Chapter 4372

"Can we set up a foundation?" Barry said, "Specifically to help the poor, give them clothes and food, at least don't let them freeze to death. Perhaps we can help those who are healthy among them to get treatment and let them return to society."

"And then be kicked out again?" J'onn said, "I know, if you spend a lot of money and resources, you might indeed be able to save some people, but the efficiency is too low, we have to admit. What we can do is too limited. Precisely because of this, we must seek an efficient method to solve problems for more people."

"Is it possible to start with the general election?" Diana said, "Can we elect a better government to take office?"

Everyone booed, especially the Americans. Arthur sneered and said, "The current general election is not voting for the party you like, but voting for the opponent of the party you hate. Of two evils, choose the lesser, not to mention it's not lesser, at most it's just venting anger."

Diana sighed. She also felt it was absurd, after all, these two parties haven't taken turns in power, which year was good?

"I think we should make full use of our superpowers," J'onn said, "I can brainwash a group of people, make them not so excessive, at least in the field of medical care or relief, slightly relax some conditions."

"The problem now is that the resources at the bottom are limited. If you order a group of people to tilt resources toward a part of the people, then another part of the people will not get them." Bruce spoke up, "And if you want to make resources flow downward, then you can only change the upper-level pattern, and this is very difficult to change."

"Can't you brainwash the upper-level people?" Victor asked again, "Perhaps I can control the Federal Reserve and let them send money to the bottom."

Even Barry was shaking his head at this method, anyone who knows a little economics knows that sending money is fundamentally useless, especially large-scale sending of money, the final result is inflation and interest rate hikes.

Barry scratched his head in a bit of a breakdown. Diana kept sighing. Arthur kept a straight face and didn't speak. J'onn didn't even eat Oreos anymore. Victor pursed his lips. Finally, everyone looked at Bruce.

"Have you heard of the Cold War?" Bruce asked.

The only pure post-Cold War era people here are Barry, Arthur, and Victor. Everyone else has experienced it personally, and even if they haven't experienced it, they have heard of it, so they all nodded.

"The social atmosphere during the Cold War was actually not good, everyone was very nervous, feeling that a hot war would break out at any time, and the world might be destroyed. But I have to admit, material life was relatively good," Bruce said, "Or rather, the social atmosphere was relatively mild, internal friction was not so serious, and people were not so indifferent to each other."

J'onn nodded, he had deep personal experience, he said: "At that time, many people were actually very united, especially scientists, they all felt that humans could soar, and everyone was working hard for this. Even if there were some contradictions within the group, everyone could tolerate each other because of like-mindedness."

"But later, especially ten years after the end of the Cold War, the situation of mutual reporting and mutual exclusion that appeared in the police station where I worked became very frequent. Not only between colleagues, but also between police stations and police stations, state police and state police, and later they didn't even cooperate to pursue criminals. This led to many serious criminals running away."

"If it were the Cold War era, this kind of thing would almost never happen. Because once a scandal broke out, the entire state's police system would be reshuffled, and not just the police system, congressmen would also be strictly investigated. Because that great power on the opposite side would really make a fuss about this kind of thing. We also worked hard, didn't want to lose to them, and wished we could work 20 hours a day."

"Most importantly, at that time we had abundant supplies, could choose to buy goods in the supermarket at will, and watching the newspaper say the opposite side could only eat a limited number of canned goods, even if it was eating frozen food, everyone was very happy. At least we had many choices, we were free enough. And because the sense of happiness was high, everyone's temper would be relatively good."

"At that time, the community I lived in not only didn't exclude people who had accidents, everyone would go to visit the sick together and give them some near-expired food they couldn't finish. And people who temporarily fell to the bottom would not be very desperate, because they felt that no matter what, it was better than the opposite shore."

"Of course, it was only the glorious few years," J'onn frowned and said, "Actually, toward the end, the signs had already appeared. If the Soviet Union hadn't collapsed, we might not have been able to hold on."

"That's right, spiritual happiness is very important," Bruce said, "After staying in an indifferent social atmosphere for a long time, people will be more aggressive and default that everyone is unfriendly. This will make the fault tolerance rate smaller, it might not have been a big deal, but because they don't let it go, in the end, everyone is unlucky together."

"Then you want to..." J'onn seemed to have reacted a little.

"Just like what J'onn just said, improving spiritual happiness and making them feel happy is one way. And another way is to lower the standard of happiness, for example, compared with other unfortunate people, or compared with the worse results expected, naturally, one feels happy."

"In the Cold War era, Americans felt that the great power on the opposite shore was extremely unfree, everything was sent down, there was no right to choose, so they would feel that they could go to the mall to shop freely and be very happy. Or, everyone felt that a hot war might break out, and then they would have to tighten their belts, and even go to the battlefield, then if it didn't break out, they would also feel very happy."

"Wait," Diana interrupted him, then said, "Why do I feel something is wrong."

"Sacrifice is necessary," Bruce looked at her and said, "I mean ourselves."

