Blackstone Code Chapter 1237: The aftermath is our job

"Looks like...I'm done with my work today?" After signing the last document, Mr. President screwed up the pen and put it on the table.

He tilted his head to look at his adjutant, who nodded, "Yes, Mr. President, today's work is over."

Mr. President asked again, "So I don't have any other entertainment tonight?"

"No more, you can schedule the remaining time!"

Mr. President has a lot of smiles on his face. He was bored when he was Vice President because he couldn't interfere in anything.

The nominally federal system is that three parties send candidates to participate in the election, which can be abandoned, or there can be multiple candidates.

The final winner is the President of the Federation, and the first non-partisan candidate in the ranking order is the Vice President.

The vice president's job is to supervise some of the president's executive orders and provide some reference for some policies. In short, from its written description, it is an important job.

But not actually!

That is just a decoration, a position established to prove that "the federation is a fair, just and free country", as long as normal people think about it, they will understand.

Assign a deputy to supervise his boss?

How can you be so foolish?

So the Mr. President at that time was very boring. He always felt that if he became Mr. President, he would do a very good job.

When he does become Mr. President, things get… a little less rosy.

He is so busy with his work that he has few opportunities to arrange his own time. He is constantly working every day, constantly meeting with various people, and hosting different meetings in various rooms!

Fortunately, he has some time to himself tonight.

"Make arrangements, I need to relax, don't disturb too many people, send me back to the manor..."

Soon, Mr. President's motorcade left the presidential palace, and some reporters took these photos, but they were of little value and significance.

The weather was good today, there was a lot of traffic on the street, and there was a traffic jam on the way out of the city.

Sitting in the car, Mr. President suddenly asked the adjutant a question he didn't expect, "I heard that in Nagalil earlier, when government officials and nobles traveled, the police would use batons to drive away those who blocked the traffic. Civilians of the road?"

This question is very abrupt, and it's possible that it's just because they're stuck in traffic right now.

But for the adjutant, whether intentional or unintentional, he has to answer seriously.

"Yes, Mr. President, Nagalil is not as developed as the Commonwealth."

"The streets are almost full of pedestrians, and only the local ruling and privileged classes can afford to buy and use cars."

"When they travel, they are facing a street full of pedestrians, and if there is no traffic order, the speed of the car will be slower than the walking!"

He used "maintaining traffic order" to cover up the brutality of the local ruling class, a relatively common and appropriate affix.

The Commonwealth has always taken a "I don't want to offend people" attitude when it comes to external issues, even Nagalil.

The adjutant's attitude was cautious, and he then added, "This method is very brutal and rude, and things are much better over there now."

"As far as I know, people and cars have been separated, and there will be no more barbaric behavior."

Mr. President nodded, "This is our role, helping them go from barbarism to civilization..."

The car moved again during the speech, and Mr. President closed his mouth, not interested in saying anything.

After seven o'clock in the evening, they returned to the manor, and Chris came early.

The dinner she had with Mr. President, for various reasons, everything that happened here will not be revealed to the outside world, and it is rotten in the hearts of many people.

"You don't seem to be in a good mood, what's the matter?", Mr. President manipulated the knife and fork gracefully, "If you have other business, we can put the date on the next time."

Chris came back to her senses, at first a little dazed, then shook her head, "No, it's nothing, I'm thinking about something."

Mr. President did not ask any further questions, and the two quietly enjoyed a simple but luxurious dinner.

After the meal, Mr. President changed into a set of clothes suitable for sports. It was very loose. He was very old and not suitable for the kind of fitness clothes that tightly bound his body. Chris also changed into a set. Gym clothes, those common in gyms.

Mr. President's eyes lit up when he saw her in the underground bowling alley.

Some kind of ethnographer in the Commonwealth once said that everyone has different fetishes, and that most people's special fetishes tend to be related to their hobbies, occupations, and the things they are most exposed to.

Mr. President doesn't have many hobbies. He doesn't like golf, which is a little more high-profile.

Thousands of clubs will keep him out of the public. He is a low-key person, and his family has always been a low-key family.

What could be cheaper and closer to the people than a bowling ball that can be enjoyed for a while for a few bucks?

