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Only one person, under the vast sky, could truly understand his own thoughts.
The meeting concluded here, just like the previous ones, and once again, it did not achieve the expected results.
The topic of their meeting was nothing more than impeachment, but they realized afterward that they had fallen into each other's conversational traps. The process was merely a repetition of everything that Hilbert had previously organized, making this group awkward in handling their work.
They blindly followed the methods passed down to them, and naturally, after many years, they were still stuck in the same old ways. While these tactics might work against others, they clearly would not suffice when dealing with him.
To others, Hilbert seemed like a genuine Evil Spirit, possessing his own set of routines when it came to dealing with people.
Everyone closed their eyes, and only at the last moment before the meeting ended did they realize they had fallen into his trap. Although they desperately wanted to change everything during the meeting, it was evidently futile. The talking points they held only served to assist Hilbert; it truly seemed that he was of no use to them at all.
As they exited the conference room, two individuals crossed paths.
A young man blocked Hilbert's way. He smiled slightly, pulled his hand from his pocket, and extended it toward Hilbert while continuing, "That was amazing! If you participated in a debate competition, there would be no one in the world who could match you. I initially thought it was just hearsay, but after hearing your eloquence in the meeting, I realized how incredible you truly are. I hope we can have a face-to-face chat sometime in the future. Of course, by then our relationship won't be as awkward as it is now; we will be colleagues and comrades, mutually beneficial. You don't need to worry about me undermining you or gathering dirt on you. I always tell my subordinates not to engage in such petty tactics—using others' weaknesses to push them down and climb up on their shoulders. Even if you become a higher-up in the future, your subordinates won't respect you."
"That's because you lack the ability to adapt. If possible, I would love for them to hear your speech; it would be a great experience for me as well. Perhaps you're right; these people's existence has affected our cooperative relationship. To this day, there hasn't been an explanation for this situation. They exist solely for supervision, and since Mr. Hilbert took over this department years ago, they've been around. It's truly embarrassing that after all these years they still apply what was taught to them back then against you."
Hilbert didn't quite understand his thoughts either. He extended his hand for a handshake and replied, "Well, I don't quite grasp what you're trying to express. If you're praising me, then I'm all ears and thank you for that. As for any other thoughts you might have, please refrain from expressing them to me. You know that sometimes saying too much can easily reveal your inner thoughts to others. Don't expose your inner feelings; that's something you young people need to work on now. Oh, I'm off to have lunch now; please make way for me as I leave. And by the way, please release my children; otherwise, I will use my influence to make you comply." The young man didn’t actually stop him; Hilbert confidently strode away and turned out of the building.
Watching Hilbert's retreating figure through the window, the young man shook his head and chuckled awkwardly: "An interesting Old Guy; we will meet again in the future. Of course, I won’t have any thoughts about those few kids of yours. In comparison, they will receive better treatment on my side. Once they're well again, I'll return them all to you."
Of course, having exited the building, Hilbert was unaware of his thoughts. He stepped out and quickly entered the first building he saw—it was his office building.
The Executive Government and the Association Building were not too far apart, but they generally did not interfere with each other. Even those from the Executive Government would not casually wander into the Association Building.
Hilbert returned to his office, the first thing on his mind was to take a shower and then rest. This was what he wanted to do most; he had never felt as exhausted as he did today. However, this level of fatigue only occurred once or twice a year.
Usually, he could pass his time leisurely. Perhaps like others, he was already quite tired, and his body had aged to a certain extent. He found it increasingly difficult to bear all of this. At his age, he no longer aspired to power or the presidency.
If today he were to be removed from his position, he would have even fewer attachments. Rather than forcing himself to continue doing what he wanted, he was merely providing opportunities and time for the younger generation around him. He knew how much longer he had left to live and how much longer he could stay in this position.
"My time is running out; you all should make the most of it," he thought. He was holding on just to witness the downfall of the Zerg. He believed that this time would last for a while longer. For revenge, he was willing to sacrifice even more, even his life if necessary.
Hilbert slowly lay down in his bedroom and closed his eyes. Soon, the sound of his heavy breathing filled the room.
Meanwhile, Freyr consciously opened his eyes and looked at the familiar hospital bed.
This place was too familiar; it was a void in his memory, an essential part of a lost segment of his past.
At that moment, he had lost control over his body. The effects of the anesthetic were still ongoing, leaving him unable to struggle; he could only open his eyes and observe the scene unfolding before him.
He knew very well that this was not a hospital but rather a place where he was being held captive.
As he pondered this, the door suddenly opened, and a beautiful lady entered along with three or four medical staff members.
"The meeting has concluded. Those who have received treatment and have stabilized can return to the local hospital for their second recovery procedure. You will be accompanied by Relock. The life signs of the others have not fully stabilized yet; they will need another month for recovery. Here is the handover order; please follow these doctors," said the Beautiful Lady as she entered the room.
The doctors stood behind the lady, naturally assisting in unfastening the belt of the man on the bed and transferring him onto a stretcher.
Before long, he was taken outside, where another person lay in the ambulance.
That person was indeed Relock, with burn marks still visible on his face. However, after treatment, he had recovered significantly. The advancements in restorative surgery were impressive; even severe burns could be matched to a model and restored to their original appearance almost immediately.
Yet, the recovery process was undeniably lengthy, and the costs were a significant concern. The expenses could easily reach hundreds of thousands, which was an astronomical figure for an ordinary person.
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