blackstone code

Chapter 1237 The aftermath is our job
"It seems... I have finished my work today?" After signing the last document, Mr. President twisted the pen and put it on the table.

He turned 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, you can arrange the rest of the time!"

Mr. President has a lot of smiles on his face. When he was the vice president, he felt very boring because he couldn't get involved in anything.

In a nominally federal system, three parties send candidates for election, which can be dropped or have multiple candidates.

The person who finally wins the election is the president of the Federation, and the first candidate from another party in the ranking order is the vice president.

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

But it's not!
It was just a decoration, a position established to prove that "the Federation is a fair, just and free country", as long as a normal person thinks about it, he will understand.

Arrange a deputy to supervise his superior?

How can there be such nonsense?
So Mr. President at that time was very boring. He always felt that if he became Mr. President, he would definitely do a very good job.

When he really became Mr. President, things became... a little less rosy.

The busy work makes him rarely even have the opportunity to arrange his own time. Every day is continuous work, constant meeting with various people, and hosting different meetings in various rooms!
Fortunately, he had some time to himself tonight.

"Arrange it, 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. Some reporters took these photos, but they were of no value or significance.

Today's weather is good, there is a lot of traffic on the street, and I encountered a traffic jam when I went out of the city.

While sitting in the car, Mr. President suddenly asked the adjutant a question he hadn't thought of, "I heard that in Nagalil earlier, when government officials and nobles traveled, the police would use batons to drive away the civilians who blocked the road. ?”

This question was asked very abruptly. It may be that they are only asking this question because they are stuck in traffic.

But for the adjutant, whether it was intentional or unintentional, he had to answer seriously.

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

"The streets are almost full of pedestrians. Only the local ruling class and the privileged class can afford and use a car."

"When they travel, they face pedestrians all over the street. If no one maintains traffic order, the speed of driving will be slower than walking!"

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

The Federation always takes the attitude of "I don't want to offend anyone" when it comes to external issues, even Nagalil.

The adjutant's attitude was very cautious, and he added later, "This method is a very barbaric and rough behavior, and the situation over there is much better now."

"As far as I know, people and vehicles have been separated, and there will no longer be such barbaric behavior."

Mr. President nodded, "This is our role, to help them move from barbarism to civilization..."

While talking, the car moved again, and Mr. President closed his mouth, not interested in saying anything more.

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

The dinner she enjoyed with Mr. President, due to various reasons, no one will disclose what happened here, 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 things, we can save the date for the next time."

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

Mr. President didn't ask any further questions, and the two quietly enjoyed a simple but luxurious dinner.

After the meal, Mr. President changed into a set of sports clothes, which were very loose. He was very old and not suitable for the kind of gym clothes that tightly bound his whole body. Chris also changed into a set of gym clothes. Common in those gyms.

When Mr. President saw her in the underground bowling alley, his eyes lit up.

Some kind of human behavior expert from the Federation once said that everyone has different sexual proclivities, and most people’s special proclivities are often related to their hobbies, occupations, and the things they are most often exposed to.

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

Tens of thousands of clubs will make him divorced from the public. He is a low-key person, and his family has always been a low-key family.

What else can be cheaper and closer to the public than a bowling ball that can be fun for a while for a few dollars?

He also knew from the beginning that there was a reason why Chris approached him, but he felt...he is not so easily shaken, but there are always exceptions, and there are always some things that cannot be rejected, such as touching his special hobby.

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

Chrissy picked up a ball very calmly, and then threw it...

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

The two threw alternately. Mr. President liked the feeling of knocking down all the pins with one ball. He would feel a sense of satisfaction watching those pins fall all over the floor.

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

Those files will not work.

Although he was also required to do the final signing and confirmation, most of the time he had little understanding of what was behind those documents, which made him a little uneasy.

When a person is old, a sense of security is especially important, and he is easily immersed in this sport.

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 hadn't done anything.

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

Exercising is always hot and tiring.

If you are tired, you must rest.

During the half-time break, Mr. President was lying on the deck chair. He stroked Chris's hair, squinted his eyes slightly, and seemed to enjoy it very much.

"Is there anything you want to say to me at dinner, what is it?"

Chris, who was hesitating, looked up at him, which made Mr. President feel an inexplicable sense of guilt, but he liked this feeling of guilt.

"My husband is having some trouble..."

He lowered his head and looked at Chris, "What trouble is your husband having?"

She didn't answer right away, but after a while, she said softly, "The Ministry of Justice plans to replace him."

Mr. President looked a little surprised and asked, "Did he do something wrong?"

For example, people who can get close to Mr. President, regardless of men, women, or children, will be investigated by the Security Committee and other security departments to confirm that they will not pose a danger to Mr. President before allowing them to come into close contact.

So Mr. President is very aware of Chrissy's family situation and how she helped her husband become a state judge.

Mr. President actually doesn't care much about the relationship between himself and this woman.

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

Chris nodded, "Some people feel that the results of his trial are controversial, and... just two or three cases, it may be because he is a member of the Conservative Party, so..."

Mr. President pressed her head lightly with his hand, making it impossible for her to speak the words that followed.

"You can do anything in the Federation, but you can't take the initiative to provoke antagonism between parties, you will offend many people!"

"He's from the Conservative Party. It's not good for me to directly intervene in these matters, but if he doesn't mind, he can work for the Ministry of Justice."

"When there is a chance, maybe he may be transferred to an important position..."

At this time, he suddenly took a deep breath, and some blood vessels protruded from the back of his hand, as if he had a burst of emotion, and soon calmed down.

Then he took Chris's hand and walked to the side of the fairway, "Come on, let's continue to finish the unfinished game!"

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

Recently, because of Gafla's intervention, the tripartite talks went smoothly.

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

Originally, they would not continue the fight, but now it is still beneficial, why not talk about peace?

As the person in charge of these tasks, Mr. Truman is actually quite busy, so he took ten minutes to meet with Lynch.

As soon as they met, Lynch shared some materials in his hands.

"Chris's husband may be taken away by the Department of Justice. She is a very capable woman, and Mr. President is one of his choices."

In one sentence, these relationships and reasons were clearly explained, and Mr. Truman frowned, "What do you think?"

He instinctively wanted to help the president clean up the line, and if this kind of thing was revealed, it would be a big trouble.

And he was also very curious about how this woman could impress Mr. President. You must know that Mr. President is already 70 or [-] years old. It is not an easy task to impress a man of this age emotionally.

However, he still asked Lynch. Lynch could always come up with some different paths, so he just asked subconsciously.

Lynch really gave him an answer he couldn't think of!

"We shouldn't interfere, and we should help the president deal with the aftermath..."

(End of this chapter)