, in a room where the sunlight was squeezed out by the solar equipment on the upper floor to a low temperature. In front of the seats at the door, a row of people in formal attire sat.
These people are both male and female, with different ages and skin colors. Although they are all in formal attire, many differences can be seen in some details.
Some use pure gold tie clips and lapel pins to highlight their worth, some choose chemical fiber-free fabrics, and some people deliberately wear men’s styles or women’s styles. Although at a glance, they are all social elites, but pay close attention At first glance, they were all monsters and monsters.
As time passed, names came out one by one from the room in front. The person whose name was called immediately stood up, and at the same time, people who had entered before slowly walked out.
Although the rotation can be completed every tens of seconds, the number of people waiting in front of the bench has no intention of decreasing. On the contrary, as time goes by, the number of people waiting is increasing.
"George, is Mr. George Augustus here?"
"I'm here." A middle-aged man with short to medium-length light brown hair, a face that looked like he was in his early forties, a mustache, and no visible prosthetics on his body stood up from his seat.
He was wearing a decent suit, and everything seemed quite ordinary, except for the tie with a scale and a skull printed on it that was a little eye-catching.
He tightened his tie, walked into the room with a gentle smile, and was led to a desk by the staff member who just called his name.
As the man on the seat stood up and left, before he could sit down, the staff member stretched out his hand and said:
"Application report."
"Here." George Augustus took out a USB flash drive and handed it to the other party. The staff skillfully inserted it into the interface on the side. As the scanning program started, a red light was emitted from the device in front of her. George Augustus glanced back and forth until the green light came on, indicating that his qualifications were correct, and then he turned his attention to the content displayed on the screen.
Just at the moment when his eyes and words met, his pupils trembled obviously, and then he frowned, raised his head and looked at George and said:
"Mr. Augustus, are you sure you want to use this as your campaign slogan?"
"Of course." George Augustus nodded calmly, and the staff member said nothing more. He just filed and stamped it, entered it into the review procedure, and then said:
"Okay, this is your unlimited account. Now you can use this account to publish election-related content on any public platform. Of course, all this will only take effect during the election. If you have any violations and you If you don't get elected, you will be held accountable after the election."
"I understand." George Augustus took the USB flash drive, turned around and left the office. Although he was a little dissatisfied with still using this office model in 2077, just think about the institutions on the earth that use equipment decades ago. It’s not that I can’t understand it.
After all, being ancient itself means that it has passed the test of time.
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The mayor of Asgray City is determined through popular elections, but this position itself does not have much power. Just like Prime Minister Victoria, even if she comes to power, she is at the mercy of the entire civil service system most of the time. In a cyberpunk city, the so-called mayoral election is also a business.
As long as you have an "identity" in this city, anyone is eligible to apply to run for election, and as long as the election is not over, you can still register even if it is the day before voting.
Candidates need to register their campaign slogans first, and then send them to the notary system for archiving and notarization. After that, they can use their real-name accounts to publish their campaign speeches in various media. Of course, they can also publish other things. .
It is worth mentioning that as long as you participate in the election, this account has the highest right to freedom of speech before the voting period. No matter what is posted, it will not be restricted, blocked, controlled or blocked.
Even a certain female mayor who was elected sixteen years ago was elected by posting a video of herself selling tea.
In a sense, this is not so much a campaign for mayor, but a national idol talent show with campaign attributes. The videos and remarks released by these candidates have even led to private revenge and assassination due to their remarks. , are all the highlights of this show.
Capital will not mind the participation of poor people or even gangsters, even if they are "harlequins" providing entertainment.
As for trolling major companies... Just kidding, it doesn't matter which company is not trolled, as long as it can make money, it doesn't matter if you troll every day!
As for Mr. George Augustus, as a candidate, his campaign slogan was——
"Reject false propaganda, fight against feudal superstition, boycott entertainment until death, and return to the pastoral era!"
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"Everyone, don't you think our world has gone astray? In order to sell cling film and visual aids, we can even create ghosts. In the future, if the bullets are unsaleable, will we actively start a war? Wake up. Come on! This world doesn’t need so much falsehood..."
"Boss, this gentleman is really not afraid of death. He dares to say such things to others!" Mobik Gang, the younger brother watched the campaign speech in the video and couldn't help but wipe the leaking engine oil. The boss rolled his eyes. road:
"Is there anything that can't be said? Did he name them? Think about it again, who are the people he scolded?"
"He scolded Constantine, Ziguang, Dole..."
"Idiot!" The boss hurriedly punched out, forcibly interrupting the younger brother's attempt to die, and then glared and said:
"When has he ever scolded these companies? What he is scolding is feudal superstition and false propaganda! Well, there are also anchors who entertain themselves to death and spectators who watch the excitement."
"Is there any difference?" The younger brother got up and whispered while rubbing his dented armor plate. The older brother sighed. Although he was too lazy to explain, he wanted to ensure that this fool would not talk nonsense and involve himself. After entering, he opened his mouth and said:
"If you think about it again, everyone he scolds is actually him!"
"That's right! The anchor who entertains himself to death, the ghost catcher who makes false propaganda, the one who sells fake goods..." The younger brother clapped his fingers and said speechlessly:
"This gentleman spends money to buy his identity just for the sake of quarreling with himself?"
"That's right! But this is such a quarrel, he's making money!" The boss silently calculated the money he made from following the trend investment recently, and couldn't help but sigh, but at the same time, he shook his head and said:
"The problem now is that this gentleman will definitely be assassinated. You go prepare some manpower. Maybe he will hire bodyguards later."
"Eh? Didn't you say that he was only scolding you? Why was he still being assassinated? You can't kill yourself, right?" The younger brother's mind didn't turn around, and the boss could only sigh:
"Even if he doesn't kill himself, those colleagues who follow suit don't know! Also, even if there is no conflict of interest, candidates will be assassinated for the sake of ratings, understand?!"
When I was browsing the comments, I suddenly discovered that a book friend used 50 seconds to cross a distance of 2,400 kilometers (at least), teleporting from northern Xinjiang to Guangdong... starting at a speed of 48,000 meters per second... a low-end somersault The cloud belongs to yes.
I have no other meaning in saying this, I just want to ask: Boss, do you want to accept a disciple?
