blackstone code

Chapter 1924 It's My Turn
Frank got a little extra grin when he got the call from the former president.

He knew what happened, even before he got the news from the presidential palace, he knew what happened last night.

With so much pressure, if it weren't for the fact that it is a time of war, many mayors, governors, including Congress, would step down.

The president must also publicly apologize to the people, for the disaster that happened, and for not being able to prevent it in advance.

It's really not about what they did, or didn't do.

With so many people dead, someone has to lose power to calm the emotions of the people at the bottom!

There are a few mayors who will definitely not be able to continue, and the governor may be able to keep it, but this has achieved Frank's goal.

If this kind of time lasts for half a month..., no, let alone half a month, even a week.

The losses incurred during this week are unacceptable to people!
What he has to do this time is to send a signal, a "signal that there is no need for everyone to continue targeting each other."

Even if it is a centralized president, it is impossible to attack a large consortium for no reason, and they just broke their own arm.

If the presidential palace threatens them again, other financial groups will not sit idly by.

At 55:[-], Frank appeared in the President's Office on behalf of the "Jerry & Dess" group company.

The two had met before, but not very well.

Mr. Truman didn't stand up to greet Frank when he came, or even take the slightest interest in the hand Frank offered to shake.

He just said "sit" and picked up the report from the blackout state, "Have you read it?"

He figured Frank must have seen it, or must have known, because that's what they planned.

While completely spinning off the grid service company, they sit back and watch, and even promote the outbreak of grid failure.

This blackout was not an accident by chance, but a conspiracy of these capitalists!

Frank nodded, "Although I haven't read the paper report, it's clear what exactly happened."

Mr. Truman put the documents back on his desk and said softly, "Nearly 3 people, and the actual number of victims may be more than 3!"

Frank shrugged and spread his hands, "I'm sad about it too, and I didn't want it to happen, but it happened."

"We will donate a little money to provide some help to these people in need."

In Mr. Truman's opinion, this is the funniest thing in the world!
While they don't take human life seriously, they hypocritically donate money for disaster relief. These are capitalists!

Unscrupulous, no bottom line, vicious, vicious, hypocritical...

All the ugly words in the world can be imposed on them without making people feel that there is any awkward place!
Truman suddenly sneered, he looked at Frank, "You think I will compromise."

Frank still maintained his gentlemanly demeanor, "No, I don't think it's a compromise!"

"This is a concession made by both of us!"

Mr. Truman picked up a corner of the document. "3 lives-cost concession?"

The smile on Frank's face restrained a little. He felt that the federal president's mood was not right, and his tone slowed down a little.

"I don't want that either, I'm sad about these things too."

"But the dead have left us, and we have to think about those who are alive."

Just think about how many people died.

If the power supply is not restored, how many more people will die next?
Especially the elderly, the risk of death is greater!
Mr. Truman was silent for a while, shaking his head slightly, "From the beginning, I shouldn't have any illusions."

"You can leave now, the guard will lead you out later, Mr. Frank."

Mr. Truman pressed the button on the phone, and the door of the office was opened the next second. Two security personnel stood at the door and called "Mr. President".

Regardless of Frank's shocked and even panicked expression, he said to the two security personnel, "Throw him out!"

Frank's expression couldn't hold back any longer!

The three presidents of the Daisy family have a profound background and extensive connections in society.

Everywhere, he is someone else's guest!
If he is thrown out of the presidential palace by Mr. Truman today, it will become a stain in his life!
Some people will also become less respectful of him, and even no longer afraid of him!

"You can't do that!"

He got to his feet, but Mr. Truman's deadpan expression told security what to do.

The two directly supported Frank and dragged him out of the door. When the door slowly closed, they were about to cut off the sight of the two of them looking at each other.

From the shape of Frank's mouth, he read his last words.

"You will regret this!"

The door slowly closed automatically.

His gaze was firmer than ever, as if he was answering Frank's last sentence, "No, I will never regret it!"

After he finished speaking, he began to deal with work, rescue, supplies, and emergency repair of the power grid.

He has already learned that what is more troublesome now is that the power grid covers the entire state, including inter-regional lines.

