The crazy guy from Hakoden, defeated the millions of gods!

The conference hall became noisy and quarrels began.

"What is Broz trying to do by openly questioning the Soviet system and institutions? Is he crazy?" An elderly worker representative frowned, his tone filled with disbelief.

"I think what Broz said is right. The Soviet system is indeed not suitable for us. I have wanted to say this for a long time." A young representative sitting next to him retorted in a low voice, with dissatisfaction and disdain in his tone.

"Bullshit! Without the support of the Soviet Union, you would still be a slave to your capitalist father!" Another middle-aged representative with an angry face stood up and pointed at the young man and started scolding him.

“It’s only been a few years, and you young people have already forgotten the misery and suffering that capitalism has brought us!”

"Capitalism?" The young representative sneered and looked at the other party provocatively. "Old man, history is written by the victors. Is capitalism really as terrible as you say? Or did the Soviet Union win and write it as a demon?

If you could overthrow capitalism, we can also overthrow Soviet socialism and rewrite history!"

The debate became more and more intense. Many people stood up and pointed at each other and shouted angrily. The entire conference hall fell into a state of chaos.

Broz watched all this without wavering. He patted the podium and raised his voice, but still couldn't suppress the noise.

He simply gave up maintaining order and continued to speak on his own: "...Fifteen years of experience have taught us that we should get rid of ideological narrow-mindedness, take national and ethnic interests as the measure, independently handle our country's internal and external affairs, resist the interference and control of the Soviet Union, and unswervingly uphold national and state independence!"

"Independence!" He emphasized the word, drumming his fingers on the podium.

Finally, he glanced at the crowd who were still arguing, and finally preached word by word with force: "Yes, we study the Soviet system and use it as an example, but this is not the only correct one. We want our country to develop socialism in a slightly different form!"

Broz's words were like pouring fire on an already boiling pot of oil. Some people stood up and applauded, while others slammed the door and left in anger.

Some people even rushed forward quickly and punched Broz: "I'll beat you to death, you revisionist bastard!"

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American Soviet

The red flag hung high swayed gently in the air-conditioned breeze, and the golden hammer and sickle on the flag shone brightly. Surrounding the hall were murals on the walls, depicting revolutionary scenes of workers, peasants and soldiers fighting side by side.

In this atmosphere, Lao Baide stood on the podium, wearing a glittering gold watch and a well-tailored shiny suit. His entire outfit was obviously worth a lot of money, making him particularly conspicuous.

Looking down at the audience, he cleared his throat and gently pressed the manuscript in front of the microphone with his palm. The speaker clearly transmitted every word he said: "On the basis of Marxism-Leninism, we have independently developed socialism suitable for the United States."

"...The revolution and construction of the United States should be based on the ideas of the American Workers Party, because the American Workers Party is familiar with American history, American geography, and the customs and habits of the American people. The Soviet and Soviet-style revolutionary construction methods adopted by the Soviet and Soviet-style are not suitable for the national conditions of the United States."

He paused and looked around, as if giving the audience enough time to digest his remarks, and then continued: "We must find a path of revolution and construction that belongs to the United States. This is our responsibility and our mission!"

As soon as he finished speaking, some of the representatives in the audience started to applaud.

Their faces were filled with enthusiasm, as if they saw the dawn of a bright future. Some stood up, excitedly waving their little red flags, and shouted "Victory to the American Workers Party!"

However, the warm applause seemed more like a pre-arranged foil and could not drown out the low-pitched discussions.

Some old representatives in worn work clothes frowned and tapped their fingers rhythmically on the table, looking anxious.

Yes, there are too many remnants of capitalism in the United States, and the American revolution cannot completely eradicate them.

However, no one expected that John Bolton, the leader of the Workers' Party elected by the U.S. National Workers' Representatives, would be the first to rebel against socialism!

What does this show, what does this represent!

A hoarse but angry voice broke through the applause and fired the first shot: "Lao Baide! Do you really think we are easy to fool?"

The speaker was a black representative, who stood up, thin, but with a powerful look in his eyes. He was wearing a washed-out work suit, and his palms were covered with calluses, showing the marks of years of manual labor.

His voice hit everyone's heart like a hammer: "I participated in the trade union struggles of the old times, fought guerrilla warfare in cities and mountains, and participated in the construction of the new Soviets! Lao Baide! I tell you, I have seen many revisionists like you. Your rhetoric was used by others decades ago!"

Another representative also stood up. He was an elderly white worker with a gray beard. His tone was full of sarcasm: "What do you mean by 'a path suitable for the United States'? Why does this sound like an excuse for revisionism?"

More and more representatives became thoughtful and seemed to gradually come to their senses.

"Report to the Communist International! We cannot allow a shameful revisionist to represent the US Soviets and usurp the state power of the US Soviets!"

The confrontation between the representatives with different opinions gradually escalated, and the original applause was completely drowned out by angry shouts. Some people stood up to defend Lawrence, while more people questioned angrily.

Among those who asked questions, there were fewer young people in their thirties and forties, and more middle-aged and elderly people in their sixties and seventies.

