Blackstone Code Chapter 1361: You have betrayed our trust
In the morning, after having breakfast with the big warlord, Bergao asked the big warlord to lead him to the place where he lived-one of the villas behind the Bergao manor.
Considering the great historical significance of the matter to be discussed this time, Bergao temporarily requisitioned these villas. This is the first time he has used a presidential decree in decades after he became the president.
He was somewhat ashamed about this, but the owners of the villas that were expropriated expressed their understanding.
After all, Mariro can only usher in a new era when it truly stabilizes. As Mariro people or people living here, they also have a responsibility to contribute some of their strength to the cause of unification.
Sitting in the office, Bergao is signing some documents. Due to the impact of the extremely cold weather, some crops in the north have changed from the original two-season rotation to one season.
The reduction of food and tobacco leaves has brought a devastating blow to Mariro's economy. In the past, tobacco can be said to be the mainstay of Mariro's economy. They alone account for 100% of the world's high-quality tobacco market. more than seventy percent.
But now, the decline in tobacco production and the shortage of food have made many things difficult.
Begao has discussed these issues with some cabinet members of the central government, and they believe that the most important thing at present is to reduce the acreage of tobacco leaves and increase the acreage of food.
Because tobacco leaves cannot be supplied for export, it is nothing more than a reduction in income.
The income of the warlords from all over the world will not pay much tax to the central government at all, except for a symbolic tax payment.
Therefore, the reduction of tobacco leaf production does not have much reference significance for the central government itself. On the contrary, the reduction of grain production is the fundamental problem that shakes a country.
If there is not enough food to eat, the hungry Marillos have no idea what the **** they will turn this country into!
You know, under the rule of warlords over the years, almost everyone who lives in this country is a qualified soldier with a gun!
Hunger can drive people crazy, and if these warriors go crazy, it would be a disaster.
He is in contact with the outside world, including the Commonwealth, hoping to import a batch of food from the Commonwealth or other member countries of the World Development Council to alleviate the current domestic problems.
Of course this part of the money is paid by the various warlords.
Begao had applied to join the World Development Council, but the Federals believed that Mariro was a divided country and did not have the basic conditions for joining the World Development Council, that is, a political and military unified and complete regime.
This also made them encounter a lot of difficulties in foreign trade, such as cash crops such as tobacco leaves.
But these are not big troubles now. The big troubles are that the Federals are reluctant to export food to Mariro because...
The president wears glasses and picks up the document in his hand, and then he can only see the small words on the paper after a little distance, "The reason is that they themselves don't have enough food..."
He was a little angry, and a little helpless, he put down the document, and glanced at his son who was standing by his side, "but they only exported a lot of food to other countries not long ago, and they are turning Nagalil into a become their main food production and labor source.”
"You see, this is all the injustice of being weak."
Begao sighed. The intentional harassment by the Federalists was very obvious. Even though it was only July, it seemed that everything was fine.
According to their records in the past two years, as long as the weather starts to cool down in late September, this also means that from October to March next year, for about five months, Mariro will not be able to Suitable for farming crops!
For five months, they could not get a lot of food from the wild to meet the people's consumption. There were some crises last winter, and this year's crisis will be even more terrible!
The Commonwealths actually know the difficulties they are encountering, but they just don't help, not only do they not help, they sometimes detain their merchant ships on the grounds that they are suspected of smuggling in the Commonwealth waters!
Begao sat for a while, and he began to think about ways to solve these problems, but a lot of thinking was not practical.
He began to write letters, he wanted to write letters to heads of governments of various countries, whoever wants to sell food now will always be friends of the Marillo government!
He wrote the first letter very carefully, and then copied it, and his mind could be used for him a little, "You should go, after we announce these things in a few days, you will leave. Not open."
He said it to his son. He hoped that his son could live in the Federation. Although he hated his "neighbors", he also knew that the Federation would become stronger and stronger.
They are in a state of "awakening". A few years ago, five or six years ago, when the war was just over, the Federation at that time was like a harmless young man.
