blackstone code

Chapter 1091 It's not necessarily beautiful, but try to make it beautiful
People always have different thoughts and desires at different times, but one thing is the same.

That is a summary of the past and a look into the future.

What does the future look like?
Mr. Truman stared into Lynch's eyes. He saw Lynch's eyes lose focus for a moment, and he was thinking.

But it was like... His eyes looked through his body to a certain place "in front". That feeling made people shudder, but also had a trace of expectation and excitement.

What does the future look like, and can he really see it?
Mr. Truman thought so.

After a while, Lynch smiled and shook his head, "It's a very profound 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?"

"wealth!"

Lynch didn't refuse, and the very first word he opened his mouth was a word that made people unable to restrain their impulse and desire for it, wealth.

Immediately after...

"Power, War!"

"You know, there are some people who think that war and capital are a means, a method, for the outward expansion of politics. We use capital or war to solve problems, but they are not."

"Politics is not as important as I imagined, Truman, no matter in the past, present, or future, politics are all played by capital in the palm of their hands."

"You asked me what I saw...", he was thinking with his head on his head, and seemed to be summarizing how to express what he saw, "I saw uncontrolled capital expanding to an uncontrollable level."

"Everyone is controlled by capital. Whoever is rich will speak louder, and whoever is poor will have to bear all the injustice more and more, just like..."

The smile on his face made Mr. Truman's scalp a little numb, "...just like it is now!"

as it is now.

Mr. Truman was relieved and wanted to laugh out loud at the same time. He felt that Lynch was teasing himself, but when he showed the expression of "laughing out loud", the laughter missed the appointment.

It didn't come out of his throat, and he made a "that's a fucking funny joke" look to match his expression, no, it was gone.

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

Because he realized that Lynch was right!

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

To some extent, capitalists can control the slate of the presidential cabinet for one administration, or even two—if they do their job well.

Was it like this 200 years ago?

No, this was not the case 200 years ago. At that time, the federal government was not as it is now. Even if politics cannot override the supremacy of capital, at least it can compete.

Politicians pride themselves on guaranteeing their independence!
This was not the case 100 years ago. Although capital has swelled and is out of control, the federal government is still doing its best to control capital.

They have 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 at the present again... Politicians are proud to know the capitalists, and they will not hesitate to say such disgusting sentences as "Mr. .

What does the future look like?
Mr. Truman felt a biting cold. Perhaps 100 years later, politicians will be like workers today. The federal government is just a special "company" whose shareholders are those super-large consortiums, plutocrats, and big capitalists.

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

For a salary that may be much higher than other jobs, they do the same jobs as those workers in factories today-accepting the fate of being exploited, oppressed, and controlled!
Politics will be squeezed out of the last bit of profit in the hands of capital, and then abandoned.

What happens when they abandon politics?
Maybe the Federation will split and the capitalists will fight each other for plunder, not justice.

Sad future!
Mr. Truman was frightened by his imagination of the future, and his expression became extremely serious. It was definitely not a good future.

"It sucks," he replied to Lynch.

Lynch nodded, seeming to agree, "Yes, it sucks."

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

"I don't agree with your words. I have never admitted that I am a capitalist. Secondly, even if I am, I am also a capitalist with a sense of social responsibility and patriotism."

"I'm different from them!"

Lynch's tone was very serious, as if he was speaking to the heads of many countries at some kind of large-scale international conference, "I don't like looking for profits in destruction, which is different from them."

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

"So I'm sitting here. In a way, we have the same appeal. We don't want capital to get out of control."

Mr Truman pointed out an error in Lynch's claim, "It's getting out of hand!"

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

Another period of silence ensued, and Mr. Truman tugged at his tie, which made him feel like something was stuck in his neck, making it difficult to breathe.

He was thinking, thinking, a layer of sweat beaded on 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 excited, and what he seemed to want to express was not "It won't work", but rather "we should try".

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

For some reason, Mr. Truman thought of what he had encountered before, and he felt that what Lynch said was very reasonable.

He was unwilling to bow his head, and the capitalists forced him to bow his head. Even a milder person like Mr. President couldn't help but give him a vacation.

If he does not compromise and bow his head, it may be his last moment in federal politics.

Until now, he needs to attend some capitalists' gatherings from time to time.

At the party, everyone will not discuss anything, just talk about some current affairs, then eat, drink and have fun, and enjoy yourself to the fullest.

He knew that the purpose of the capitalists doing this was to observe his attitude, and he had to show that "we are in the same group" so that the capitalists would not be wary of him.

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

It's really scary!
About seven or eight seconds later, Mr. Truman asked, "Can you tell me why you think so, I'm curious!"

Lynch should not be on his side, or should not be on the side of those camps that suppress the power of capital. He has no reason to fight against himself.

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

These rifts will not affect their continued cooperation in a short period of time, but in the long run, it is definitely not good news!

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 crazy and go to destruction."

"I'm just saving myself!"

Mr. Truman leaned back and pointed to Lynch, "That's a good statement, I pretend I believe it."

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

Mr. Truman breathed a sigh of relief and laughed a few times. He wiped the sweat off his face with a handkerchief, "It's not fun to talk to you. I think if I had a heart attack, it would have almost exploded." It's been a few times."

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

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

"I can buy a bouquet when I go to the grave!"

Mr. Truman pointed at Lynch and laughed unscrupulously, "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. Truman took the initiative to see him off. The two talked for a while downstairs, and then Lynch left by car.

Looking at the convoy moving slowly in the snow, Mr. Truman was full of fighting spirit like never before. He seemed to have found the most correct direction, and he wanted to 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 the future not so bad!
Lynch, who was sitting in the car, was thinking about the next work. The offensive on Mariro's side was completely suspended, and those people would withdraw to the federal territory.

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

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

The remaining one thing is okay, and it has something to do with food.

Although Nagalil also suffered the lowest temperature ever, it was still very warm for the Federation.

He could go on vacation and sort out these problems by the way, he hasn't been in a while, and just in time to chat with Akumari...

(End of this chapter)