Blackstone Code

"Father!"

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

They talked all afternoon but did not have dinner together that evening, Lynch giving the opportunity to him and his family.

Until a minute ago, Lynch sent him here, outside a single-family villa in an upscale community in the center of Bupen City.

The villa was small, compared to his provincial governor's house.

But this place is more like a "home".

This feeling was wonderful, miraculous, and hard to describe. He just felt like this, especially when his family stood at the door to greet him. When his eldest son shouted the word "Father", he breathed a sigh of relief. tone.

It's safe and stable.

Lynch spent the whole afternoon talking to him about life in the Federation, and at the same time reminded him not to try to use his remaining power to do something.

In order to win over Drago, the United Development Company gave provincial governors like him a small share each.

This number of shares is not too much, but it is not too small either. The annual dividends are in the millions, which can be regarded as a different kind of commitment.

As long as they are willing to surrender to the Federation, they may lose their potential, but at least they will have enough food and clothing, and money is better used than power in the Federation.

But he couldn't seriously go to work as a board member or go back to Nagaril to do business. The United Development Company would not allow him to do that unless he wanted to disappear completely.

Drago, who understood all the situations, had a lot of complicated emotions, which kept surging, and finally turned into a sigh.

Fortunately, he still has a life and family.

He turned back and looked at his eldest son and his youngest son. These two children were his favorites, and there was no trace of the Nagaril people in them at this time.

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

In Nagaril, only priests tattoo and pierce their faces, ordinary people do not do that.

The second son stood relatively far back, with not much expression of joy on his face, and seemed to still be dissatisfied with Drago for not leaving him in Nagaril.

The youngest and his two daughters all stood aside obediently, while his wife stood at the end.

His wife has changed the most. She no longer wears the traditional clothes of Nagaril, but wears the ones that the federal people are accustomed to wearing.

This gap made Drago a little inexplicably angry. He felt that wearing these clothes on this woman was a waste of clothes, but this anger soon disappeared.

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

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

"I'm here!" He said this after standing in front of these people for a while.

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

A group of people entered the room. Dinner was ready. The people from the Security Committee had informed them that Drago would be back for dinner, so they asked the maid to prepare a sumptuous dinner.

After briefly freshening up and changing into a set of casual clothes, he sat at the dining table.

There was a very rich food on the table, almost half of which he didn't know what it was. However, it looked very good, and the tempting aroma filled the entire restaurant.

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

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

Drago shook his head, "The Federation people are like greedy hyenas. They will not allow new developments and changes there, so I quit early."

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

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

He did not follow Drago to the Federation, which made Drago feel a little guilty, but this feeling of self-blame quickly disappeared. He is a ruler, and rulers can manage their emotions better than ordinary people. Some.

"Let's eat, stop talking about me, and talk about how you are living here!" Drago changed the topic very well. The more he talked about Nagaril, the more he actually showed his inability.

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

So he changed the topic and changed the subject.

"This place... is actually quite good." Drago's eldest son put down the knife and fork in his hand and answered the question after thinking carefully for a while.

"Our property ensures that we can live very comfortably here, where as long as you have money, you can buy everything."

"Exquisite food, considerate service, everything for enjoyment, even help from politicians!" The eldest son looked at Drago, "You may not know much, but the Federation is much more magical than we imagined. "

"As long as you have money, there will be politicians who will speak for us, and you may not know that when we first got here, our neighbors used to complain about our race and try to evict us through a vote of community owners."

"But... we spent a little money and found a local councilor (Buppen City Councilor) and 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 his eldest son said, and put down his knife and fork with a serious expression, "No, we won't do anything."

"Our money and the dividends from the United Development Company are enough for two generations of us here to live a prosperous life. There is no need to waste a lot of money and energy on meaningless things."

"It's my fault for discussing these issues at the dinner table. Let's eat first!" After he said that, he picked up the knife and fork again. Only then did the children at the table and his wife sitting at the tail seat dare to continue eating.

The only good thing about a somewhat dull dinner was that it was very filling.

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

"The brand new study room, we only clean it regularly after setting it up, no one uses it!", the eldest son knew some of Drago's habits, so he explained.

Drago nodded with satisfaction. He sat on the chair and patted the leather armrests. This kind of federal chair was indeed much more comfortable than his rattan chairs, at least it didn't poke his buttocks.

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

"The federal people will not allow us to do something we shouldn't do. If you notice the current federal government agencies at all levels, you will definitely find that in those important positions, there are no immigrants, no women, and no minorities. !”

This homework was done before Drago came. At the same time, Lynch also hinted to him in the afternoon not to think about regaining power with the help of some influence here, at least he and his son did not have this ability. Qualifications.

This wasn't a reminder, it was a warning, and he knew it very well.

After hearing this, the eldest son had a hard time accepting it. After he came here, he lived in confusion and finally found a new goal, but was killed by his father.

"I don't understand. Can we, our descendants, have to be kept in cages like us?" His voice was a little bitter. He suddenly began to envy his younger brother who stayed in Nagaril. Maybe he was not free. But at least there is a little freedom.

Drago rubbed his temples with both hands, squinted his eyes and shook his head, "No, you have to be a playboy, find a way to contact more descendants of powerful people, build a good relationship with them, and then find a way to find a daughter of a celebrity. marry."

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

"I know you are not willing to give in, and neither am I, 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 that player, not you!"

Early the next morning, people from the Security Committee came to the door. It was not a bad thing, but they just told Drago that the Security Committee would now be responsible for his safety in the federation, and they also hoped that he would choose some legal security options. Institutional bodyguards provide some measure of protection.

The Security Committee can provide agents as bodyguards to protect him. Of course, he can also find them 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. As Lynch said when he communicated with him yesterday, as a "dictator" in the eyes of the federal people, some of the things he said personally are more powerful than those promoted by the federal government. Easily gain people's trust.

Discrediting and questioning the government has become a correct trend at the bottom of the federation, and the top federation has no intention of changing anything.

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

For the entire federation, the country is the parent and the people are the children.

Parents will not take their children's dissatisfaction seriously.