Chapter 27 epilogue fluffy planet

Holloway put the blast control panel on the ground and looked at Papa Fluffy. "Well," said Holloway, "we practiced." Papa Fluffy looked at him, and then at Carl, who was about to go crazy waiting for orders.Papa Fluffy waited and waited and waited until Carl started whining under his breath, as if complaining: If you don't do something soon, I'm going to pee all over myself, when Papa Fluffy opened his mouth.Holloway couldn't hear the command to light it, but Carl apparently did, and it galloped forward, slamming its claws on the panel. The salvo of fireworks instantly lit up the sky, rushed straight above the heads of humans and Mao Mao, stopped on the top floor of the original Zara Group administrative building, and finally bloomed into dazzling sparks.Everyone started cheering in their own way, except Karl.Carl thought the "bang" was too loud, and he didn't like it.Holloway fed Carl all the leftover hot dogs, and he was content again.

And just like that, Zara 23 is no longer Zara 23.Now, it's officially Maomao Planet. To be on the safe side, the documents for the final handover of the planet were completed earlier in the day. After the last Zara Group employee and the last machine were on board the starship, the colony officially handed over the management of the planet to Holloway In his hands, his current title is Plenipotentiary Representative of the Mao Mao Kingdom.Holloway signed the relevant documents, shook hands with the official officials of the colony planet, and then pulled Papa Mao Mao and the officials to stand for a group photo before finishing the work.From the point of view of Colonial Star officials, the planet has become independent from this moment.

But everyone knows that after the fireworks are over, they can be considered officially independent. After the fireworks were set off, the party was once again immersed in joyous laughter, singing and dancing.Holloway bent down to pick up the detonation panel, turned off the power, waved to Dr. Chen who was chatting enthusiastically with a group of Mao Mao, and then walked towards Isabel who was looking at him with a smile. "Here," Holloway handed her the information board, "I think you might want to keep a souvenir." "It's so fun," Isabel took the information board from him, "I can't believe you let the dog set off the fireworks again. And let Papa Fluffy follow you around on such a formal occasion."

"You know," Holloway said, "it's a good trick. Besides, Papa Fluffy is the commander of Fluffy, and I'm his plenipotentiary, and we won't get into any trouble with the blasting." "Jack Holloway," Isabel said, "you always know how to avoid trouble in advance. But this proves me right, you did teach Carl to detonate explosives." Isabel also poked Holloway in the chest . "Finally caught by you." Holloway surrendered, "You won." "The taste of victory is really sweet." Isabel said proudly. "I believe so." Holloway looked around. "Where's your husband? He missed the fireworks."

"He's still on a conference call with Chad Byrne," Isabelle said. "They're still talking to the tour group explaining why the bush tour proposed by the tour group is a bad idea for anyone who doesn't want to be eaten." "As long as Maomao can share their due tourism income, I am very satisfied that tourists are eaten." Holloway said. "This way there will be less repeat business." Isabel said. "Hey, I'm in charge of the ideas," Holloway said. "Chad and Mark are in charge of the details." "Also, don't think I didn't realize you were slacking off," Isabel said. "If you keep Mark so busy, it doesn't make sense for me to marry him."

"Mark is not the only one busy, Dr. Isabel Vanga, the Minister of Science and Exploration of the Mau Mao Kingdom." Holloway deliberately used the full title of her official title. "It's cute," Isabelle said, "but at least my job is interesting. The job you make Mark do is drudgery." "Planetary counsel isn't all drudgery," Holloway said. "It's hard work for you to make him do that," Isabel said. "It takes more than parties and fireworks to build a country," Holloway said. "It's okay for people who are still at the party after the fireworks to say that." Isabel said, "I have an idea, you, Mr. Plenipotentiary of the Mao Mao Kingdom, go find my husband and bring him to the party. Then he will Can finally enjoy the fruits of victory in building a country. Then give me and him a week off, so that we can finally have a honeymoon and enjoy the sweet fruits of marriage."

"It's a great proposition," Holloway said. "And speaking of honeymoons, I hear we're about to do a pretty spectacular bush tour." "You try it first, Jack." Isabel patted his cheek lightly, "Bring my husband, thank you." "Here we go," said Holloway.He walked towards the exit of the floor, not forgetting to take two bottles of beer from the refrigerator on the way. Holloway found him in Sullivan's office, which used to be Janice Meyer's and is now his. Holloway knocked on the open door. "Your wife sent me to take you there," he said, and went into the office, handing Sullivan a bottle of beer.

