Blackstone Code Chapter 1069: Playing cards
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No one wanted to get up just after soaking in the hot spring water. Obviously, Mr. President did too. He made a gesture with the housekeeper. After a while, the servants put a table into the bath.
"This is specially prepared for doing something here, and of course it is also a gift from my grandfather!" Mr. President smiled and sat at the edge of the table.
This table is quite large, it can accommodate six to eight people around the table. It is oval, and everyone will not feel that it is too high or too short when sitting in the bathtub. It is just right.
The wooden surface is not painted with anything like paint, but it gives a water-repellent greasy feel, which is the result of continuous soaking and painting with an oil made from wood.
This vegetable oil does no harm to humans, water or anyone else.
At the same time, its hydrophobicity and sealing properties ensure that the wood will not be damaged by water, like rot or something.
The top of the table is made of stone. It is unclear what material it is. It is like purple agate, and some yellow silk threads are mixed in it, which looks very beautiful.
On the table, some important areas are outlined with gold and silver lines, such as betting areas, card positions and so on.
Everyone gathered around, and some people said that they are not very good at playing. This is a humble statement. In fact, it is just that their grade and status are not enough to participate in such a game.
If you join it rashly, you may offend people - people sometimes think that they are not able to sit at the table because of other people!
Lynch sat at the table. Everyone knew that he was forming a consortium that belonged to him, which also indicated that he was qualified to sit on the table.
Mr. President looked at Lynch with some emotion on his face. Four years ago, he quoted this young man's words. At that time, he was humble like a random passerby on the side of the road, without any sense of existence and value. .
But at this moment, look at him, no one can ignore the impact he has had on this country and on the economy of the Commonwealth.
He even started to have a huge influence on defense and diplomacy, and he was behind a lot of things.
Mr. President considers himself a little lucky because he has a good relationship with Lynch, and Lynch donated a lot of money to him, which really came in handy.
The rest of the people are also about this grade, not too high, not like Mr. Geruno or Mr. Wardrick, Mr. Patu or the like.
Lower than them.
"Why play something?", Mr. President looked at everyone, "Piava or something?"
He is very old and in good shape, and he can even see the outline of some muscles.
Without waiting for others to answer him, he asked himself and said, "Paiwa has been around for too long. With so many of us, a game may take several hours. Let's play a simple game."
Speaking of which he started to deal cards to other people, no matter his age, his status, his status, he is qualified to make this decision.
A simple game where each player is dealt two cards and then there is a common deck.
"One dollar in the small blind, no upgrades..."
Simple and fast rules make it easy for everyone to enter the game, and the butler distributes chips for each guest, each of which is 100 yuan.
Of course, sometimes playing cards is not just playing cards, playing cards is just an appearance, it's not something that really needs to be manifested.
"A few things have given me a headache recently...", Mr. President picked up the cards in front of him, looked down, and said as if he were chatting casually, "The food is a little tight."
He then threw a green chip on it, "Two..."
This is not a simple "poker game", it has a deeper meaning.
With the outbreak of the federal immigration wave, the total population has surged, and the proportion of the immigrant population in the total federal population has exceeded 30%.
In the past few years, the food could meet the domestic demand, but in recent years it has been seriously insufficient.
With the birth of the second generation of immigrants and even the third and fourth generations of immigrants from the early to the present, more and more food gaps are starting to appear.
An interesting phenomenon is that the immigrant population is more willing than the natives of the Commonwealth when it comes to fertility issues.
In the Commonwealth, in a federal city family, it is more common for a family to have one or two children, because the pressure of life is relatively high, and having more children means a heavier burden.
In remote areas and rural areas, each family has about two to four children, because children are also a labor force. From the moment they can walk independently, they can provide a certain labor force for the family.
And the various burdens of life in the countryside are relatively easy, and people can support more children.
This is just the phenomenon of ordinary families in the Commonwealth, everyone is like this now.
But immigrants are different. They are crazy about having children. Most immigrant families have at least two children, and may have four or five children, or even more.
A sociologist was once criticized for thinking that these labor migrants were "the remnants of a society that only knew how to give birth," and his remarks also represented the views of some people.
