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Chapter 38 "Luck and Misfortune" Part [-]

"What do you think faith is?" the president asked on the phone.

Gracio said to the phone while thinking: "Faith? America is my faith. War is my faith, and America's victory in the war is my faith."

"He wants eight people who can preach the faith. Can I consider you as one of the eight people?" the president said calmly.

Graccio: "If this is for America, I think it's my duty to do it."

"No, if I let you go, I'm really afraid that Star Wars will start in a few words." The president said helplessly, shaking his head.

"So President, what do you believe in?" Gracio asked.

The president smiled bitterly and said: "I don't know, there will be a United Nations meeting tomorrow. I think other countries already know about this alien thing."

The president turned off the phone, and Gracio looked at the spaceship above with a solemn expression.

"Faith?" Gracio blurted out and whispered.

"General, should we stay put or retreat?" said the soldier on the side.

"Retreat, and leave the rest to the president," Gracio said.

Early the next morning, in the president's office.

190 The four monitors are crowded with people.

Monitors, large and small, are densely arranged in front of the president.

The largest one meter long and wide, only six pieces.

The smallest ones are only as big as a palm, and they cost more than ten yuan.

There is a flag in the upper right corner of each monitor.

The president just sat upright in his seat and said, "You all already know about this, right?"

The people on the monitors nodded their heads one after another. Inside these 190 four monitors were the presidents of various countries.

The United Nations has 190 three member states and two observer states.

At this time, there was a chattering discussion.

In the simultaneous interpretation headset, the translator kept paying attention to the president and what he heard.

But half of what is said is meaningless, and many are promoting the beliefs of one's own country.

It wasn't until the President of the United States impatiently slammed the table that everyone became quiet.

"There are so many religions in each of your countries. If you really go to preach. There are too many. Just eight. How can I get enough?" the US president said helplessly.

After hearing this, all the countries began to chatter and make noise again.

The President of the United States said calmly: "No matter how different your opinions are, the requirement now is to find eight people. And what are you talking about here? Who has even the slightest effect. This thing happened in the United States, so I Make the decision.”

After everyone listened to the words of the President of the United States, the next moment the chatter came out again.

The helpless President of the United States cut off the video connection, then took off the simultaneous interpretation headphones and kept tapping the table.

So many people only discuss the culture of their own country.

What is needed now are teachers who can preach, not priests who can preach.

The President of the United States pressed the button on his phone.

"Call some cultural teachers to come in," the president said.

20 minutes later three professors came in.

"After reading this, I want to hear what you have to say." The President of the United States threw a document with a photo of an alien man on it.

The three professors opened the documents and looked at them for a long time, but no one spoke.

"What do you think?" the President of the United States said.

The younger of the three professors said: "He said that this is not the first time these aliens have come to the earth. And according to what he said, we are always reincarnated. So in fact, it will not cause any harm to anyone. Any influence is not the truth.”

The president was stunned after hearing this, looked at the professor and said, "Then what kind of person do you think you can give him?"

"I think according to normal logic, he must be experts from various faiths. For example, priests, monks, witches, Taoists, prophets, shamans and other representatives of various sects," the professor said.

Another professor took over and said: "Or representatives of scientists, prophets, theologians, athletes, chefs, etc. who promote human development, do not necessarily have to be given to theology."

"Then why not give him the prisoners, the mentally ill, the schizophrenic, the depressed, the mentally retarded and the mentally retarded. Let them do their own research." The third professor took over from the first two and said.

Silence and silence. "Is it true that giving it to anyone will not have any impact on the world?" the president said.

The three professors looked at each other and nodded.

The Prime Minister waved his hand and the three professors walked out.

The next day, the United States closed its borders.

All troops are assigned to the borders of all 56 U.S. states.

People without U.S. registered permanent residence were forcibly removed from the country, and Americans were not allowed to return to the country.

The passenger plane that landed was forced to return and all contact was severed.

Gracio asked three times when he received the mission.

Received a [-]% answer, the United States is locked down.

The President began broadcasting on every television channel.

Exaggerate things to the extreme and show off.

After some impassioned remarks, the president coughed and said again: "Our time will reincarnate infinitely, and we are trapped in this infinite cycle. But now there is an opportunity, and only the United States has this opportunity. Today at noon At twelve o'clock, every real-name phone number will receive a text message, eight places. Escape from the earth and go to the bright star in exchange for a different ending." After the president said this, the entire United States was boiling.

The TV station restarted the previous program, and the president wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to the camera in front of the TV: "Was this speech a success?"

The cameraman raised his thumbs up and said, "It's even more exciting than the speech you gave when you were running for election."

. . . . . .

Everyone held their phones high, waiting for the text message to arrive.

There are still 1 minutes until twelve o'clock.

50 seconds, 30 seconds.

Three, two, one second.

All text messages sounded at the same time.

But the prompts are: "You failed to qualify for this time."

. . . . . .

I was a recent graduate, lying in bed reading the newspaper.

I am looking for a suitable job and have submitted countless resumes.

The text message rang at this time, and I glanced helplessly.

It read: "You have obtained the qualification to go to the bright star. Please go to your nearest police station or court immediately."

A shining star?I threw the phone aside helplessly.

I knew my mother was coming up.

"Son, did you receive the text message? Although it must be in vain, I still want to know. After all, there are only eight places for so many people." Mom said and opened the door.

"What?" I looked at my mother helplessly.

"The president asked the aliens for the number of places to go to the bright star. There are only eight places. I don't know how lucky anyone is." Mom said.

"Mom? Are you crazy about watching TV series?" I stood up and looked at my mother.

But my mother came over with her cell phone and said, "This is the text message."

I glanced at the message and then shivered.

He took out his mobile phone from the bed, looked at it carefully and said to his mother: "There are only eight places?"

"What's wrong? Silly son? You've been hit, right?" My mother came over and glanced at the screen, then stood beside me blankly.

The nearest police station to my home, I rushed in.

He held his cell phone high in front of every police officer on duty.

Until a police officer made a phone call to confirm and nodded.

Half an hour later, a stretched Lincoln appeared in front of the police station.

I was put in the car with my mother watching.

(End of this chapter)