Blackstone Code

The head was like an axe, opening a gap.

Trueman slowly opened his eyes. He couldn't see much in the darkness, except for a vague ceiling.

The soft mattress under him made him feel a little comfortable. He liked soft beds very much. The soft bed under him was better and more comfortable than the one at home.

Some memories before falling asleep began to come back to him quickly, and he sat up suddenly, and then took a breath of cold air.

The movement was too large, causing a tearing pain in his head. He couldn't help but raise his hand to hold his forehead, squinted his eyes and took two deep breaths, and the uncomfortable pain was slightly relieved.

"You can't drink so much in the future...", he warned himself. Everyone knows that drinking is not only bad for the body, but also can lead to some accidents, but sometimes it is difficult to control the emotions.

Yesterday...?

He suddenly looked at the bedside. In his incomplete memories that kept flashing like dogs gnawing at him, he was really crazy last night. Even when he thought about it now, he was still blushing.

Fortunately, he was alone in the bed, without the girl, which made him relieved.

Mr. Trueman is a married man with his own wife and children. For federal politicians, if they want to climb higher and faster, establishing a stable family is a very important reference factor. , no one can avoid these.

He does not necessarily love his wife. In this era, the word love is too heavy even for powerful people.

He may not really love his wife that much, but he thinks that it is his responsibility to maintain this relationship.

He didn't want to ruin something because he drank too much, but fortunately the worst didn't happen.

With the faint light, he turned on the bedside lamp.

He put his watch and other things on the bedside table beside him. He picked up the watch and took a look. It was not yet five o'clock. He fell asleep all night. He was really tired during this period. While relaxing yesterday made him exhausted, Also adjusted.

He did not get up immediately, but leaned against the head of the bed with his face raised, recalling some things in his memory.

He thought about the conversation between him and Lynch. Lynch's ideal world made him feel interesting and fresh. It should not be a world that capitalists want.

After he felt that his body had recovered from a bad situation, he got up and went to the bathroom. While the hot water fell on him, he was also thinking about what his ideal world would look like.

…

At 9:30 in the morning, he appeared outside the President's office.

Today's Trueman seems to be a little different from before. In the past, people's view of Mr. Trueman was that he was a very serious person who did not smile easily, which made people think that he was not easy to get along with, and he was also somewhat severe.

But today, he always had a smile on his face and took the initiative to greet everyone who passed by. Although this made some people uncomfortable, it was not a bad thing after all. At least he didn't curse, right?

"Come in……"

After waiting for two minutes outside Mr. President's office, he was summoned.

As soon as he entered the office, Mr. President came over with a smile and lightly touched his arm, "I heard a very interesting thing, you know, about you."

The purpose of him speaking first was not to give Mr. Trueman a chance to speak first, because he didn't know what Mr. Trueman would say or whether he would express himself in the same rigid and stubborn way as before. If so, everyone would be embarrassed. .

For Mr. President, the importance of consortia is understandable, and they are also indispensable in the entire social structure.

For many large-scale social projects, no matter what kind they are, ordinary institutions or individuals simply cannot afford such work. Only consortia can undertake such work.

Mr. President is very clear that the consortium has indeed had some negative impacts on this society, but they cannot lose them.

Trueman's ideas sometimes make people very embarrassed. Everyone wants the consortium to become a docile sheep, but is this possible?

Mr. Trueman, who was deprived of the chance to speak, was stunned for a moment, "Me?" He suddenly became a little nervous, "What's something interesting?"

"Someone saw you at Red Heels..." Mr. President said and added, "It's the strip club you went to. You know, fortunately we handled the follow-up well."

After saying that, Mr. President pursed his lips and smiled. People in the city of Bupen are very concerned about two things. The first is money, and the second is politics.

Someone once conducted a survey. People in that part of the federation are the most sensitive to politics. The way they surveyed them was to list the frontal photos of twenty moderately to very famous politicians and distribute them to those surveyed to see if they could recognize them. Come out with a few of them.

Among them, the west was rated as the least politically concerned area, while Bupen was the most politically focused area. A casual pedestrian here can recognize at least half of the politicians, which is remarkable.

