Blackstone Code Chapter 710: New life

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"Father!"

When he heard this sentence, Drago's heart finally calmed down. He looked back at the motorcade that disappeared into the night, and knew that Lynch had completely left.

They talked for an afternoon but didn't have dinner together that night, which Lynch gave him and his family.

Until a minute ago, Lynch sent him here, outside a single-family villa in a high-end community in the central area of ​​Bupen City.

The villa is small, compared to his governor's palace.

But this is more of a "home".

It's a wonderful, magical, indescribable feeling, it's just how he feels, especially when his eldest son shouts out the word "father" as his family greets him at the door. Breathed a sigh of relief.

Safe and stable.

Lynch had been talking to him about life in the Federation all afternoon, and he was also reminding him not to try to use some of his remaining powers to do something.

In order to win over Drager, the joint development company gave one of the provincial governors like him a share.

This share is not too much, but it is not too small. The annual dividends are in the millions, which can be regarded as an alternative commitment.

As long as they are willing to take refuge with the Commonwealth, they may lose their potential, but at least they have no worries about food and clothing, and money is better than power in the Commonwealth.

But he can't want to seriously go to work as a board member, or go back to Nagalil to do business, and JD won't allow him to do that unless he wants to disappear completely.

Drager, who had figured out everything, had a lot of complicated emotions, which kept surging, and finally turned into a sigh.

Fortunately, he still has a life and a family.

He looked back at his eldest son and his youngest son. These two children were his favorites. At this time, there was no trace of Nagalil in them.

The eldest son wears trendy clothes that Drager doesn't understand, and has a very popular hairstyle. What makes Drager even more incredible is that he even wears a few ear studs.

In Nagalil, only priests would tattoo and pierce their faces, not ordinary people.

The second son was standing relatively back, not showing much joy on his face, as if he was still dissatisfied that Drago didn't keep him in Nagalil.

And the youngest and his two daughters, all obediently standing aside, his wife standing last.

His wife has changed the most. She no longer wears the traditional clothes of Nagalil, but has replaced the clothes that the Commonwealth are used to wearing.

This disparity made Drager a little inexplicably annoyed. He felt that wearing these clothes on this woman was a waste of these clothes, but the annoyance soon dissipated.

Everyone changes, and so does myself, becoming the person I hate the most.

Since he can change, why should he blame others for changes?

"Here I am!", he said after standing in front of the people for a while.

Drager's eldest son immediately gave the father a hug, "You're finally here, father, we miss you so much..."

The group entered the room and dinner was ready. The security committee informed them that Drager would be back for dinner, so they asked the maid to prepare a sumptuous dinner.

After a brief grooming and a change of casual clothes, he sat down at the dining table.

The table is full of very hearty food, about half of which he doesn't know what it is, but it's beautiful, and the tempting aroma fills the entire restaurant.

Their maid pushes a dining cart with utensils like sauces or main dishes, and she keeps bringing some to the family members sitting at the table.

"Father, how is the situation over there?", Drager's eldest son asked before starting.

Drager shook his head, "The Federals are like greedy hyenas, they won't let new developments and changes over there, so I retired early."

"It's a pity your brother, he doesn't seem to have seen the situation over there. I once persuaded him to come back with me, but he gave up."

It's his own son after all, he said the good and the bad and let his third son choose, but that guy still chose power, even if it was fake power.

He didn't follow Drago to the federation, which made Dragg a little self-blame, but this feeling of self-blame quickly disappeared, he is a ruler, and the ruler's ability to manage his emotions is better than ordinary People are better.

"Let's eat, don't talk about me, talk about how you're doing here!" Drago staggered the topic well, the more he talked about Nagalil, the more he actually Show his incompetence.

If he really had the ability, he wouldn't be sitting here now. Maybe some people say that no one can do better in this situation, but is there anyone who insists on it?

So he changed the subject and changed it.