Some problems caused by population expansion are also emerging, and the Federation's food is more dependent on imports.
There is not enough food in China for a long time, but now we need to import more food, and every year it will be more than the previous year!
Increasing import pressure has made grain an issue that constrains the federal foreign policy. Recently, in the negotiations on some international issues, grain has been brought to the table.
If it wasn't for Truman and Mr. President talking about it, he wouldn't even know that they would have to make concessions on certain issues because of the food!
The gentleman on the left of the president also picked up his hand and looked at it, "Don't follow...", and threw his hand to the discard area.
The second is Lynch.
Lynch didn't even look at it, and threw a two-dollar chip into the betting area, "call..."
He paused as he spoke, "Nagalil can provide us with a large amount of food every year, and these problems are easy to solve."
"We can use some policies to influence the choice of the people of Nagalil on employment issues. If the return of growing crops is greater than the work, people will know how to choose."
Mr. President nodded, "This is a solution. There are also cattle and sheep. We don't eat much plants, but more animals, especially beef!"
Lynch seems to realize something, the cows of Nagalil... honestly don't taste very good.
The local climate is relatively hot, and there are many mosquitoes and the like. The local cattle are all of that kind of bison. Even if they are domesticated, they still retain the genes of bison.
This type of cattle has some notable characteristics, such as a particularly thick hide.
The reason for their thicker skin is that they need thicker skin to resist mosquito bites, as well as better defenses against predators.
Secondly, these cows don't have much fat in their bodies, just some fascia and muscles that are hard to bite.
People like the texture of fat, so most of the beef fed to people federally is slightly fatty.
You don't even need to put extra oil in the frying pan, and you can fry some oil in no time.
If it's whole lean beef...if anyone has fry it in oil, you'll understand that the heat causes some muscle fibers to contract, and eventually the beef will be as hard as a rock and hard to swallow.
So if you want beef that is more suitable for consumption, you must find it from temperate and cold regions.
The lean meat and fat meat in temperate beef vary according to the variety and environment, but there will always be some fat meat.
Cow in the sub-frigid zone and near the frigid zone needs fat to protect from the cold. The beef of this kind of cattle has more fat content, which is more tender and more delicious when eaten.
The best beef produced by the Federation comes from the North, because the North is colder and the beef is higher in fat, so tender that it almost melts in the mouth!
If you go further north... it's Marillo.
Maybe Mr. President was implying something, Lynch didn't respond, just looked to his left.
Four consecutive gentlemen lost their cards, and at the fifth gentleman, he also invested two dollars, "Follow."
"Actually, Mr. Lynch said almost what he just said, I'll add some more."
As he looked at his cards, he said, "I think we should be tougher on these people. If the federal government can give us some favorable policies, I am willing to look for some suppliers internationally."
Mr. President was silent for a while, "What kind of favorable policies do you think the government should have to be good for you?"
"Tax exemption, subsidy, or an export franchise in a certain area..." The gentleman put the card back, "It must be driven by interests, you know, every decision we make will have thousands of It is impossible for us to bear this part of the loss by ourselves.”
Someone then gave up, turned around, and turned to Mr. President. He thought for a while, tapped the table, and then turned over the fourth community card.
Mr. President seems to be thinking ~IndoMTL.com~ After a minute or so, he dropped another two dollar chip on the table, "I think my cards are okay, maybe we can try !”
After he finished speaking, he looked at Lynch, who lost a chip to catch up, as did the other person.
When the last community card was turned over, Lynch shook his head and threw the card to the discard area. So did the other person. Mr. President won this game.
He won a total of... twelve dollars, not a lot, but he seemed happy.
The game starts again, every time Mr. President will discuss some issues with everyone, sometimes he can win, sometimes he can't, everything looks like an ordinary game.
But everyone knows that it is not an ordinary game, it has its value and meaning, but some people can understand it, some people can't.
Whether it is politics or capital, to put it bluntly, it is a game of cards.
Mr. President, the capitalist, is just an identity, an identity used to participate in the game!