blackstone code

Chapter 2024

Federal sentiment is rough.

The feelings of people all over the world are rough.

Maybe it has something to do with language.

When the language cannot perfectly reflect the inner emotional changes through subtle expressions, and can only use one or two simple words to summarize everything.

The human feelings in which this language is the main language are also simple and rough.

They don't say something like "there's a tiger sniffing the rose", they just say "what the hell is wrong with me".

That's the way it is with the people of the Commonwealth, and it's the way it is with people all over the world.

One or two words, three or five words, everyone is using it.

From the homeless who just got off work on the roadside, to the middle class in front of the TV, to some capitalists.

Everyone's feelings are very direct, very simple, very concise.

Mr. Truman used five hours to present the past and future of the Federation to people, and he did not use too many flowery rhetoric.

He can't use it either.

He just said it relatively plainly, which is enough to shock everyone's nerves!
The cheers of the people seemed to be incredibly contagious and contagious, and even in the VIP stands, some people were mobilized to follow along.

Lynch lit a cigarette and looked at Mr. Truman on the big screen. This is an amazing person.

If anyone were to renominate the history of the Commonwealth, his name would be "The Age of Truman."

People didn't hate him because of Joanna's scandal, at least the people who came didn't hate him that much.

Look at him standing there, standing in the eyes of everyone, standing in the center of the world.

Lynch sighed.

ε=(ο｀*)
The smoke that spewed out was lingering in front of him, and he rested his chin on the hand holding the cigarette, but he was thinking about other things in his mind.

There will always be a link like "answering questions from reporters" in the public speeches of big figures.

Sometimes they will only answer questions from reporters, but sometimes they will answer questions from the public.

Mr. Truman intends to complete the draft amendment to the "Anti-Monopoly Law" in a week and formally sign the new "Anti-Monopoly Law" into effect.

Getting it to work is easy, but maintaining it is tricky.

He hopes to have more contact with the people and pass on his true thoughts to the people more.

When the power of the people is united, even capital cannot be shaken!
Those who can come to the scene are all carefully selected.

The obvious opponents will never have a chance to come in.

In other words, those who can come here are actually "our own people".

When people's emotions calmed down a little, the speech entered the next link.

"Next, I will answer some of your questions. I hope you can prepare well before asking questions. At least let me, and others, know what you want to ask."

After Mr. Truman finished speaking, many people raised their hands high.

Some people come in by arrangement, they ask some relatively easy questions, and these people basically wear watches with white or blue straps.

Mr. Truman did not choose his own real person, he chose a live audience at random.

When that guy got picked, he couldn't help himself.

A middle-aged male in his forties stood up and coughed lightly, "Mr. President, I...I am very excited now!"

Amid the good-natured laughter of the people, he muttered a few words that no one could hear clearly.

But soon his voice became louder, "Mr. President, my child is in college."

"I appreciate your reforms in education. Although we have a loan, it is the wish of all our family to let him go to college!"

"What I want to ask is, how much can our salary be raised in the future?"

"In terms of social welfare, will there be any new changes?"

Some booed from below, saying that he asked some stupid questions, but many people thought he asked the right questions.

For the vast majority of people at the bottom of society, how much they can earn each month is their biggest concern.

Mr. Truman answered the question with a smile.

"This is a question that many people are concerned about. Although I don't have an answer, I believe that everyone will be satisfied!"

"Ten years ago, the minimum wage in the Bupain area was 220 yuan a month. The prices at that time were not much cheaper than they are now."

"But look at ten years later, with a small increase in prices, the minimum wage in the Bupain area has risen to more than 400 yuan."

"Nearly doubled!"

"If any of you are willing to take some time to look up some information, you will definitely find out."

"The period of time when people's income has increased the fastest is in recent years."

"Social development, the improvement of national status and the outbreak of war, these things do not actually destroy our lives, but make our lives better."

"According to the current growth rate, I believe that the minimum wage of 1000 yuan will be achieved, maybe in ten years!"

People once again clapped and cheered wildly after hearing Mr. Truman's vision of the future!
It is hard for people to imagine what kind of society it will be when they earn 1000 yuan a month——

Sometimes people always say that the middle and lower classes of society are stupid, and it is true.

