blackstone code

Chapter 1069 Playing cards
After soaking in the hot spring water, no one wanted to get up, and Mr. President obviously did too. He made a gesture with the housekeeper, and not long after, the servants carried a table and put it into the bath.

"This is specially prepared for doing something here, and of course it is a gift from my grandfather!", Mr. President smiled and sat on the edge of the table.

This table is quite big, and it can accommodate about six to eight people sitting around the table. It is oval, and it is just right for everyone to sit in the bath without feeling that it is too high or too short.

There is no paint on the wooden surface, but it will give people a waterproof and greasy feeling, which is the result of continuous soaking and painting with a kind of wood refining oil.

Whether this vegetable oil is good for humans, water or anyone, it will not cause harm.

At the same time, its hydrophobicity and sealing properties can ensure that the wood will not be damaged by water, such as rot or something.

The top of the table is made of stone, but the specific material is not clear, it looks like purple agate, and there are some yellow silk threads mixed in it, which looks very beautiful.

Gold and silver lines are used to outline some important areas on the table, such as the betting area, cards and so on.

Everyone gathered around, and some said they were not very good at playing. This is a modest statement. In fact, it is just that their grade and status are not enough to participate in such a game.

If you join in hastily, you may offend people—sometimes people will always be cautious and think that they are not able to sit at the table because of other people!

Lynch sat on the edge of the table. Everyone knew that he was forming his consortium, which also indicated that he had the qualifications to sit on the table.

Mr. President looked at Lynch with emotion. Four years ago, he quoted a sentence from this young man. At that time, he was as humble as a random passerby on the side of the road, without any sense of existence or value.

But at this moment, look at him, no one can ignore his impact on the country and the economy of the Federation.

He even started to have a huge influence on defense and foreign affairs, and he was behind many things.

Mr. President felt a little lucky, because he had a good relationship with Lynch, and Lynch also donated a lot of money to him, and the money really came in handy.

The rest of the people are almost at this level, not too high, not like Mr. Geruno or Mr. Wardrick, Mr. Patu and the like.

lower than them.

"Why play something?", Mr. President looked at everyone, "Piava or something?"

He is very old, his body is well maintained, and he can even see the outline of some muscles.

Without waiting for others to answer him, he asked and answered by himself, "It's been too long in Pieva. There are so many of us. A game may take several hours. Let's play a simple game."

Speaking of which, he began to deal cards to other people, no matter his age, his status, or his identity, he was qualified to make this decision.

A simple game where everyone gets two cards and then there is a common deck.

"Small blind bets one dollar, no upgrade..."

The simple and quick rules allow everyone to easily enter the game, and the butler distributes chips to each guest, 100 yuan per person.

Of course, sometimes playing cards is not just playing cards, playing cards is just an appearance, it is not what is really meant to be reflected.

"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 chatting casually, "The food is a little tight."

He then threw a green chip up, "Two..."

This is not a simple "poker game", he has a deeper meaning.

With the outbreak of the federal immigration wave, the total population has surged, and the proportion of immigrants in the total federal population has exceeded 30.00%.

In the past few years, the food can still meet the domestic demand, but in the past few years, it has been seriously insufficient.

With the birth of second-generation immigrants and even third and fourth-generation immigrants from the early days to the present, more and more food gaps began to appear.

There is a very interesting phenomenon that the immigrant population has more willingness to have children than the federal natives.

In Federal, in a federal urban family, it is relatively common for a family to have one or two children, because life pressure 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, starting from being able to walk independently, they can provide a certain amount of labor for the family.

Moreover, the various living burdens in the countryside are relatively easy, and people can support more children.

This is just a phenomenon of ordinary families in the Federation, and everyone is like this now.

But immigrants are different. They have children like crazy. Most immigrant families have at least two children, and sometimes there may be four or five children, or even more.

A sociologist who once came under fire for arguing that these labor immigrants were "the dregs of society who only know how to procreate" expressed the views of some.

Some problems brought about by population expansion are also emerging, and the Federation's food is more dependent on imports.

There is not enough food in the country for a long time, but now we need to import more food, and every year it will be more than the previous year!
The increasing pressure of imports has made food a problem that restricts the federal diplomatic strategy. Recently, in the negotiations on some international issues, food has been put on the table.

If Truman hadn't talked about this with Mr. President, he wouldn't even have known that they were going to make concessions on certain issues because of the food!

The gentleman to the left of the president also picked up his cards and looked at them, "Don't follow..." He casually threw his cards into the discard area.

The second is Lynch.

Lynch didn't even look at it, and directly threw a two-yuan chip into the betting area, "Follow..."

He paused while speaking, "Nagalier can provide us with a lot of food every year, and these problems are easy to solve."

"We can use some policies to influence the choices of people in Nagalil on employment issues. If the return of growing crops is greater than that of 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 seemed to realize something, Nagalil's cattle...to be honest, it doesn'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 there are domesticated ones, they still retain the bison genes.

This breed of cattle has some notable features, such as a particularly thick hide.

The reason for the thick skin is that they need thicker skin to resist mosquito bites, and also have better defense capabilities in the face of predators.

Secondly, there is not much fat in these cows, but some fascia and hard-to-bite muscles.

People like the taste of fat, so most of the beef that the Federation supplies to people is slightly fatter.

You don't even need to put extra oil on the frying pan, and you can fry some oil in no time.

If it is whole lean beef... Anyone who has fried it with oil should understand that the high temperature causes some muscle fibers to shrink, and eventually the beef will be as hard as a rock and difficult to swallow.

Therefore, if you want beef that is more suitable for eating, you must look for it from temperate and frigid regions.

Depending on the variety and environment, there will be a certain gap between the lean meat and fat meat in temperate beef, but there will always be some fat meat.

Cattle near the sub-frigid zone and frigid zone need fat to protect against the cold. The beef of this kind of cattle has more fat content, and it is more tender and delicious when eaten.

Among the beef produced by the Federation, the best ones come from the north, because the north is colder, and the beef has a higher fat content, so tender that it almost melts in the mouth!

If you go further north... it's Marillo.

Maybe Mr. President was hinting at something, Lynch didn't respond, but just looked to his left.

Four gentlemen lost their cards in succession, and when the fifth gentleman lost his cards, he also bet two dollars, "Call."

"Actually, what Mr. Lynch said just now is almost the same. Let me add something."

While looking at the hole cards, he said, "I think we should be tougher on the issue of dealing with 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 that would be good for you?"

"Tax exemption, subsidy, or an export franchise in a certain area...", the gentleman who spoke put the card back, "There must always be profit-driven, you know, every decision we make will have thousands of employees Go to work, we can't bear the loss on our own."

Then someone gave up, turned around, and then turned to Mr. President. He thought for a while, knocked on the table, and then turned over the fourth public card.

Mr. President seemed to be thinking, and after about a minute, 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, and Lynch also dropped a chip to keep up, and so did the other person.

At the moment when the last community card was turned over, Lynch shook his head and threw the card into the discard pile, as did the other person. Mr. President won this game.

He won a total of... 12 yuan, not much money, but he seemed very happy.

The game starts again, and every time Mr. President will discuss some issues with everyone, sometimes he can win, sometimes he can't win, everything looks like an ordinary game.

But everyone knows that it is not an ordinary game, it has its value and significance, but some people can understand it, and some people can't.

Be it politics or capital, to put it bluntly, it’s just a game of cards.

Mr. President, a capitalist is just an identity, an identity used to participate in the game!
(End of this chapter)