外務部會議室 – 立法會大樓 – 永勝技術民國
Exterior Councillor's Chambers –
Exterior Councillor's Chambers –
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– Technocratic Republic of Wing SingTwo middle-aged Singlishmen sat in the high-backed leather chairs of the Exterior Councillor's conference room. They had already removed their jackets and ties, making themselves comfortable as they discussed what was to come.
“They're a little late, aren't they?” Asked the man at the head of the table. Fatter, older, balder and smoking a cigar, Councillor Robin Kwong held the seat of honour, right in front of the Technocracy's symbol. They were his chambers, after all.
“Mid-afternoon traffic coming in from the airport,” answered the other man, “You know how it is.” He had a full head of hair and wore some fashionably round spectacles. He was already helping himself to some brandy; Suen Kwok-nang, who never took a Dutch name, was the Chairman of the Republic. A ceremonial figurehead, he sat to the right of the Exteroir Councillor.
“Airport? Batavians can afford to fly?” The two enjoyed a hearty chuckle at the mean-spirited joke. It was ironic, though, since the Singlish were actually the frugal ones. The Technocracy had made special efforts to spend as little money on this state visit as possible. No lavish airport meeting-ceremony, no expensive military-escort motorcade, no parades and no banquets. It was the Singlish government's modus operandi: never let the state pay for something she doesn't have to. This was especially true when dealing with the former colonial power, Chairman Suen wanted to appear on equal footing with the westerners, or even in a superior position. There would be no Singlish supplication in this century.
“They're a little late, aren't they?” Asked the man at the head of the table. Fatter, older, balder and smoking a cigar, Councillor Robin Kwong held the seat of honour, right in front of the Technocracy's symbol. They were his chambers, after all.
“Mid-afternoon traffic coming in from the airport,” answered the other man, “You know how it is.” He had a full head of hair and wore some fashionably round spectacles. He was already helping himself to some brandy; Suen Kwok-nang, who never took a Dutch name, was the Chairman of the Republic. A ceremonial figurehead, he sat to the right of the Exteroir Councillor.
“Airport? Batavians can afford to fly?” The two enjoyed a hearty chuckle at the mean-spirited joke. It was ironic, though, since the Singlish were actually the frugal ones. The Technocracy had made special efforts to spend as little money on this state visit as possible. No lavish airport meeting-ceremony, no expensive military-escort motorcade, no parades and no banquets. It was the Singlish government's modus operandi: never let the state pay for something she doesn't have to. This was especially true when dealing with the former colonial power, Chairman Suen wanted to appear on equal footing with the westerners, or even in a superior position. There would be no Singlish supplication in this century.