It also meant that people could spot him and watch him having fun with the dancing girls.

Hearing this, Mr. Trueman became a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, this was just one of Mr. President's words. He blocked his mouth with embarrassment, preventing some too strong words from being said. He patted Mr. Trueman on the shoulder, "Why are you here to see me? I Remember, I’ve given you a long vacation, so you can relax and don’t force yourself.”

Some people can say some things, and some people can't. Mr. Trueman coughed slightly and sighed slightly, but soon a smile appeared on his face again, "Mr. President, I'm here to apologize to you."

"Apologise?" The sudden "apology" made the president a little confused. He mistakenly thought that Mr. Trueman was apologizing for his appearance at the strip club last night.

Although it is indeed important to maintain a positive image of government workers in some respects, going to strip clubs is not a crime. The federal government allows these places to exist. Secondly, they are normal consumption, which is not wrong.

Mr. President patted his shoulder with deep feeling, "I can understand, and there is no need for you to apologize. Men do need to relax sometimes..." He approached Trueman's subordinate and whispered, " In fact, I used to go there sometimes.”

Trueman:? ? ?

He came to his senses after a trance, "I'm not apologizing for this. I'm apologizing for yelling at you before. I shouldn't have done that. I regret that I did a stupid thing."

He yelled at Mr. President when he announced a holiday for him. In this office, when people are hurt, they feel that the whole world has betrayed them, and so does he.

He feels that if the President can stand on his side, then there is no doubt that he can withstand the pressure from the consortium. He said that it is a weak act for the President to compromise just to win the election. These words are indeed excessive.

Today he is here to apologize for what he said.

The President was surprised. He did not expect Trueman to apologize. He knew very well that this subordinate had a military background and had the toughness of a soldier, so sometimes he would say some stupid things, but the President would not take it seriously.

He had never been humble before, but this time, he actually apologized, which made the president feel a little surprised and surprised, "Are you trying to scare me?"

"Scaring?" Mr. Trueman was stunned for a moment. He shook his head quickly, "No, I also want to apologize for the things I did before..."

Someone who is willing to apologize means that more things can be communicated. In front of Mr. President, he apologized for all the "mistakes" he had made, and clearly realized that winning the election and the stability of the domestic social structure are far more important than anything else.

This view is very consistent with Mr. President’s views, especially the issue of winning the election, which is the core of the president’s interest group.

"I'm glad you can think about these problems. I also know that the problems you mentioned do need to be solved by us, but to solve these problems, we must have power."

"Without power, we can do nothing but express our opinions that no one cares about on TV like clowns and attack each other with equally destitute political opponents."

"Truman, we don't have money. We can't confront those consortiums head-on. All we can rely on is power. Only by holding on to power tightly can the things you want to be realized one day!"

After receiving positive feedback, the president also expressed his position slightly. He was very measured in his heart. These words were indeed recognized by Mr. Trueman, especially regarding the issue of power.

With power, you can realize your ideals and ambitions.

Without power, the only thing left to do is rot on the couch in front of the TV and on junk food.

Some people have been studying for more than ten years in order to have a bright future, so now is the time for him to "study". He must restrain his shell that can hurt others and blend in with these people until he truly grasps the power. real power.

"Mr. President, my recklessness and impulsiveness have caused a lot of trouble for our next work. I want..." he paused as he said it, with an unsightly smile on his face, "I want What do you think about expressing my apologies to those people?”

The people he was talking about were the senior executives of the consortium whose interests he had touched. When the other party took action, he bowed his head and resolved the conflict before everyone broke up, and everyone was happy.

Mr. President had a surprised expression on his face, but it soon turned into surprise, "Don't force yourself..."

"I didn't force myself. People have to regret for their mistakes. I realized my mistakes and I have to admit them."

Mr. President patted him on the shoulder, "You really didn't force yourself?" After receiving a positive reply from Mr. Trueman, he nodded, "I will help you arrange it. Please believe me, I will definitely I won’t let them make things difficult for you…”