In the actor's lounge, two girls were lying by the window, watching the marshal on the stage delivering a speech.

For most people who woke up before the war, they had not experienced the rise of NAC in person, but they were not unfamiliar with that period, because the old man always talked about it to the newcomers with relish. Even if he rarely took the initiative to inquire, he could passively hear a lot.

Regarding the Marshal Jiang Chen of NAC, almost all the "civilized people" who woke up from the dormant warehouse have special emotions.

And all the common point of these emotions is curiosity.

“A perfect speech…”

The speech was over and the host had already taken the microphone.

It was really a bit embarrassing for him. It was a huge test for the host's skills to guide the atmosphere of the audience back to the direction of the celebration.

There is no way, the marshal's aura is too powerful.

Putting aside the content of his speech, he didn't even have to speak.

For the NAC, the marshal itself is a flag, and just standing there will gather a group of supporters.

Zhao Youyue was still lying in front of the window, staring at the stage without turning his eyes. The girl next to her glanced at her, was slightly stunned, then giggled and joked.

"Look at your slutty look."

She is Zhao Youyue's accompanying dance, her friend, or best friend. The two were friends before the war. At any time Zhao Youyue's concert, you will definitely see the figure of this accompanying dance. Because they entered the same dormant refuge, the two opened their eyes together in the 25th year of the end of the world.

"What's wrong with me? What a slut, what a slut," Zhao Youyue blushed. She knew she couldn't pretend anymore, so she glared at her friend with a playful expression, "Hmph, do you dare say that looking at such a man, are you not moved at all?"

"What's there to be a good thing to be moved by?" the girl rolled her eyes.

Although she also admits that such a man is indeed very attractive, how can I say it...

It's still too dazzling indeed.

Moreover, she came from before the war and could not accept the common concept of marriage after the war.

"I decided!"

Looking at the friend who suddenly became quite imposing, the girl was startled and asked blankly.

"What to decide?"

"I want to use my singing to convey my feelings to him!" Looking in the direction of the stage, Zhao Youyue, whose cheeks were slightly red, squeezed her right hand tightly in her chest, and her eyes were filled with moving brilliance.

It's really a big deal...

Looking at the friend who had become energetic inexplicably, the girl thought to herself with her forehead.

Anyway, there are indeed their programs at the celebration.

Integrating feelings into the singing, Zhao Youyue's performance at a high level won the cheers of the audience.

However, this is not what she cares about.

When she walked off the stage, her resentful eyes were stuck somewhere on the stage, but she was destined to be disappointed. It was a coincidence that someone sitting there could read the resentment in her eyes at such a long distance...

"The singing just now sounded very nice." Lifting beside Jiang Chen, Xiaorou said with a smile.

"Yes," Xia Shiyu nodded affirmatively, "Although the music style is a bit novel, it is undoubtedly good. Even if it is placed there, it is still the standard of a first-line singer."

"Well, after all, it's not just technology, but culture will accumulate over time." Lin Ling shook her little head and said with a comment.

"Speaking of this, the thoughts of these singers should not be underestimated," Xiaorou looked at Jiang Chen next to her, and smiled with a pursed smile, saying with a bit of a bad attitude, "When I helped my sister as an assistant, a lot of letters written by vixen were cleared out in the mailbox of the Marshal's Mansion every week. Although it was related to work, no matter how you look at the lines, you would like to recommend a pillow mat."

"Hey? Is this happening?" Sun Jiao looked at her sister in surprise and blinked.

"Of course, I've dealt with it for my brother-in-law," Xiaorou said with a smile, "Brother-in-law probably won't blame me."

"No, no, I thank you." Jiang Chen coughed heavily and said hurriedly.

"Is that so? That's good."

Xiaorou, who showed a black-bellied smile in an instant, quickly ended the topic again.

"Well, I always feel that I can't relax my vigilance. After all, it's Jiang Chen..." Xia Shiyu nodded seriously and reached a consensus with Yao Yao next to her for no reason.

"Opinion? I have no objection, as long as it is not a bad woman with bad intentions..." Aisha seemed not very concerned about this issue, tilted her head and said to Lin Ling, who was sitting next to her and asked something.

Soon the second program began, and the focus of the women's attention finally shifted from Jiang Chen to the stage not far away.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Jiang Chen reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead and glared at Xiaorou next to him with a fierce look.

The latter seemed to expect Jiang Chen to stare at him, deliberately not looking here, and took his sister's hand and talked excitedly about other issues.

He thought to wait until he got back and then deal with this little girl, so Jiang Chen stopped caring about what happened just now.

As for those letters that were processed...

Although he cared about what was written on it, Jiang Chen swore that he had no intention of expanding the harem organization! Just now, he was too busy to work. He went to work with a gun every night, and was full of night shifts, not even a weekend.

Just curious!

Well, that's it!

The noise continued until two o'clock in the evening. With the end of the last song, the New Year's Eve party of the new century also came to an end.

People left and returned to the Sixth Block or nearby hotels.

Although the New Year's Eve party has ended, the celebration has not been done.

The sixth district is still decorated with lights and major stores are promoting and opening. Many people who have returned from the city center have not gone home to sleep. They come to the food street with their arms around and find a food stall to sit in, and ask the boss to bring a row of skewers and beer, and eat and chat happily.

Since last year, food has been no longer a luxury that can be consumed occasionally. Large mutant fruit farms and nutritional agent manufacturers have closed down. Sweet beer was originally a luxury that only rich people can consume. The time when sitting in front of the food stall and eating skewers with friends is no longer just a beautiful memory before the war.

Only by feeling the taste of life can one be considered to be living in the true sense.

Originally, these lives were something they didn’t even dare to think about, but now all this is so real.

As the marshal said.

The new century has arrived.

...

The celebration lasted for three days.

At noon on the fourth day, a highlight came.

In the central square of the Sixth Block, a grand military parade is underway.

Fifty thousand army soldiers participated in the performance at the same time, including elite troops from the four major legions and foreign corps from overseas colonies. The air force flight formation showed off its superb flight skills in the air, and both Aurora-20 and F-79 Wings of Freedom were excellently completed.

Standing on the performance stage, Jiang Chen put his hands behind his back, looking at the infantry formation passing by in front of the square.

Standing next to him were all the senior officers of NAC. At this moment, they were all wearing military uniforms, with straight waists and straight faces, and were not angry and powerful, not inferior to the soldiers who walked by in line at all.

The square is full of solemn and murderous energy.

Looking up at the military power of NAC, the dictators from the southern survivors were trembling. The strength shown by NAC was absolutely impossible to be a rival to this army even if they all united.
Chapter completed!