It is not a certain area that has failed, but the emergence of patches.

So to repair, it must be repaired bit by bit.

The power plant continues to supply power, and the repaired areas will receive power, and the unrepaired areas will have no power.

It's a stupid idea, but it's the only one that works right now.

He can only hope that the failure of the power grid will be resolved as soon as possible, and at the same time, he hopes that material rescue will prevent more people from dying of the cold!
In the evening, after a long day at work, he called Lynch.

He didn't want to do it, it would appear that he was powerless in some way.

But he had to do it again.

It's good that he is the president of the Federation, but he must at least conform to the judicial process of the Federation, otherwise, even if he now has the greatest power of the Federation, it will be useless.

It is impossible for him to do everything by himself, because the specific person who handles the matter may refuse to carry out his order because it does not conform to the most basic rules.

It's like he now knows that Jerry & Deiss Group is behind all of this, but they have spun off the company involved in the accident and just finished the monopoly investigation of other companies.

It seems that there is no good way to deal with them in a short time.

Even if the tax authorities are used, it will only add trouble to them, and it is impossible to make them feel that kind of despair!

So he needs help, and he needs help from capital.

Joanna was not there at night, since the establishment of the foundation, she has been busy with the affairs of the foundation.

Mr. Truman, who had some guilt towards Joanna in his heart, will not stop her from finding her hobbies now, and will restrain her.

It was just him and Lynch in his study at night.

They moved the things on the coffee table to other places, bought some pizza, some barbecue, steak and so on, and piled them together randomly.

Like those favorite parties for teenagers, all kinds of alcoholic drinks, pizza, barbecue.

Just this party, just the two of them.

The wine was brought by Lynch, and the alcohol was right, not too low.

The two drank a few glasses of wine, and the atmosphere suddenly became active.

Mr. Truman untied his tie and neckline, his face was a little rosy after drinking, and he looked at Lynch with a slightly distorted expression.

"You can't imagine the indifferent attitude on his face when I said that nearly 3 people died because of their revenge against me!"

"I can't wait to punch him in the face!"

"But I know I can't do that, not just because I'm the President of the Federation!"

He picked up his glass and took another swig.

If it is said that the most humiliating moment in his life, so far, there have only been two times.

For the first time, he was put on leave because the capitalists thought he was not an obedient guy, so he had to temporarily stop working and go on vacation, even the president couldn't protect him.

He learned to sit with the capitalists to eat, drink and have fun, and learned to accept the capitalists' well-intentioned gifts when necessary.

He mixed with the people he hated the most, and managed to get to where he is today.

And what happened today was the second most humiliating thing in his life!
He obviously has power, but he can't do that, because all of this doesn't conform to the rules of the federation!

This made him extremely irritable, and his body was full of hopelessness of destruction!

The wine glass in his hand fell heavily on the coffee table. If he replaced it with a poor quality one, the coffee table might be broken.

Mr. Truman took a drink, a sour smell of alcohol, his slightly red eyes stared at Lynch, "You have to help me!"

He instinctively thought that only Lynch could help him with this matter, and only Lynch could do it.

Lynch nodded lightly, "No problem, what do you want me to do?"

Truman froze for a moment.

In his capacity as the president during the war, some things were not easy to do, and he didn't expect Lynch to agree to it without hesitation.

Instead, he began to think at this time, thinking about what Lynch was going to do, and to what extent he hoped to achieve it.

Unknowingly, he thought of the nearly [-] dead, and this number may increase to [-], or even [-] in the future!

Thinking that so many people left this world because some people were dissatisfied with themselves, Truman's emotions began to boil again!
"I want them to feel that despair too!"

"Despair, pain, regret, even death!"

If he hadn't been drunk, if he hadn't been prodded by Frank, he wouldn't have said that to Lynch.

These words are so unlikely to be spoken by a President that they should not even come from Mr. Truman's mouth.

Lynch was as calm as before, "No problem, but I need some little help."

Mr. Truman, who was breathing more and more heavily, poured himself another glass of wine and drank most of it, "What do you want?"

(End of this chapter)