There are frequent exchanges between the two sides, and Bergao called their president and talked about some things.
At the time, the Federation gave him a very rustic, reliable, and authentic feel.
But now...it's getting stronger and more disturbing.
Beggao has been caught up in politics all his life, and he knows very well that his son's stay in Mariro will only end up like him.
I want to do something, but I can't do anything. I can only feel my weakness every day and hate my vulnerability!
His son was silent for a while, "I want to wait until August."
The movement of the transcription in Vegao's hand paused, and he turned to look at his son, looking through the gap between the spectacle frame and his forehead, into his eyes.
He looked directly at him, "Listen to me, it will be too late in a few days. The federal people will not say anything, they will definitely treat us as a phased and phased enemy."
"Now you can get through, maybe you'll be under some surveillance, but at least you're safe."
"No matter what happens in the future, you are just an ordinary federal citizen, maybe from a special background."
"But if you stay here, they'll see you as some sort of second-in-command against their forces, then they know we're puppets!"
"I didn't beg you, now I beg you, it's time to go!"
Begao's son was silent for a while. He knew that parting was coming, but when it did come, it was still a little uncomfortable.
He stepped forward and hugged Bergao. The father and son didn't speak. After hugging for a while, they separated.
"I will write back when I arrive..."
Vegao nodded, "I look forward to that moment."
The young man was silent for a while again, said "goodbye", and turned to leave.
Begao sat on the chair in a loss, looking at the blue sky outside the window. Not long after, the housekeeper told him that his son had left.
Actually, his son's wife and children were already in the Federation, and Bergao let them leave early.
He knew very well that he would become the most hated target of the Commonwealth, and it would be silly to let his son stay with him now!
He froze for a while, and after asking if the last warlord was coming, or if there was any news, he rubbed his wrists and went back to work again.
Work can make him forget these things, and work can make him feel that he has infinite power and enthusiasm in his body!
In a few days, he pursed his lips. This country will usher in a new life!
At the same time, the federal special operations team also entered the city.
At night, when the "antenna" responsible for collecting intelligence came back from the outside, his expression was a little serious.
"What's wrong?", the commander is looking at the city's plan and making a simple memory against their previous plans.
He glanced at the antenna, and as soon as he lowered his head and raised his head, everyone else's attention was focused on the antenna.
The antenna went to the table and pointed to a valley behind the central government office building, "I heard some news today that Bergao had already requisitioned this villa complex two months ago. "
"It is now full of warlords of different forces, and the situation is not quite right. It is a long time before we infer!"
The message given by Sanchez is that people will only start gathering at the end of August, and then a series of announcements will be made to the outside world on August 15th.
From the current situation on the ground, this is obviously wrong.
The commander frowned and asked, "How do you know this information?"
This is not questioning my teammates, but a pure, pure need to re-examine.
This information is related to the execution time and success of the entire plan, and he will not blindly confirm that these are true.
Antenna quickly informed the commander of its findings in several bars, and now local bars are full of people from different factions, congregating for drinks.
Antenna had a few words with some of them in the way of "I pay the bill", and found out that these people have actually arrived~IndoMTL.com~ and most of the warlords have already arrived, only a few are left. People haven't arrived yet.
At a time like this, even if someone didn't show up, it was enough for them to make a decision!
The commander immediately asked to report it after listening to it. The plaintext telegram was "Parrots are noisy", which corresponds to "Intelligence error".
A few minutes later, a drunk Sanchez was grabbed by the collar and pressed into a basin full of cold water. After he struggled instinctively for a while, the people behind him grabbed his hair and put his head on the back. He pressed it **** the mirror in front of him!
The shattered mirror split the reality, and the blood in the center slowly filled those gaps, followed by the second shot!
Two minutes later, a bruised-faced Sanchez was thrown onto the sofa, and all the women in the room were kicked out.
The federal liaison overturned the coffee table, took a chair, and sat directly opposite him.
"You lied, Sanchez!"