Blackstone Code Chapter 657: Bang together
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There was silence in the room, and Mr. Trueman's expression was strange.
He held back as if he had something unspeakable, but also concealed an impulse, his complexion was a little red, this was not the effect of alcohol, it was purely emotional.
He clenched his fists and shook his head, "It's too hard."
Too hard.
What's so hard?
He didn't say it, but neither he nor Lynch knew it was too hard, and it was too hard to fight back against those syndicates.
They have too many resources in their hands, and it is not something that an ordinary businessman or an ordinary government official can do.
Like these consortiums, they have supported batch after batch of politicians. Some of the top consortiums have supported several generations of presidents, and even some of the consortiums have members of the president's family at the core!
Like the three generations of presidents in the history of the federation, they brought this family a full 24 years of presidential administration. During these long 24 years, a huge family has developed around this family. interest group.
Beyond this interest group, there is a larger layer.
In fact, the power of capital has long been out of control. The government's restraint on capital is just a script written by politicians and capitalists to create an environment suitable for ordinary people to live.
Impeachment of the president, dismissal of the president, or even various accidents and assassinations, capitalists have never had much awe of politics!
Even the president has a hard time fighting against capital, let alone two ordinary people.
Lynch raised his glass and touched Mr. Trueman. He took a sip. "We're not completely out of luck. I know what you've been doing recently is just pretending."
Mr. Truman was a little surprised. He put down his glass and raised his eyebrows, "Is it so obvious?"
Lynch nodded. "Everyone knows who you are. You've changed so fast, it's so fake, but no one will debunk that."
"Everyone knows that even though you're playing that role, if you want to do it well, you have to be in it."
"One day, one week, one month, maybe you won't have much change, but what about half a year?"
"What about a year?"
"Three to five years or even ten years?"
"Will you change anything?"
Mr. Truman's expression became solemn, and Lynch nodded slightly, "Yes, you will change, you have played such a long role, and soon you will have a kind of A feeling of confusion."
"You will not be able to tell which you you are playing, the one who is unwilling to bow to capital, or the one who gets along well with everyone. You will be confused."
"Then the two you will slowly merge into a new you, the one you least want to be!"
"Truman, my friend, no matter whether our interests are aligned or not, as a friend, I will tell you to be yourself and not to do things that you will regret."
Mr. Truman was already a little fidgety listening to this. He stood up and walked to the bar with a glass of wine. He was going to pour himself some wine to hide his emotions just now.
"You... make some sense." He thought that he could only answer this way. During this time, he did feel a lot more relaxed. He has been dealing with those capitalists. He didn't feel this kind of problem before. It wasn't until this moment that Lynch brought it up that he suddenly became alert.
The daily life of being a drunkard, those capitalists are talking to him and flattering him, those depraved and rotten lives have made him start to change himself, but he himself doesn't know anything!
If Lynch hadn't said it, he wouldn't have known that he had actually undergone some subtle changes.
At first he was very disgusted when he went to those parties, the capitalists squandered the blood and sweat of the people for pleasure, and they sought excitement in the process of trampling on the dignity of others, all of which made Mr. Trueman Very disgusted.
But now, he seems to have adapted!
He broke out in a cold sweat and stood at the bar in the distance without coming back. He just sat there, afraid that if he was too close to Lynch, Lynch would find out about his situation through some of his subtle changes.
This young man really doesn't look like a young man. If he doesn't consider his appearance, Mr. Truman always feels that he is not talking to a young man in his twenties, but a man in his sixties and seventies. Or older, full of wisdom and wise men with rich life experience.
For ten minutes, neither of them spoke, both were thinking about their own affairs.
More than ten minutes later, Mr. Trueman returned to the sofa with the wine glass and bottle. He had already sorted out his emotions.
"I know what you're saying is true, and I really just want to perfunctory the current situation first, and then change the way to achieve my purpose, but it seems that this will not work."
Mr. Truman's original idea was to maintain a slightly harmonious relationship with the capitalists, so that sometimes some of his demands could not be achieved through similar "attacks", but various compromises or exchange of interests .
