blackstone code

Chapter 710 New Life

"Father!"

When he heard these words, Drago's heart finally calmed down. He looked back at the convoy that had disappeared into the night, and knew that Lynch had completely left.

They talked all afternoon but didn't have dinner together in the evening, an opportunity Lynch gave to him and his family.

Until 1 minute ago, Lynch sent him here, outside a single-family villa in a high-end community in the downtown area of ​​Bupain City.

The villa is small, compared with his governor's mansion.

But here is more like a "home".

This feeling is very strange, miraculous, and hard to describe. He just felt this way, especially when his family members stood at the door to greet him, and when his eldest son called out the word "Father", he felt a heavy sigh of relief. tone.

Safe and stable.

All afternoon, Lynch was talking to him about living in the Federation, and at the same time reminding him not to try to use some of his remaining power to do something.

In order to win over Drago, the joint development company gave provincial governors like him a little share.

This share is not too much, but it is not too little, and the annual dividends are in the millions, which is also a kind of alternative promise.

As long as they are willing to join the Federation, they may lose their potential, but at least they have no worries about food and clothing, and money is more useful than power in the Federation.

But he couldn't seriously want to go to work as a member of the board of directors, or go back to Nagalil to do business, and the United Development Company would not allow him to do that unless he wanted to disappear completely.

Drago, who had figured out all the situations, had a lot of complicated emotions, which kept surging, and could only be turned into a sigh in the end.

Fortunately, he still has a life and a family.

He turned his head to look at his eldest son and his youngest son. These two children were his favourites. At this time, there was no trace of Nagalilians on them.

The eldest son wore trendy clothes that Drago didn't understand, and he also had a very popular hairstyle. What made Drago even more incredible was that he actually wore a few earrings.

In Nagalil, only priests would tattoo and make holes in their faces, ordinary people would not do that.

The second son stood at a relatively back position, without much joy on his face, as if he was still dissatisfied with Drago for not keeping him in Nagalil.

There was also the youngest one and his two daughters, all standing obediently on the side, and his wife stood at the end.

His wife has changed the most. She no longer wears the traditional clothes of Nagalil, and has changed into the kind that the people of the Federation are used to wearing.

This gap made Drago a little inexplicably annoyed. He felt that wearing these clothes on this woman was a waste of these clothes, but soon this annoyance dissipated.

Everyone is changing, and I will also change, becoming what I hate the most.

Since he can change himself, why should he blame others for the changes?

"I'm coming!", after standing in front of these people for a while, he said this sentence.

Drago's eldest son immediately gave the father a hug, "You are finally here, father, we miss you very much..."

A group of people entered the room, and the dinner was ready. The security committee had informed them that Drago would come back for dinner, so they asked the maid to prepare a sumptuous dinner.

After a brief grooming and a change of casual clothes, he sat at the dining table.

The table was full of rich food, almost half of which he didn't know what it was, but it looked good anyway, and the tempting aroma filled the entire restaurant.

Their maid pushed a dining cart with some utensils similar to sauces or staple foods, and she kept delivering some to the family members sitting at the dining table.

"Father, how's the situation over there?" Drago's eldest son asked before starting.

Drago shook his head, "The Federals are like greedy hyenas. They won't let new developments and changes happen there, so I withdrew early."

"It's a pity that your brother, he doesn't seem to have seen the situation over there. I once persuaded him to come back with me, but he gave up."

After all, he was his own son. He told the good and the bad, and asked his third son to choose, but that guy still chose power, even if it was false power.

He didn't come to the Federation with Drago, which made Drago blame himself a bit, but this self-blame quickly disappeared. He is a ruler, and the ruler's ability to manage his emotions is better than ordinary people Some.

"Let's eat, don't talk about me, talk about how you are doing here!" Drago staggered the subject very well. The more he talked about Nagalil, the more it actually showed his inability.

If he was really capable, he wouldn't be sitting here now. Some people may say that no one can do better in this situation, but is there anyone still insisting?

So he changed the subject and changed it.