Others looked at each other and narrowed their eyes.

With a click, the lights in the office turned on. The politician in a suit and leather shoes pointed to the chair opposite, the man in a jacket was a bit at a loss, but he still pulled out the chair and sat down, then asked very anxiously: "As long as I help, you won't make me pay compensation, and you will let me return to my post, right?"

"That's right, in fact, we have already found many super-powered individuals through the super-powered management organization, but they are all unwilling to cooperate. We saw the video of you defeating the troublemakers that day, we think you have such ability, right? Mr. Hal Jordan?"

"I... indeed have superpowers," he coughed, then rubbed his nose and said, "In fact, I even went to outer space, conducted a series of arduous training, and I was the student with the best grades in that training class."

"Then can you move the Capitol building back to Washington?"

"Yes, no problem," he said, "This kind of ability is very good at moving things, if you don't believe it, I can perform for you."

The other party made a gesture of invitation. The man called Hal took a deep breath, and as soon as he raised his hand, the table floated up.

"This thing is too small, there's no challenge," he said, "Actually, I can make this building fly."

"That's not necessary," the politician said, "We believe you. As long as you can move the Capitol building back to Washington, D. C., we guarantee that you can regain your job as a test pilot, and the compensation pursued against you before can all be canceled."

"Alright," Hal moved his wrist, then said, "I can't wait, when do we start?"

"This mainly depends on you," the politician said, "I require that when you move it, you must absolutely not hurt the people inside, and you must not affect any machines inside. What it was like in Metropolis, it must be like that when it arrives in Washington, D. C., can you do it?"

"No problem."

"Then do you still need to prepare?"

"No need," Hal stood up, "If I move it back now, when can I resume my post?"

"Tomorrow morning," the politician said, "As long as the Capitol building can appear in Washington, D. C. tonight, you can go to work tomorrow morning."

"Great," Hal breathed a sigh of relief, "I'll go now."

A few minutes later, a figure glowing with green light appeared over the Capitol building. He took a deep breath, and then the green light gradually enveloped the Capitol building, and the entire Capitol Hill rose into the air again, flying toward Washington.

Hal's speed was very fast, and the entire moving process was also very stable. Not long after, Capitol Hill landed in its original position. Hal was a test pilot with a good sense of direction; he even aligned the cracks on the ground, and the entire Capitol Hill looked as if it had never moved.

He circled a few times in the sky, very satisfied with his work. But what he didn't know was that the Capitol building was already in an uproar at this moment.

"Who allowed that damn guy to move us back?!" a congressman roared, "The review process for the re-vote is about to pass, why did he move us back?!!!"

"Damn it, it must be the good deed of the opposite side," someone said through gritted teeth, "They just want to reject the re-vote because they have the lead in votes! Before the final ruling result comes down, restoring Capitol Hill to its original position is very unfavorable to us!"

"Who is that guy glowing green?! Go check for me immediately! Who did he listen to to do such a stupid thing?!"

"Just a little bit, just a little bit! I bet the ruling next week will definitely favor us, we could have re-voted!"

Visibly, one group of congressmen was gritting their teeth, making crazy phone calls, while the other faction was smug, obviously, moving Capitol Hill back was beneficial to them.

"A. R. G. U. S. is indeed unreliable," one of the old congressmen said, "Those agents have never accomplished anything, we still have to do it ourselves. What is this green superhero called?"

"He said he is Green Lantern, seems like he was a failed test pilot before."

"How much money did he want?"

"He didn't want money, just didn't want to bear the compensation for the test flight failure, and wanted to return to his original post. Should we let him go back?"

"Go back my ass, he can fly himself, what kind of test flight is he doing. We must make him work for us. Does he have any relatives?"

"I checked, seems like he has a girlfriend."

"Go find her, let her persuade this superhero. What's so good about hanging out with those greenhorns in the military? As long as he is willing to work for us, isn't it much better than being a small test pilot?"

The next morning, Hal was ready to go, heading to the work base, but was stopped by the security guard at the door.

"What are you doing? I'll say it again! You have been fired! Hal Jordan, I advise you not to make trouble again..."

"How is that possible? Didn't anyone tell you that I have been restored to my original post? Didn't you watch the news yesterday? The Capitol building was moved back by me, they promised me!"

"Go, go, don't get in the way here. If you were restored to your position, someone would have notified me. We received no notification, get lost immediately!"

Hal didn't believe in evil and took out his phone to call that person. But before he could dial out, another call came in.

"Hal..." the girlfriend's voice coming from the other end of the phone was trembling, she said, "You, can you come over for a moment? I have something I want to talk to you about..."

"Sorry, I have something to do now," Hal glanced inside the base.

"But it's really important, please, come over, I beg you..."

Hal knew his girlfriend was a very strong woman and would not talk to him in this tone under normal circumstances. He immediately realized that something had happened, gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and flew toward the direction of his girlfriend's house.

?? Don't even think about running, any of you.