Blackstone Code Chapter 1091: Not necessarily beautiful, but try to make it beautiful

People will always have different thoughts and desires at different times, but one thing is the same.

That's a summary of the past and an outlook for the future.

What does the future look like?

Mr. Trueman stared into Lynch's eyes, he saw Lynch's eyes lose focus for a moment, he was thinking.

But it's like... His eyes looked through his body to a place "ahead", and that feeling made people tremble, but also had a hint of anticipation and excitement.

What will the future be like, can he really see it?

Mr. Trueman thought so.

A moment later, Lynch smiled and shook his head, "It's a very deep question, no one can answer you."

Mr. Truman looked at him with a half-smile, "I think you really saw something just now, don't you want to share it with me?"

"Fortune!"

Lynch did not refuse, and the first word was a word that made people unable to restrain the impulse and desire for it, wealth.

Then...

"Power, war!"

"You know, there are some people who think that war and capital are a means, a method, that is derived from politics. We use capital or war to solve problems, but it's not."

"Politics is not as important as I imagined, Truman, whether it is the past, present or future, politics is played by capital in the palm of your hand."

"You asked me what I saw..." He was thinking while wearing his avatar, and he seemed to be summarizing how to express what he saw, "I saw the uncontrolled capital swelled to uncontrollable levels. level.”

"Everyone is controlled by capital, whoever is rich, speaks louder, and whoever is poor, suffers all injustice, just like..."

The smile on his face made Mr. Trueman's scalp tingle slightly, "...like now!"

As it is now.

Mr. Truman breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to laugh out loud. He felt that Lynch was making fun of himself, but when he made a "laugh out loud" expression, the laugh broke his appointment. .

It didn't come out of his throat to match his expression with a "this joke is **** funny", no, it's gone.

It was as if he was being strangled by an invisible hand.

Because he realized, Lynch was right!

The election of the president is controlled by the capitalists, and the list of top leaders in various government departments is controlled by the president.

To some extent, the capitalists can control the roster of the presidential cabinet for one government, or even two - if they do a good job.

Was that true two hundred years ago?

No, that wasn't the case 200 years ago, when the federal government wasn't what it is now, politics, if not over capitalism, at least can.

Politicians take pride in guaranteeing their independence!

It wasn't like that a hundred years ago. Although capital has swelled and is out of control, the federal government is still doing its best to control capital.

They introduced a series of bills that are still in operation to restrict the expansion and fission of capital, hoping to slow down the pace of capital!

Look now...Politicians take pride in getting to know the capitalists, they will not hesitate to say something disgusting like "Mr. So-and-So supports my idea" at some point to prove they and the capitalists their relationship.

What does the future look like?

Mr. Truman felt a biting cold. Maybe a hundred years from now, politicians will be like the workers of today. The federal government is just a special "company". Its shareholders are those super conglomerates, chaebols , the big capitalists.

And everyone in this company, every politician, president, minister, undersecretary, or whatever, is just their worker!

They earn a salary that may be a lot more than other jobs, and do the same job as those workers in the factory today - accept the fate of being exploited, oppressed, controlled!

Politics will be drained of every last ounce of profit at the hands of capital, and then thrown away.

What happens when they abandon politics?

Maybe the Confederacy will split and the capitalists will fight each other for pillage, not justice.

Sad future!

Mr. Trueman was frightened by his imagination of the future, and his expression became extraordinarily serious. It was definitely not a good future.

"It sucks," he replied to Lynch.

Lynch nodded, seemingly agreeing, "Yes, it sucks."

The two looked at each other and remained silent for a long time. Mr. Trueman calmed down a little, and he asked curiously, "You are also a capitalist, why do you have such thoughts, you should hope that such a thing will happen. , right?"

"I don't agree with what you said. I have never admitted that I am a capitalist. Secondly, even if I am, I am a socially responsible and patriotic capitalist."

"I'm not like them!"