"This side... is actually quite good." Drago's eldest son put down the knife and fork in his hand, and answered this question after serious consideration for a while.

"Our possessions ensure that we live very comfortably here, and you can buy everything here if you have the money."

"Exquisite food, considerate service, everything for enjoyment, and even the help of politicians!", the eldest son looked at Drago, "You may not understand that the Federation is much more magical than we imagined. "

"As long as there is money, there will be politicians who will speak for us. You may not know that when we first came here, our neighbors used to complain about our race and tried to evict us through community owners voting."

"But... we spent a little money and found a local councilor (Bupain city councilor), we supported him with a little money, and he helped us solve the problem."

"I think we should do something, otherwise the money will be spent one day..."

Drago listened carefully to what the eldest son said, and put down his knife and fork, with a serious expression on his face, "No, we won't do anything."

"Our money and the dividends from the joint development company are enough for two generations of us to live a prosperous life. There is no need to waste a lot of money and energy doing meaningless things."

"It's my fault for discussing these issues at the dinner table, let's eat first!" After he finished speaking, he picked up the knife and fork again, so that the children at the table and his wife sitting in the tail seat dared to continue eating.

The only good thing about a dull dinner is that it is very rich.

After eating, Drago's second son went back to his room directly, his two daughters and the youngest son also returned to their room after asking for instructions, and he and his eldest son came to the study.

"The brand-new study room, we only cleaned it regularly after it was arranged, and no one used it!", the eldest son knew some of Drago's habits, and he explained.

Drago nodded in satisfaction. He sat on the chair and patted the leather-wrapped armrests. This federal chair is indeed much more comfortable than his wicker chairs, at least it doesn't poke the buttocks.

After the eldest son also sat down, Drago turned his attention back to his own child, "I know what you mean at the dinner table, but I warn you, it's best not to do that."

"The federal people will not allow us to do things that we should not do. If you pay attention to the government agencies at all levels of the federal government, you will find that in those important positions, there are no immigrants, no women, no minorities. !"

This homework was done by the client before Drago came, and at the same time, Lynch also hinted to him in the afternoon, don't think about using some influence to regain power here, at least he and his son don't have such Qualifications.

This is not a reminder, but a warning, he is very clear.

The eldest son was a little hard to accept after hearing this. After he came here, he lived in a daze for a while, and finally found a new goal, but was strangled by his father.

"I don't understand. Could it be that we, our descendants can only be kept in cages like us?" His voice was a bit bitter, and he suddenly began to envy his younger brother who stayed in Nagalil, maybe he was not free, But at least a little freedom.

Drago kneaded his temples with his hands, squinted his eyes and shook his head, "No, you have to be a playboy, find ways to get in touch with more descendants of the rich and powerful, build a good relationship with them, and then find a way to find a celebrity's daughter marry."

"I, you, your generation can't do anything, but your next generation can!"

"I know you are not reconciled, and I am not reconciled, but there is nothing we can do."

"If you want to play this game, then you must join this game as a player!"

"Your child is the player, not you!"

Early the next morning, people from the security committee came to the door. It was not a bad thing. They just told Drago that the security committee would be responsible for his safety in the Federation, and he also hoped that he would choose some legal security Agency bodyguards provide some protection.

The security committee can provide special agents as bodyguards to protect him, and of course he can also go find him himself. In short, double protection is needed.

He is very important, and there is no room for any mistakes in a short period of time.

The next step is to arrange for him to participate in some TV programs, just like what Lynch said yesterday when he communicated with him, as a "dictator" in the eyes of the federal people, some of the things he said in person are more publicized than the federal government It is easy to gain people's trust.

Discrediting and questioning the government has become a correct trend at the bottom of the Federation, and the top leaders of the Federation have no plans to change anything.

It's like the same sentence. When parents say it to their children, the children will just pass it off as a fart, but when their friends say this sentence to them, they will seriously remember it in their hearts and implement it seriously.

For the Federation as a whole, the country is the parents, and the people are the children.

Parents don't take children's dissatisfaction to heart.

(End of this chapter)