He knew from the beginning that Chris was close to him for a reason, but he felt...he was not that easy to be shaken, but there were always exceptions, and there were always things that couldn't be rejected, such as touching to his peculiar hobbies.

There are only two people in the quiet underground sports space, Mr. President is very gentleman, "Ms. please..."

Chris picked up a ball very calmly and threw it...

Bowling is actually a sport that requires skill and physical strength. Some people may think that it does not need any physical strength because it is not fast-paced. This idea itself is wrong.

The two threw alternately. Mr. President likes the feeling of knocking down all the pins with one ball. Watching those bottles fall to the ground gives him a sense of satisfaction.

This satisfaction is stronger than the satisfaction he gets from signing those documents, because they are in his own hands, from picking up the ball to throwing it, he can clearly "see" his results.

Those files will not work.

Although he is also required for final signature confirmation, he has little understanding of what's behind those documents most of the time, which makes him a little uneasy.

As a man gets older, his sense of security is especially important, and he can easily become immersed in the movement.

Until...

"I'm a little hot," Chris said, taking off her top, but still wearing shorts and stockings, she continued to exercise as if she was doing nothing.

Her attraction to Mr. President began to gradually surpass the attraction of bowling itself to Mr. President...

Exercise is always hot and tired.

If you are tired, you must rest.

During the half-time break, Mr. President was lying on the reclining chair. He stroked Chrissy's hair and squinted slightly, as if he was enjoying it very much.

"Is there something you want to tell me over dinner, what is it?"

The hesitant Chris looked up at him, which gave Mr. President an inexplicable sense of guilt, but he liked it.

"My husband is having some trouble..."

He lowered his head and looked at Chrissy, "What's wrong with your husband?"

She didn't answer immediately. After a while, she said softly, "The Department of Justice intends to replace him."

Mr. President asked, looking surprised, "Did he do something wrong?"

For those who can get close to Mr. President, no matter men, women or children, they will be investigated by the Security Committee and other security departments to determine that they will not pose a danger to Mr. President, so that they can have close contact.

So Mr. President is well aware of Chris' family situation and how she helped her husband become a state justice.

In fact, Mr. President doesn't really care about the relationship between himself and this woman.

The other party just found his special fetish and satisfied some of his ideas. This is essentially a transaction, and he can also give some feedback appropriately.

Chris nodded, "Some people think that the outcome of his trial is controversial, and...there are only two or three cases, maybe because he is a Conservative, so..."

Mr. President's hand lightly pressed her head, making it impossible for her to speak the words behind her.

"You can do anything in the Commonwealth, but you can't take the initiative to provoke opposition between parties, you will offend a lot of people!"

"He's from the Conservative Party, and it's not easy for me to directly intervene in these things, but if he doesn't mind, he can work at the Department of Justice."

"When the opportunity arises, he may be transferred to an important position..."

He suddenly took a deep breath at this time, and some blood vessels bulged on the back of his hand, as if he had a burst of emotion, which quickly calmed down.

Then he took Chrissy's hand~IndoMTL.com~ and walked to the edge of the fairway, "Come on, let's finish the unfinished game!"

The next morning, Lynch took the initiative to visit Mr. Trueman.

The tripartite talks have been going well recently because of Gefra's involvement.

The Gefra people are willing to suffer a little loss but also to quell the spread of war between the Federation and Pengio, which gives both sides enough dignity and steps.

Originally they wouldn't fight, but now it's still beneficial, why not negotiate?

Mr. Truman is actually quite busy as the person in charge of these tasks. He took a dozen minutes to meet Lynch.

As soon as they met, Lynch revealed some of the materials he had in his hands.

"Chrissy's husband is likely to be removed by the Department of Justice. She is a woman with a very good approach, and Mr. President is one of his choices."

In one sentence, the relationship and reasons were clearly stated, Mr. Truman frowned, "What do you think?"

He instinctively wanted to help the president clear the line, which would be a big problem if it was revealed.

And he is also curious about how this woman impresses Mr. President. Knowing that Mr. President is in his 60s or 70s, it is not easy to impress a man of this age erotically.

However, he still asked Lynch. Lynch can always find some different ways. He just asks subconsciously.

Lynch really gave him an answer he didn't expect!

"We should not interfere, and we should also help the president with the aftermath..."

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