Sullivan took it. "Great. I'm ready and thinking about it." He asked again. "Did I miss something important?" "You missed the fireworks," Holloway said. "I saw it from the window," Sullivan asked. "You made Carl light the fire?" "It felt like it should be set on fire, and we all renamed Aubrey Town to Fort Carr," Holloway said. "The first colony capital in the universe named after a dog," Sullivan said, "our kingdom is really full of firsts." "To the Kingdom of Mao Mao." Holloway held up the beer bottle.

"To the Kingdom of Mao Mao." Sullivan also toasted.They touched the bottles and drank. "Has anything been decided about the bush trip?" Holloway asked. "After Chad posted a few videos of Zara Athlon in action, they stopped," Sullivan said. "The bloody and violent predators are the most introspective. Of course, after a few minutes after we finished communicating with them , one of them approached Chad again and proposed to open a hunting trip." "The entrepreneurial spirit is really indomitable." Holloway commented. "Not very sensible," Sullivan agreed. "I'm going to try to promote safari trips, as long as the tourists are equipped with nothing but knives." Holloway laughed at this. “But I’m not really too worried about ecotourists,” Sullivan said. “Mining companies are the real problem.”

"We've made it very clear," Holloway said, "that no commercial mining of any kind will be allowed for at least 20 years, and mining must be kept to a minimum after 20 years." "There are always people who think they can get around the rules," Sullivan said, "especially for the Sunstone. We've caught a couple of private surveyors. Ore. One even managed to steer a ship to the seam you found, Jack." "What did you do with him?" Holloway asked. "We didn't dispose of him," Sullivan said. "We found a severed arm next to the ship."

"Problem solved," Holloway concluded. "It's only going to get worse," Sullivan reminded him. "I know," said Holloway, "to add to the 'to be resolved' pile." "What do you think, Jack?" Sullivan asked. "Is it worth the trouble?" "It's better than no trouble," Holloway said, "for us and for Fluffy." The two did not speak for a while, drinking beer in silence. "Jack," said Sullivan, "you remember that I perjured myself at your preliminary interrogation. I said I saw Chad meet and talk with you." "I remember," said Holloway, "I remember thinking it must be hard for you to do this." "It's very difficult, and I can't let go of it completely now," Sullivan said. "Every time I think about it, it's like a little bug gnaws in my heart. You also perjured, Jack, and you told the same lie at the same time." .but I feel like you don't care at all." "Didn't really care," Holloway said. "I told you a while ago that sometimes it feels right to do the wrong thing. Then it feels right to do the right thing this time. It's just that I had to lie to get there. We were For a lawyer, Mark, lying is one of the necessary professional skills." "That reminds me," Sullivan said. "I checked your email again." "Someone has to look into it anyway." Holloway swallowed another gulp of beer. "The North Carolina State Bar has reinstated your bar," Sullivan said, "in recognition of your efforts and achievements in securing Mao Mao's recognition of intelligent organisms. Please be glad to hear that." "It sounds grandiose," Holloway said. "I like it, like it was the plan from the beginning." "What was your original plan, Jack?" Sullivan asked. "I thought I made it very clear that I never had a plan, Mark," Holloway said. "You say so," said Sullivan, "but I don't believe it. I know you don't either. Listen, Jack, today you helped to build a kingdom and win their world for Fuzzies that you couldn't win, Protect them from those who slaughter them for the resources in the land beneath their feet. You can't do this without a plan, and you can't do this without knowing what you're doing. So, as you know, tell I, Jack, why on earth are you doing this?" "At first it was for myself," Holloway said after a minute, "because I've always acted that way, and it seemed to be doing me well all the time. Then, I was just curious to see how things would play out. , what the hell am I going to get out of it. I ended up doing it because I knew how things had to go, and I knew only I could guarantee the end result." "Why only you can guarantee it?" Sullivan said. "Because Papa Fluffy got me wrong," Holloway said. "Papa says I'm a good guy. I'm not, Mark. I'm selfish, I don't care about moral principles, and I'm happy to cheat to get what I want. You can't get past yourself by perjury. , and I don't even bat an eye." "Momomo needs people like me," Holloway said. "Don't get me wrong, they need good people too, like you, like Isabel and Chad Burne. They need you three more than they need now. But I have to get them into your hands before you can help them. Only I can do this. Because I can punch my clients for invalidation; ;I can fool anyone into thinking they know what I'm doing, that they know what I'm up to, and lead them along, to do what I want at the exact moment I want it to be done." "Mark, I'm not a good guy," said Holloway, "but I'm a right guy. Do this, and that's enough." Sullivan stared at Holloway for a moment, then raised his beer bottle. "To you," he said, "to you, Jack." Holloway laughed, touched the bottle with Sullivan, and drank his beer in one gulp.