This is also at the heart of politics.
But now, Lynch told him that going down this road would turn him into another Truman, a... himself that he didn't even like.
After adjusting his mentality, he began to seek the answer, "What do you think, what should we do?"
Lynch always maintained his bearing. He raised the wine glass in his hand and watched the amber liquid in it flowing between the ice cubes. The ice cubes under the liquid had been mixed with the wine and could not be seen. , only those ice cubes above the liquid can be clearly distinguished.
"Did you know that in nature, some group predators also exist in our situation, collision, annexation, or fusion between groups."
"If a small group does not want its own group to be annexed by other large groups, or their descendants to be killed, the only thing they can do is to let other groups understand a simple truth, annexing their group is a price to pay .”
"A terrible price!" Lynch deepened his tone, "so that some ethnic groups may be hit hard by this, and only in this way can they give up."
"Actually, the same is true of us. They want to force us to bow their heads, so let's fight!"
"Let's see if our bones are hard or their teeth are hard."
"When they sense a danger that threatens to shake their dominance, they wag their tails like a dog in search of compromise."
"Capital is more direct than animals, because here, profit is the main theme!"
"Anyone can be abandoned, as long as it is in the interests of the majority, then sacrificing the few becomes a matter of course."
"We can't be the few, Truman, no matter what happens in the future, at least for now we should stand together..."
Mr. Truman listened carefully, nodding his head, "Do you have any good ideas?"
Lynch put down the glass and said in a firm voice, "Yes, but you need your cooperation."
"Tsk...I suddenly feel that the words you said before are all preparing for this sentence!" Mr. Truman couldn't help laughing when he heard this, but he knew very well that even if Those are foreshadowing, and they are all facts.
Besides, it's not a shame to be persuaded in the Commonwealth. Don't you see that the status of those political brokers is higher than some ordinary politicians?
Why are they liked by politicians and capitalists?
Isn't it just because they have some good ideas and talk better than others?
It sounds incredible to pay people to convince people, but that's what happened and will continue.
The two then discussed for a while before Mr. Trueman got up to say goodbye. He had a cold dinner party to attend soon, obviously during the holiday, but now he was busier than when he was at work.
After chatting with Lynch, he also firmed up his thoughts, everything is for the future!
After sending Mr. Trueman away, Lynch breathed a sigh of relief. Mr. Trueman was a very important role in all his plans, because the federal military was standing behind him.
The federal military is a very special and independent existence. Neither the federal president nor the Ministry of Defense ~IndoMTL.com~ can completely interfere with the military's decision, and can only ask the military to cooperate.
In the past, the Federation was afraid of war and did not dare to fight, and the status of the military was reduced to the lowest level. It was obviously the fault of the politicians and the choice of the public. In the end, the blame was left to the military, which also led to Later disarmament.
It is a miracle of the world that such a funny thing can happen by interrupting one's hands in order to prove to others that he is harmless.
However, the situation is a little better now. The victory of the navy has brought an unprecedented rise to the military's status. The military is becoming more and more important, and Mr. Truman's capital is also getting stronger.
It's stupid that he's not used to using this part to his advantage, Lynch will show him the right way to use the background.
Not long after sending Mr. Trueman away, he made another call to Mr. Wardrick and made an appointment to meet in the afternoon.
Mr. Wardrick informed him once before the incident happened, Lynch would be sympathetic, and secondly, if he wanted to do something, it was not enough just for him and Mr. Truman, and it was necessary to win over a decisive force. It is necessary for people to enter this small circle.
Mr. Wardrick is more suitable than the other unreliable people.
He doesn't have many heirs, he doesn't have too many complicated relationships, and his desires are not that strong, plus this time Mr. Wardrick is also a "victim" in a way, he has all the condition.
The decision of the board of directors to directly reject the president is actually a very shameful thing - of course, for the president, he has already become the president and was rejected by the board of directors. His status in the company, in the group, and in the consortium will all be because of This rejection produces a bad change.
It's just that he himself knows very well that he can't do anything, but Lynch will give him a chance, a chance to prove his status.