This may be because the former experienced capitalist education in his youth, while the latter fully participated in the revolutions of two eras.

"What era are we still using this kind of rhetoric? This is a betrayal of the working class!"

"Going our own way? Is going our own way opening the door to capitalist restoration?"

"Have you read the book How Capitalism Will Be Restored published by the Soviet Union? It contains his arguments!"

The conference hall fell into chaos.

Standing on the podium, the smile on his face gradually froze. He wiped his forehead with his hand and tried to stay calm, but he obviously did not expect that his tentative speech would cause such a strong reaction.

Some old guys have a very keen sense of smell.

This sensitivity was beyond his and their original expectations.

He spoke again, trying to save the situation: "Comrades, please calm down and listen to me finish my words--"

But his voice was completely drowned out by the chaotic noise.

The young delegates continued to shout slogans in support of Labor, trying to drown out the accusations of the older delegates. The older worker delegates, on the other hand, raised sharp questions based on their experience and historical memory.

A young representative raised his fist and shouted: "We need innovation! We need a path that suits the United States! The revolution cannot stay in the past forever!"

This statement aroused even greater anger among the old representatives.

The black representative slammed the table and stood up straight: "Innovation? We shed blood and sacrificed our lives for the ideals of socialism. Now the 'innovation' you are talking about is just an excuse to betray your ideals!"

A white woman in work clothes next to her sneered and added: "The essence of revisionism is to use beautiful words to cover up the truth of compromising with the bourgeoisie and restoring capitalism."

Lao Baide was still standing on the podium. Faced with this tense situation, sweat was already oozing out of his forehead.

He raised his hand, trying to calm the chaos: "Comrades! I have no intention of betraying Marxism-Leninism, nor do I intend to betray the American revolution! Please listen to my explanation -

The United States has unique national conditions and ethnic issues. We need to combine reality and develop our own path under the guidance of Marxism-Leninism. This is not revisionism, but a faithful practice of theory! "

His voice slightly drowned out the argument, and the young representatives in the audience nodded in agreement, but more of the older representatives did not buy it.

"What is the national situation of the United States?" Another old representative stood up, his voice loud and his eyes sharp, "We know! Our national situation is the oppression brought by the remnants of capitalism, the division brought by the remnants of racism, and the continued poverty of tens of millions of workers! The so-called 'own path' you proposed, in the final analysis, is it an attempt to break away from the Communist International and start your own business? Are you trying to turn the struggle between the two classes into compromise and surrender?"

The atmosphere in the conference hall gradually got out of control, and the opposition between the two views had turned into a confrontation with clear camps.

Some people stood up and slammed the table, accusing the other party of being stubborn and "conservative".

Some people also hit back, calling these "newcomers" "agents of the bourgeoisie."

"Comrades! Please don't fight among yourselves! Internal strife will only benefit the enemy!" A representative of the neutral party tried to smooth things over, but his voice was quickly drowned out.

At this moment, a sharp knocking sound came from the stage——

Lao Baide was banging the table with a gavel, trying to restore order: "Please calm down! This is a place for democratic discussion within the party. Any debate must be conducted within the scope of reason and discipline!"

"I bother!"

Someone spat at him.

"It's too late to regret! I should never have let you, Mi Xiu, go on stage!"

Dark Forest: Liberating the Three-Body Problem: Chapter 228: Africa's Common Prosperity, Su Yan's Ideological Revolution

African Soviet Union

A leader of an AU member state stood in front of the conference podium and said in a gentle and resonant voice: "Africa started relatively late and its economic foundation is still very weak. Once the resources are dispersed to everyone, only a little is left.

Therefore, we need to focus our efforts on major tasks, and make a group of people rich first. Let those who get rich first drive those who get rich later, and ultimately achieve common prosperity for the whole of Africa!"

This statement caused confusion among some representatives off the field. They exchanged glances and frowned slightly.

A representative from West Africa whispered to his comrade next to him: "Why does this statement sound a bit wrong?"

Another representative from a Central African country nodded slightly: "It is true that we should concentrate our efforts on major tasks, but 'letting a group of people get rich first', isn't this a bit of a deviation from the core principles of socialism?"

The leader on the stage seemed to be aware of the whispers from the audience, but he still had a confident smile on his face: "Comrades, please don't misunderstand. This is by no means a surrender of the principles of socialism, but rather a search for a path to socialism based on our reality."

As he said this, he put down the manuscript in his hand and said in a tone that was closer to people's hearts: "The road for Africa must be opened up by us Africans ourselves. Only in this way can we achieve true independence and prosperity on this land!"

As soon as this sentence fell, someone in the audience couldn't help but sneered: "Let a group of people get rich first? Who should get rich first? Let your family get rich first?"

This voice came from a worker representative from South Africa. He stood up, put his hands on his hips, and looked at me with a sharp gaze: "We are here to explore the future of socialism in Africa, not to listen to your beautiful words to excuse the powerful!"

Another representative from an East African country stood up shortly after, with strong dissatisfaction in his tone: "It is right to concentrate resources to accomplish major tasks, but who will do the concentration? Who will distribute the resources? 'Let a group of people get rich first', is this for the working class, or for you bureaucrats who already hold power?"

