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Chapter 38: "The Fortunate Misfortune" Part Two

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

Gracio thought to the phone and said, "Faith? America is my belief. War is my belief. America's victory in war is my belief."

"He wants eight people who can teach the faith. Can I treat you as one of the eight people?" The president said lightly.

Gracho: "If this is for the United States, I think I am incumbent."

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

"So what is your belief, President?" Gracho asked.

The President smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know. The UN meeting will be held tomorrow. I think other aliens already know about this alien."

The president turned off the phone, and Gracho looked at the spaceship with a dignified look.

"Faith?" Gracio whispered.

"General, are we on standby or retreating?" Said the soldier on the side.

"Retreat, the next thing is given to the president." Gracho said.

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

The 194 displays are densely packed with people.

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

The largest one meter long and wide, only six.

The smallest is only a slap, which is the case for a dozen or so.

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

The president sat on the seat and said, "You already know this?"

The people on the monitors have their heads lit up, and the 994 monitors are the presidents of various countries.

There are 193 member states of the United Nations and two observer states.

At this time twitter is in discussion.

In the simultaneous interpretation headset, the interpreter kept focusing on what he heard.

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

Until the President of the United States impatiently photographed the table, the people calmed down.

"There are so many teachings in each of your countries. If you really go to preach. There are so many of them, how can I get enough?" The US President said helplessly.

After listening, the countries began to chatter.

The US President said lightly: "No matter how inconsistent your opinions are, now the request is to find eight people. And what are you talking about here? Which one has even a little effect. This happened in the United States, then I myself Call the shots. "

After listening to the words of the President of the United States, the twitter came out again the next moment.

The helpless US president cut off the video connection, and then took off the simultaneous interpretation headset and flapped on the desktop.

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

What is needed now is a missionary teacher, not a missionary sacrifice.

The US President pressed the phone button aside.

"Call in a few culture teachers," the president said.

Three professors came in after 20 minutes.

"After reading this, I want to hear from you." The President of the United States threw a document with photos of alien men.

The three professors opened the documents and read them for a long time, but none of them spoke.

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

The younger one of the three professors said: "He said that these aliens are not the first time to come to earth. And according to what he said, we have been reincarnation all the time. Then in fact, it will not cause anyone Any impact, is this the truth? "

After listening for a moment, the president looked at the professor and said, "So what kind of person do you think he can give him."

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

Another professor took the words and said: "Or representatives of scientists, predictors, theologians, athletes, cooks and the like that promote human development do not necessarily have to be theological."

"Then it might as well be given to him, prisoners, neuropathy, split personality, depression, Alzheimer's and mental retardation. Let them study for themselves." The third professor took over the first two and said.

Silence and silence.

"Is it true that giving no one will have an impact on the world?" The president said.

The three professors glanced at each other and nodded their heads.

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

The next day, the United States closed its borders.

All troops are assigned to the borders of fifty-six US states.

People without American hukou were forcibly cleared out of the country and began to not allow Americans to return home.

The landing plane was forced to return home, breaking all contact.

Gracio asked three times when he received the task.

After receiving a 100% response, the United States has locked the country.

The president began broadcasting on every channel through television.

Extremely exaggerate things and show off.

After some ferocious remarks, the president coughed again and said: "Our time will be infinitely reincarnation, we will be trapped in this infinite cycle. But now there is a chance, but the United States has this opportunity. At noon today At twelve o'clock every real-name phone can receive a text message, eight places. Escape the earth to the bright stars in exchange for a different ending. "After the president said this, the entire United States was boiling.

The TV station started broadcasting the previous program again, and the president wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to the camera in front of the TV: "Is this speech successful?"

The camera raised his thumb and said, "It's more exciting than your speech when you run for election."

. . . . . .

Everyone held up their phones awaiting the arrival of text messages.

One minute before twelve.

Fifty seconds, thirty seconds.

Three, two, one second.

All text messages sounded at the same moment.

But the tips are all: "You failed to obtain this qualification."

. . . . . .

I am a fresh graduate student, lying in bed and reading the newspaper.

Looking for a suitable job, I don't know how many resumes have been cast.

The text message sounded at this time, I glanced helplessly.

It says: "You are qualified to go to the bright star, please go to the nearest police station or court immediately."

Bright stars? I left the phone helplessly.

Knowing that mom came up.

"Son, have you received the text message? Although you must have asked it in vain, you 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.

"There are only eight places where the president wants to go to the bright stars for aliens. I don't know who has good luck." Mom said.

"Mom? Are you stupid watching TV?" I got up and looked at Mom.

Mother walked over with her mobile phone and said, "It's such a text message."

I glanced at the text message and then shivered.

Taking out the mobile phone from the bed, he took a closer look and said to his mother, "There are only eight places?"

"What's the matter? Silly son? You wouldn't be hit." Mom looked at the screen and stood beside me dumbly.

I rushed into the nearest police station in my house.

Holding a mobile phone high in front of every policeman on duty.

It wasn't until a policeman called to confirm that he nodded his head.

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

I was put on the car under the watch of my mother.