In the name of supernatural powers

Chapter 180 Commemoration Day of the Great Patriotic War Begins (Bonus Chapter for Mid-Autumn Festival, Please Vote)

"Xiao Yan, come here for a moment."

In the distance, Ding Shoujin waved, and Lin Zhiyan walked over with a dejected look on her face.

They were immediately grabbed and pulled away using spatial magic, disappearing from their original spot. The two reappeared in a garden dozens of meters away.

Ding Shoujin pinched Lin Zhiyan's ear and said with exasperation, "Why are you so stubborn? I told you to chase after men, not for them to chase after you."

Lin Zhiyan said indignantly, "Aunt Ding, didn't you see? This guy was looking at me like I was a thief."

Ding Shoujin said, "They're just putting on an act with you. Did they agree to make it real? You need to understand that you don't have the upper hand. So you must take the initiative and not wait for the best offer."

"Humph!"

Lin Zhiyan turned her head away unconvinced and said, "Where can he run to? I will never bow down to him. With his personality, he deserves to be single forever."

Ding Shoujin looked helpless.

This little princess has been pampered since childhood, and there's nothing she can't get, so it's understandable that she has a sense of pride.

But Lu Zhao's situation was different. Ding Shoujin could vaguely tell that Lu Zhao was probably a proponent of autocratic rule.

The autocratic system began thirty years before the Great Cataclysm. At that time, the Federation was at its peak, but various problems were already rampant. However, development had masked many of these issues.

At the time, some people suggested: "Officials should restrain their desires and not treat their official seals like jade seals, thinking that once a father becomes an official, he should pass it on to his son."

The fact that such words were spoken at that time shows how dire the situation was.

Nothing lasts forever. Corruption will occur, and someone will step forward to correct it, just like metabolism.

Until the Great Cataclysm, autocratic rule reached its peak, and now it subtly occupies half of the system.

The current chief of the Martial Virtue Hall is also 58 years old and has never married or had children, as is Tang Zishan, the commander of the Chishui Army Corps.

Ding Shoujin herself didn't have any, but she was very self-aware; she simply wanted to have fun, not to practice autocratic rule.

She said, "Since you put it that way, then don't ask me again."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyan immediately hugged her arm and acted coquettishly, saying, "I just don't want to be a simp, but I still need you to teach me, since I've never been in a relationship before."

"Hmm... if you do this more often, maybe you'll succeed."

Lin Zhiyan looked puzzled, then followed the other person's gaze and looked down at her chest. A wave of embarrassment and annoyance made her ears turn red instantly.

"Aunt Ding! Can't you be serious for once!"

"..."

Ding Shoujin's lips twitched.

Girl, we're talking about men, and you're telling me to be serious? Do you think this is kindergarten?
Young virgins are such a hassle; they just love pursuing vague and unrealistic romances.

Liking someone is an impulse, and an impulse is sex.

Her very EQ-wise reply was: "Little princess, love is about mutual attraction. Trust your feelings and use your charm to attract the other person."

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After leaving the Liu residence, the butler drove Lu Zhao to the Cangwu State-run Hotel.

Despite being called a hotel, it is actually a 530-meter-tall mega-building that towers into the clouds from afar, its shape barely concealed by smog.

By the standards of my previous life, this should be a seven-star luxury hotel.

This is a landmark building built during the Federation's most prosperous era, before the Great Cataclysm, called the Celestial Empire Building.

It is specifically used to receive distinguished guests from various states and to hold various economic summits.

After the cataclysm, the so-called international community disappeared, and the building was transformed into a place for the privileged class to enjoy themselves, and of course, it would also host VIPs from all over the world during events.

The building is wider at the bottom and narrower at the top, with the lower half containing recreational facilities such as restaurants, swimming pools, gyms, and sports fields.

Lu Zhao and Lin Zhiyan entered the building. The lobby on the first floor was ten meters high, with countless crystal chandeliers hanging down, and every corner was filled with light.

It's undeniably vulgar, yet undeniably extravagant.

He couldn't help but exclaim, "It's truly magnificent. No wonder everyone loves to flock to big cities; you can't see anything like this anywhere else."

Lin Zhiyan said, "If you like, I have a suite here that you can stay in whenever you want."

Lu Zhao shook his head: "I'll pass."

"Hello, are you Comrade Lu Zhao?"

A well-dressed waitress immediately came to greet us, and her attitude was very enthusiastic.

After confirming Lu Zhao's identity, the female attendant checked him in and arranged a room for him.

Soon, a black and gold room key was handed to Lu Zhao; it was for a VIP suite.

Lu Zhao and Lin Zhiyan went upstairs, but since they were on different floors, they separated.

Upon entering the luxuriously decorated suite, the first thing Lu Zhao did was call home.

"Hey, Mom, yes... I can't come home until after January 10th." "Tomorrow we need to understand the work process. Remember to keep an eye on Xiaotong and don't let her wander into public places like this."