Suddenly, there was a wave of discussion in the conference hall, and more representatives joined the discussion, with their voices intertwined.

"What we want is common prosperity, not new class divisions!"

“Concentration of power is necessary, but if it is concentrated in the hands of a few, isn’t that no different from capitalism?”

“Africa has been devastated by the colonizers for hundreds of years and cannot be hollowed out by the internal bureaucracy anymore!”

Faced with the increasingly intense reactions from the audience, beads of sweat appeared on the leader's forehead.

He looked at the leaders of some allied countries; this was not their original plan!

Africa is so poor and backward! Those leaders should not react like this!

It should have been like this. Once there was an excuse for their family to embezzle state assets, these "neutrals" would be happy to stand on their side!

But no! The situation got out of control!

The leader tried to calm the situation with a louder voice: "Comrades, please calm down! We all hope to achieve common prosperity, but the special situation in Africa determines that we must find a more flexible way-"

However, his words were once again interrupted by waves of boos.

A female delegate from North Africa stood up and said in a clear and firm voice: "Africa's particularity has never been an excuse to deviate from socialist principles! If we allow 'a group of people to get rich first', then what is the meaning of the achievements of our revolution?"

"That's right. Africa is not the Africa of a certain group of people as he said. Africa is not only the Africa of the African people, but also the Africa of the African proletariat! It is the Africa of the proletariat of the whole world!"

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The other side of the ocean is in turmoil due to various disputes, and news of conflicts, divisions and struggles are emerging in an endless stream. These news have been transmitted to Su Yan one after another, but Su Yan has no time to take care of these disputes at this time.

Fifteen years have passed, and Li Runshi, one of the founders of Su Yan's socialist cause, has retreated to the second line and no longer cares about political affairs, but devotes more energy to the research and summary of revolutionary theories.

At the congress, Wang Chunjiang was elected as the new generation leader of Su Yan, a result that made many revolutionary veterans dissatisfied.

Su Yan was established almost forty years ago, and various factions have long been formed, such as the military faction, the bureaucratic faction, the intellectual faction, and so on.

These factions fought each other, trying to get their own people to that position, but they didn't expect that Wang Chunjiang would reap the benefits in the end, which naturally made them very dissatisfied.

Ruhua Xiongmao, the old marshal who once commanded Su Yan's most elite troops. Under him, the troops were managed like an iron barrel, like an independent mountain, known as "no needle can be inserted, no water can be poured in". In his eyes, Wang Chunjiang's election was more like a joke, "A little kid leading the troops? It would be strange if they were not crushed!"

For example, Yao Wuchang, a powerful governor who held power over the richest province in southeastern Su Yan, had only one comment on the new leader: "If the wind blows for too long, the bamboo will eventually fall."

There were also bureaucrats like Zhou Xuesheng, whose students and former officials were all over the country. His prestige was so high that he could almost influence some important decisions within the party. He didn't even bother to hide his contempt: "Wang Chunjiang? It's good enough for him to lead a city, but he can lead the whole country?"

In the eyes of these elders, Wang Chunjiang was just a young kid with little experience and no outstanding achievements.

Compared with other candidates, his only advantage is his upbringing. He has been with Mu Yuan since he was a child.

Mu Yuan, the proletarian revolutionary, thinker, writer, and military strategist, is not only the founder and first-generation leader of Su Yan, but also the lifetime honorary chairman of the United Nations of the Communist International. His greatness and influence have long been engraved in the entire history of mankind.

Many of Su Yan’s revolutionary veterans were once just small soldiers under Mu Yuan.

Even though Mu Yuan has retired long ago, his influence on Su Yan is still terrifying.

The reason why Wang Chunjiang was able to take over Li Runshi's position and be elected by many representatives who were not in the faction was largely because he had been learning from that person since he was a child.

This kind of teaching through words and deeds, and through osmosis, has allowed many people to vaguely see the shadow of Mu Yuan in him, and they have high expectations for him.

"Perhaps, Wang Chunjiang can really continue that person's will."

But in the eyes of the revolutionary veterans, this reason seems more like luck than strength.

Who among them had not worked under Secretary Mu? Why did Wang Chunjiang get to the top?

Therefore, many of them privately discussed with disdain: "If he is not Secretary Mu, what is he?"

Therefore, these old revolutionaries who are well versed in political struggles each have their own plans.

Some veterans simply kept silent and did nothing. They firmly believed that "it won't last for a few years and the old comrades will have to come out and clean up the mess."

Many people were respectful on the surface, but were merciless in private, criticizing: "Little kid, exercise well, don't wear Su Yan down!"

Some are even secretly waiting for an opportunity, hoping to stir up trouble before the new leadership team has fully established itself.

At the same time, those old forces and latent revisionists who had long been liquidated also took advantage of this opportunity to take action.

However, since the Su-Yan Revolution took place earlier, the transition of the first two generations of leadership was relatively smooth and the overall situation was relatively stable.

Therefore, the activities of revisionists are far less blatant than in Europe or the United States.