Chapter 105 Popular Figures

Continental calendar, September 15, 1918.

This is a day destined to be recorded in history.

A peaceful march broke out in Stim, the industrial center of Albion, and more than 100,000 people took to the streets to vigorously call for peace. Workers, businessmen, farmers, students, and company employees all joined in spontaneously. On the same day, the city government of [Steam City] declared a state of emergency, calling on people to remain rational and not let the march get out of control.

The next day, a large-scale march of the same level broke out in Gao En Wangdu. Bai Feng Palace was prepared to respond to peace in advance because of the reminder of the third princess.

On this day, Gao En Wangdu was full of peace doves.

Under the telegraph, the whole continent heard the hope of calling for peace in the core area of ​​human civilization, as if it inherited the human spirit of the soldiers on both sides who voluntarily laid down their weapons on the Winter Spirit Festival in 1917. Whether they sincerely hoped for peace or had other intentions, at least this long-suppressed outbreak of public opinion could not be stopped.

On September 17, in response to the two large marches, marches also broke out in large and small cities of the member states of the two camps. From the map, it looked like a plague spreading from one point to another.

On September 18, a letter from a front-line soldier expressing his extreme war-weariness was published in the Steam Newspaper and was reprinted crazily by major newspapers. For the first time, people intuitively realized the serious psychological damage caused by industrialized hot weapons to soldiers. On the same day, the Hops Federation, which was at an extreme disadvantage on the battlefield, still maintained a difficult silence.

On September 19, the Hops Federation requested a decent surrender, and the Roman Kingdom, which was hiding in the far east of the continent, began to abolish serfdom.

Peace finally came in this bumpy situation.

Later sociologists called the first outbreak of the collective will of this era: brilliant awakening.

This was the first time that the entire human civilization independently and actively pursued a greatness without the promotion of the gods. The voice of human thinking finally began to sprout under the gradually abundant material foundation after industrialization, just like a child realizing that he had finally grown up and began to open his eyes to see this world far from dawn, but this was its meaning.

And the most original data for researchers tracing this period of history was a photo.

A photo taken at the peace conference that triggered the brilliant awakening, but unfortunately the photo is seriously blurred, which makes people wonder how elegant the gunshot was in that dark and chaotic history.

[Steam City], 404 Bru Street, Clerk's Office.

A busy scene, everyone has at least one file piled up as high as their head.

In fact, this exaggerated scene is also justified. For the clerks of any organization, the most troublesome thing is not the difficulty in action, but the sorting and filing after the completion of a project.

The tedious paperwork involves every aspect, which can make the clerk's blood pressure infinitely high. And Lin En has been suffering in this high blood pressure hell for four days.

The specific reason...

"Mr. Lin, please check the bloodstains from A1 to A5 at the scene."

"Wait a moment!"

Lin, who was being questioned by a group of clerks, took the time to look up and shouted, and then quickly lowered his head to explain some of the terms and shorthand standards in his records to his colleagues. Because of his height, the young man often had to raise his head with great effort to confirm whether they understood.

Lin didn't even have time to sigh. He had seven documents waiting for verification in his hand, and there were at least two large files to be filed. There were so many things to do that even if he knew how to clone himself, he couldn't finish them. And this was all because his overly detailed document report four days ago was liked by the minister, who directly named and encouraged him as the document model of [Light Bearer].

Colleagues also wanted to learn this. With the permission of Mr. Clark, Lin became the core of the document department, treating others as extensions of his limbs like a brain.

Lin did it with a lot of bumps, but he did a good job.

As for the extraordinary promotion?

Haha, Lin En, who was busy as a dog, had selectively forgotten.

But just because Lin En forgot, it didn't mean that others would forget. When Mr. Bill came to the secretarial office with a splendid face and saw Lin En, who looked like a team leader, processing documents in a very organized manner in the large office with a group of clerks, he leaned against the door and shouted with a playful look.

"Little sir, have you turned this place into the staff headquarters of the northern line? Get rid of your damned soldiers and run with your boots on. Bill needs you, hurry up!"

Mr. Squinting temporarily freed Lin En, who was a little busy.

Lin En subconsciously looked at Clark.

Clark, who was still a little leisurely, suddenly shuddered and calmly adjusted his glasses.

"Mr. Clark, as my mentor and the one who knows my writing style best, I believe you can complete the next work."

"Lynn, can't you be considerate of the brain of a middle-aged gentleman?" Clark saw that he couldn't escape, so he could only weakly accuse him of his bad behavior.

Lin En's current position is a well-deserved hub, and commanding others must be as exquisite as conducting a band.

Clark is certainly capable of doing this.

But this was what he used to train Lin En, so why did it come back to him? Clark began to wonder whether he should drive Bill away first.

"Please." Lin En pushed the file in his hand in front of Clark without saying anything, and accidentally messed up his stack of files.

"Hey!!"

Clark, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, couldn't stand it immediately, and quickly raised his voice to start sorting out the documents, while Lynn took the opportunity to trot out of the secretarial office. The clerks couldn't help laughing. The senior staff with obsessive-compulsive disorder was fooled by the newcomer in the office. This was definitely a spice for a boring day of work.

"Poor Mr. Clark." Bill, who was outside the door, was also laughing with a bad taste.

"Why don't you pity me, a minor?"

Lynn, who just came out, glared at him unhappily. This guy has come to the secretarial office to see him a lot in the past few days.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you who have been in the limelight in the newspaper, do you need our pity?" Bill smacked his lips and shook his head, and spread out the steam newspaper under his armpit.

A photo suddenly jumped in the center of the front page.

That was Lynn holding a gun to warn, and Amiste was full of tenderness on the side. This photo perfectly met all the expectations of the Albion people, young gentleman, gorgeous lady, peace meeting, dangerous moment. In the era without portrait rights, Lynn's photos once dominated the list and became the wealth code of the hot-selling newspapers.

His behavior of standing up at the critical moment also protected the goddess of peace Ziegler, and he was praised by the newspaper as a knight guarding the dawn of peace.

Sophia has bought all the format newspapers about Lin En these days, and she talks about it excitedly every day at dinner, which makes Lin En's shame burst directly, but the people of Albion like this.

"Okay, why did you come to me?" Lin En grabbed the newspaper a little embarrassedly. He didn't need a second person to remind him that he had become a popular figure in the [Steam City].

"Of course, your promotion report, my little sir, you don't think that the potion will run into your mouth without applying, right?"

Bill's smiling expression flashed a trace of seriousness, and the achievements of Lin En had been counted.