Lu Xiaotong's dissatisfied protest came through the phone: "Uncle Zhao, what kind of person do you take me for? Do you think I'm the kind of person who makes trouble unreasonably?"

"You're not, but you have the most clever ideas."

"Hmph! I'm angry. I won't talk to Uncle Zhao until January 10th."

January 10th arrived in the blink of an eye.

Early in the morning, Lu Zhao had a rare good night's sleep, making thorough preparations for the day.

He donned the official officer's dress uniform prepared for him, a deep black color with a crisp collar, gold wheat ear decorations and a hanging breast strap, and the First Class Medal of Merit gleaming on his chest.

Lu Zhao met up with Lin Zhiyan, who was slightly taken aback by his attire. He then stepped forward and helped him straighten his tie.

She sincerely praised, "This outfit suits you very well, and you really don't need my 150,000 yuan outfit."

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The venue for the Memorial Day of the Great Patriotic War is the Nankaido Municipal Government Building, which is the core of the entire prefecture.

Nankaido Government Building.

The building is a rectangular white structure only a few dozen meters high, with a simple and grand appearance and not much decoration.

At this moment, the square in front of the building was packed with people, with countless people waving flags.

Newspapers, media outlets, and television stations of all sizes from all over the country were already on high alert, setting up their cameras and microphones.

As Lu Zhao and his group's vehicle approached, a man and a woman got out of a car in the distance, immediately triggering a flurry of flashes and screams from countless women.

A woman with heavy makeup and a handsome man dressed in a burgundy suit, equally flamboyant.

Lu Zhao glanced at him, his brows furrowing involuntarily, a hint of coldness appearing in his eyes.

He didn't recognize the man; he seemed to have seen him on TV. He would recognize the heavily made-up woman even if she were ashes.

Chen Qian, an utterly vulgar and despicable woman.
They mistake being mean and willful for individuality, dating a "popular figure on campus" for a fashion statement, and making unreasonable demands for cuteness.
They always like to deliberately flaunt their privileges, bully others, or presumptuously act as if they are making decisions for others. They also frequently do stupid things that even kindergarten children wouldn't do, and think they are cute about it.

That would have been fine, Lu Zhao would usually walk away like he'd seen a pile of shit, but he couldn't resist this pile of dog shit coming closer.

After being harassed for three consecutive years, Lu Zhao felt that he was going insane, and at least part of the reason was Chen Qian.

Lin Zhiyan also noticed Chen Qian and glanced at Lu Zhao out of the corner of his eye. His expression darkened slightly, but he quickly concealed it.

She said, "You've run into someone you know. Do you need me to help you get revenge?"

Lu Zhao asked, "For example?"

"Um……"

Lin Zhiyan stroked his chin, looking thoughtful, and said, "How about I go over and slap her a couple of times? Anyway, no one can hold me accountable."

Lu Zhao said, "I thought it was some great idea."

Lin Zhiyan spread his hands and said frankly, "The only way to deal with the sons of the powerful and wealthy is to use a more authoritative slap to beat them. Don't you also solve problems with a slap?"

It was impossible to imprison Chen Qian before Chen Wuhou fell from power.

Unable to exercise their power arbitrarily, those spoiled brats resorted to fighting and brawling as their only option.

Lu Zhao calmly replied, "I am the weak fighting against the powerful, and you are punishing evil. If you have a grudge against her, just go and fight her; there's no need to ask me. If you want to avenge me, then there's even less need."

Lin Zhiyan asked, "Why?"

Lu Zhao retorted, "Do you think I've gotten to where I am today just so that someone with more power can help me exercise my power to bully others?"

"If that's the case, then I'm not rebelling against power, I'm just hating that I'm not power. Or, to put it even more lowly, I hate that I wasn't chosen by power and loved like a pampered wife."

He had a grudge against Chen Qian, but the real conflict lay with the interest group led by Chen Wuhou.

Lin Zhiyan was speechless for a moment, then sighed and said, "Senior, your debating skills are as good as ever."

The study of the mind in the Department of Psychiatry inevitably involves philosophy, thought, and schools of thought, and thus, debate is unavoidable.

At that time, no one in the student group could out-argue Lu Zhao. He was always so sharp, bringing many things that others dared not say to the forefront.

The vehicle stopped at this moment, and Lu Zhao and Lin Zhiyan got out.

Almost instantly, all eyes turned to him. Many reporters didn't recognize Lu Zhao, since he had only appeared in the newspaper once and was far less well-known than a celebrity.

But they followed their instincts and unconsciously pressed the shutter.

A photograph was born out of necessity.

A handsome soldier in a dark black officer's uniform stood in front of the Daozheng Bureau building.

Lu Zhao lowered his hat brim slightly, looked at the building with the national emblem hanging at the end of the red carpet, and walked inside unhurriedly.

(End of this chapter)