One month later.

【Earth】In a conference room.

Members of the parliament sat quietly on both sides of the conference table, as if waiting for something.

"Mr. Hong."

Albert's voice suddenly rang, breaking the tranquility of the conference room.

"Why haven't the Chairman of Congress come yet?"

Hong Qiming sat in his seat with his eyes looking at his nose and his nose looking at his heart.

Facing Albert's inquiry, the expression on his face did not change at all.

"The election meeting has not arrived yet, so the Chairman of Congress may have his own business."

The conference room fell into silence again.

A few minutes later.

Albert exhaled a long breath, stood up from the chair, and said in a straight Chinese language: "Mr. Hong, time is coming."

"Can the Chairman of Congress come?"

Hong Qiming slowly closed his eyes and successively concealed his anxiety and anxiety.

"Why do you ask that?"

He tried his best to maintain his original expression and asked in a steady tone.

Albert didn't say anything, just stared at Hong Qiming's face, trying to see some information from the expression on his face.

Obviously, he failed.

Albert kicked away his chair with some annoyance.

"Mr. Albert!"

"Pay attention to order!"

"This is the council, not your office!"

Hong Qiming raised his eyebrows, opened his eyes suddenly, and stared at Albert in front of him with a bright look.

Albert paused.

"Mr. Hong, I remember, we should be in a rank-level relationship, right?"

"Did you make yourself the second chairman of parliament so quickly?"

Faced with Albert's trouble, Hong Qiming's expression became calmer: "Mr. Albert, please pay attention to your words."

"I just kindly reminded me not to avoid the time when the Councillor came, and everyone was not good at making a fuss."

Albert's expression froze.

He turned his head and looked at the seat directly in front of him with a gloomy expression.

The Chairman of Congress…

Since the People's League was established, the old man has been pressing tightly on his head.

No, to be precise, it was before the establishment of the People's Federation.

Thinking of this, Albert's eyes flashed with an irritability.

The meeting room returned to peace again.

A trace of worry flashed in Hong Qiming's eyes.

In his mind, the memories of yesterday emerged again.

...

Yesterday.

The Office of the President of Congress.

In the huge medical cabin, the Chairman of the Councilor's eyes closed slightly.

At this time, he was in a deep sleep state.

This can ensure the physical functions of the president as much as possible while the normal operation of cells and immortal enzymes.

Elongated catheters connect the blood vessels of the President.

Inside the catheter are countless silver-white nanorobots.

These nanorobots work hard in the body of the President.

This scenario has lasted for a whole month.

"Professor, will the President of Congress wake up tomorrow?"

Hong Qiming's eyes were full of worries and asked Lu Yongchang beside him in a low voice.

Lu Yongchang looked at the indicators displayed in the medical cabin, hesitated for a moment, and slowly shook his head.

"I have no idea."

"You also know that the body of the President of the Council is already at the point where the oil is exhausted."

“The immortal enzymes can not work by injecting them.”

"At least, it takes a time to synthesize and repair telomeres."

"What's more, we also need to use nanorobots to clean up various impurities in the body of President Mongol."

Hong Qiming sighed slightly.

"But tomorrow is the election conference."

...

Inside Lu Yongchang's office.

"Chairman, are you really not going to get over?"

Lu Yongchang looked at the old man sitting in front of him on a chair, closing his eyes to rest, and asked in a low voice.

Compared with a month ago, the old man's spirit is obviously much better.

The old man glanced at the scene in the holographic image and whispered: "It's not the time."

"This is a rare opportunity to exercise."

Lu Yongchang shook his head with a wry smile.

OK, the emperor is not in a hurry to the eunuch.

He should keep watching the show honestly.

...

Albert glanced at the holographic image.

The time is just right.

"Mr. Hong, the time for the election meeting has come."

Albert looked at Hong Qiming in gloomy eyes: "Why hasn't the Chairman of Congress come yet?"

Hong Qiming took a deep breath.

A bad feeling flashed through his heart.

No...failed, right?

He turned his head to look at the holographic projection.

The rhythm of the second hand beating seemed to touch his heart.

"Mr. Hong Qiming!"

Albert, who received no response, stood up from his chair again.

"I haven't seen the Chairman of Congress in the past month."

"According to the information I know, it seems that you are doing your work for the President of Congress this month."

"I have reason to doubt the physical condition of the President!"

As the words fell, the conference room was in an uproar.

Most of the MPs stared at their eyes.

A series of uneasy and surprised eyes were mixed with them, and they turned to Hong Qiming.

Some of the members of the parliament did not show surprise at the news.

Obviously, they also guessed the corresponding situation through their own channels to a greater or lesser extent.

Facing the eyes of the Representatives, Hong Qiming still sat steadily on the chair.
To be continued...