Lynch's tone was serious, as if he were addressing a multi-national head of state at some kind of large international conference, "I don't like to look for profit in destruction, which is different from them."

"And in my eyes, profit is not the only thing, I have a bottom line, I have my own moral standards, and I don't want the world to be like that."

"So I'm sitting here, and we're in a way, with the same aspirations, we don't want capital to get out of hand."

Mr. Trueman points to an error in Lynch's claim, "It's out of control!"

"Then pull it back!" Lynch responded extremely quickly.

Another period of silence followed, and Mr. Trueman tugged at his tie, which made him feel like something was stuck in his neck and he couldn't even breathe.

He thought, thought, and sweat dripped from his forehead in this cold winter.

He leaned forward and looked at Lynch, "You must be crazy, they won't let us succeed!" He said something that looked decadent, but his spirit was very high, he seemed to want to The expression is not "won't work", but "we should try".

Lynch didn't answer this time, just looked at him.

Somehow, Mr. Trueman thought about what happened to him before, and he felt more and more that Lynch was right.

He was reluctant to bow his head, so the capitalists forced him to bow his head. Even a gentleman like Mr. President could not afford to give him a vacation.

If he doesn't compromise, if he doesn't bow his head, this may be his last moment in federal politics.

Until now, he needs to attend some capitalist parties from time to time.

We don't discuss anything at the party, just chat about current affairs, then eat, drink, and have fun.

He knows that the purpose of the capitalists is to observe his attitude, and he must show that "we are a group" so that the capitalists will not be wary of him.

Capital is more inflated than ever, and they can even take control of a senior federal government official beyond the will of the President.

Really scary!

After another seven or eight seconds, Mr. Trueman asked, "Can you tell me why you think this way, I'm curious!"

Lynch should not be on his side, or should not be on the side of those who suppress the power of capital, he has no reason to be against himself.

If Lynch's answer to him is not so perfect, there may be some rift between the two parties who have been working together happily.

These rifts won't affect their continued cooperation in the short term, but it's definitely not good news in the long run!

Lynch sat on a chair with his legs crossed, his hands on his knees, "The end of madness is destruction. If capital is not restrained, it will inevitably go to madness and destruction."

"I'm just saving myself!"

Mr. Trueman leaned back and pointed at Lynch, "Good talk, I'll pretend I believe it."

He really believed it, not pretending to just say it.

Mr. Truman breathed a sigh of relief and laughed a few times, wiping the sweat from his face with a handkerchief, "It's not really fun to chat with you, I think if I have a heart attack, it It's happened a few times already."

Lynch's counterattack is still very quick, "If that's the case, what kind of flowers do you like?"

Mr. Truman was confused by Lynch's rhetorical question, "What does this have to do with what kind of flowers do I like?"

"I can buy a bunch when I go to the scan code bureau!"

Mr. Trueman pointed at Lynch and laughed recklessly, "Hahaha..."

After laughing for a while, he took a deep breath and said viciously, "I won't die until you capitalists are finished!"

No one knew about this conversation. When Lynch left, Mr. Trueman took the initiative to see him off. The two talked for a while downstairs, and then Lynch drove away.

Looking at the slow-moving motorcade in the snow, Mr. Trueman is filled with an unprecedented fighting spirit~IndoMTL.com~ He seems to have found the most correct direction, and will work hard with these goals.

He doesn't know what the future will be like, but he will do everything in his power to make it less bad!

Lynch, who was sitting in the car, was thinking about the next job. The offensive on Marillo's side was completely suspended, and those people would be withdrawn to the Federation.

Now that the Commonwealth is suffering from snowstorms, don't expect a full return to work and production until April.

Then there are only two things left to do. The first thing is related to Baiyin, but he is still in the layout and will not move for the time being.

The other thing is okay, and it has to do with food.

Although Nagalil also experienced the lowest temperature ever recorded, it was still very warm for the Commonwealth.

He can go on vacation and sort these things out by the way, it's been a while since he's gone, just in time to chat with Akumari...