"This...it's actually quite good." Drago's eldest son put down the knife and fork in his hand and answered this question after serious consideration for a while.

"Our possessions ensure that we live very comfortably here, where money can buy everything."

"Fine food, thoughtful service, everything for enjoyment, and even help from politicians!", the eldest son looked at Drager, "You may not know, the Commonwealth is more magical than we think Much more."

"As long as there is money, politicians will speak for us. You may not know that when we first came here, our neighbors complained about our race and tried to evict us through the vote of community owners." /

"But...we spent a little money and found a local councillor (Buren City Councillor), we supported him for a little bit of money, and he helped us solve the problem."

"I think we should do something or the money will run out one day..."

Drager listened carefully to what the eldest son said, and put down his knife and fork with a serious expression, "No, we won't do anything."

"Our money and the dividends from the joint development company are enough for two generations of us to live a prosperous life. There is no need to waste a lot of money and energy on things that do not make sense."

"It's my fault to discuss these issues at the table, let's eat first!", he picked up the knife and fork again, and the children at the table and the wife sitting in the tail seat dared to continue the meal.

The only good thing about a somewhat dull dinner is that it's very hearty.

After the meal, Drager's second son went directly to his room. The two daughters and the younger son also returned to their room after asking for instructions. He and his eldest son went to the study.

"The new study room, after we set it up, we only clean it regularly, no one uses it!", the eldest son explained some of Drager's habits.

Drager nodded in satisfaction. He sat on the chair and patted the leather-wrapped armrests. This Federation chair is indeed much more comfortable than his rattan chairs, at least without poking the buttocks.

After the eldest son also sat down, Drago turned his attention back to his own child, "I know what you mean at the dinner table, but I warn you, it's better not to do that."

"The federal people will not allow us to do things that we shouldn't do. If you pay attention to the federal government at all levels, you will find that in those important positions, there are no immigrants, no women, no Minorities!"

This homework was done before Drager came, and Lynch also hinted to him in the afternoon, don't think about using some influence here to regain power, at least he and his son do not have such qualifications.

It's not a reminder, it's a warning, he knows it well.

The eldest son was a little hard to accept after hearing this. After he came here, he lived through the days in a daze, and finally found a new goal, but was strangled by his father.

"I don't understand, do we, our descendants, can only be kept in cages like us?" His voice was a bit bitter, and he suddenly began to envy his younger brother who stayed in Nagalil, and maybe not Not free, but at least a little free ~IndoMTL.com~ Drago squeezed his temples with his hands, squinted his eyes and shook his head, "No, you're going to be a playboy, find a way to reach more descendants of the powerful, and They get on well and then figure out a way to marry the daughter of a celebrity."

"I, you, your generation can't do anything, but your next generation can!"

"I know you're not reconciled, and I'm not reconciled, but there's nothing we can do."

"If you want to play this game, then you must join this game as a player!"

"Your child is the player, not you!"

In the early morning of the next day, people from the Security Committee came to the door. It was not a bad thing. It just told Drager that the Security Committee would now be responsible for his security in the Federation, and hoped that he would choose some Bodyguards from legitimate security agencies offer some protection.

The Security Committee can provide special work as a bodyguard to protect him, of course, he can also find it himself, in short, double protection is required.

He is very important, and there is no room for error in a short period of time.

The next step is to arrange for him to participate in some TV shows, as Lynch said when he communicated with him yesterday, as a "dictator" in the eyes of the federal people, some of his personal words are more than the federal government. Propaganda is easier to gain people's trust.

Smearing the government and questioning the government has become a correct trend at the bottom of the federation, and the top federation has no plans to change anything.

It's like the same sentence, when parents say it to a child, the child will only take this sentence as a fart, but when their friends say it to them, they will take it seriously in their hearts and seriously execution.

For the entire Commonwealth, the nation is the parent and the people are the children.

Children's dissatisfaction, parents will not take it to heart.