They ignore the essence that their life when the minimum wage was 220 five yuan is no different from the life when the minimum wage is more than 400 yuan now.

Naturally, I don't realize that even if the minimum income standard is 1000 yuan, things that should be unaffordable are still unaffordable, and diseases that should be underestimated are still underestimated!

Numbers don't lie, but what the numbers represent does!

Of course, Lynch feels that Mr. Truman himself may not be fully aware of this.

The following questions were relatively gentle, at least not so sharp that they would hurt people!

Their problems always revolve around the daily life of ordinary people.

Schooling, employment, income, social environment, etc.

Until, the new questioner stands up.

The new questioner didn't seem to join the "carnival" crowd, his expression was calm, not fanatical at all.

Perhaps it was because of his overly calm appearance that Mr. Truman couldn't help wondering what he was going to ask.

The microphone was passed to the questioner. He picked up the microphone and tapped it twice, and the corresponding sound came out from the loudspeaker.

He lowered his head slightly and looked up at Mr. Truman, which made the whites of his eyes appear a little more, making him look a little... uncomfortable.

"Mr. President, why don't you talk about the children we died in the war and what happened to those children?"

"Is it because you're going to refrain from talking about recent events?"

"Still say you hit..."

His microphone was snatched from his hand, and he was pushed back on the chair.

It was only at this time that the cameraman realized that the scene should be shifted, but it was a bit late.

The picture of the guy being pressed on the chair was clearly projected on the big screen, but some people were a little dissatisfied because of the subsequent camera transfer.

These people are just stupid.

There is no firm position, and it will be like this for a while, and then that for a while.

There was an uproar at the scene, and Mr. Truman's expression also changed.

He considered whether to talk about it, but ultimately decided not to.

More than 20 people were killed and tens of thousands were injured.

It seems that the result of this war was far better than that of the Penteo people. Before the war ended, their casualties exceeded 200 million!
I don't even know how many there will be!

Maybe 300 million?

Compared with Peng Jieao, the casualties of the Federation can be regarded as "minor injuries".

But the real problem is the federal government's assistance to nearly 70 disabled soldiers.

That's the big problem.

The pensions of the 20 dead soldiers cost about 30 billion yuan, and among the more than [-] disabled soldiers, some minor injuries and minor disabilities that did not lose their labor force and ability to live were removed.

There are about 40 moderately and severely disabled people left, all of whom have lost their jobs and ability to live.

The way to deal with these soldiers is to give fifteen months' salary at a time.

Then a part of the aid is given every month. This part is actually very small, ranging from tens of dollars to more than 100, and it will not last for too long.

However, the various disability death pensions given at one time alone exceeded 100 billion.

In addition to various continuing reasons such as retirement, the military and the federal government once again took out a large sum of about 180 billion to 200 billion after the war ended.

The war itself is an act that consumes a lot of funds, plus three new states are being built, various international aids and other issues.

In short, the federal government is a little nervous now.

In addition to this point, the various "standards" of the Federation itself for soldiers are not high.

From the perspective of the federal government and the federal military, the Department of Defense, they really did their best.

But this kind of thing does not mean that you can do your best.

For the families of disabled military personnel, the health of their families is priceless.

They sacrificed for the country, but in the end they got a small sum of money and no matter what, who can bear it?
Mr. Truman was silent for a while, letting go of the guy who had been pressed to the ground and was about to be taken away.

He stared at the other party for a long time before taking two steps back, bowing and apologizing, "I'm sorry..."

After bowing for more than ten seconds, Mr. Truman straightened up and walked back to the podium.

"I know that no matter how many times I say I'm sorry, nothing will change."

"But I have to apologize."

"I will start to consider changing some of the situation in this regard. In addition, we will also urge all sectors of society to help your organization or individual, and provide you with the necessary assistance as much as possible."

"I believe that this situation will become more and more..."

Before Mr. Truman finished speaking, he was interrupted by a growl full of hatred!

"But he's dead, Mr. President!"

"It was you who killed him!"

(End of this chapter)