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No one wanted to get up just after soaking in the hot spring water. Mr. President obviously did. He and the housekeeper made a gesture. Not long after, the servants put a table in the bath.

"This is specially prepared for doing something here, and of course it is also a gift from my grandfather!" Mr. President smiled and sat on the edge of the table.

This table is quite big, it can accommodate six to eight people sitting around the table, oval, everyone sitting in the bath will not think it is too high or too short, just right.

The wooden surface is not painted with any paint or the like, but it will give people a waterproof and greasy feeling, which is the result of continuous soaking and painting with an oil refined from wood.

This vegetable oil is good for humans, water, or anyone, and it will not cause harm.

At the same time, its hydrophobicity and sealing can ensure that the wood will not be damaged by water, such as decay or something.

The top of the table is stone, it is not clear what the specific material is, like purple agate, and some yellow silk threads are mixed in it, which looks very beautiful.

Some important areas are outlined on the table with gold and silver lines, such as the betting area, the cards and so on.

Everyone gathered around, and some people said that they didn't know how to play. This is a modest statement. In fact, their grade and status are not enough to participate in such a game.

If you rush into it, you may offend people-sometimes people will always be careful to think that they are not able to sit on the table, and it is because some other people have done it!

Lynch sat on the edge of the table. Everyone knew that he was forming a consortium that belonged to him. This also indicated that he was qualified to sit on the table.

Mr. President looked at Lynch with a sigh of emotion. He quoted a sentence from this young man four years ago. At that time, he was humble like a passerby on the side of the road, without any sense of existence or value.

But at this moment, look at him, no one can ignore his impact on this country and the federal economy.

He even began to exert a huge influence on national defense and diplomacy, and he was pushing behind many things.

Mr. President thinks he is a little lucky, because he and Lynch have a good relationship, and Lynch also donated a lot of money to him, and that money really came in handy.

Some of the remaining people are of almost this level, not too high, unlike Mr. Geruno or Mr. Wardrick, Mr. Patu and the like.

Lower than them.

"Why have some fun?" Mr. President looked at everyone, "Piaeva or something?"

He is very old and well maintained, and he can even see the contours of some muscles.

Without waiting for someone to answer him, he asked and answered, "Piaeva has been too long. With so many of us, it may take a few hours to play a game. Let's play a simple one."

Speaking of him, he started to issue cards to other people, no matter his age, his status, or his status, he was qualified to make this decision.

In a simple game, everyone gets two cards, and then there is a common card area.

"Small blind bets one dollar, don't upgrade..."

The simple and fast rules make it easy for everyone to enter the game. The butler distributes chips to each guest, one hundred dollars per person.

Of course, sometimes playing cards is more than just playing cards, playing cards is just a kind of appearance, it is not really something to be manifested.

"A few things have caused me a headache recently..." Mr. President picked up the hand in front of him, looked down, and said as if chatting casually, "The food is a little nervous."

He then threw a green chip up, "Two dollars..."

This is not a simple "poker game", it has a deeper meaning.

With the outbreak of the federal immigration wave, the total population has surged, and the proportion of immigrant population in the total federal population has exceeded 30%.

In the past few years, grain was still able to meet domestic demand, but in recent years it has been seriously inadequate.

With the birth of second-generation immigrants and even the third and fourth-generation immigrants from the early to the present, more and more food gaps have begun to appear.

There is a very interesting phenomenon. The immigrant population has more willingness than the federal natives on the issue of fertility.

In the Federation, in a federal city family, it is more common for a family to have one or two children, because life pressure is greater, and having more children means a heavier burden.

In remote areas and rural areas, each family has about two to four children, because children are also a labor force, starting from being able to walk independently, they can provide a certain amount of labor for the family.

Moreover, the various living burdens in the countryside are relatively easy, and people can feed more children.

This is just the phenomenon of ordinary families in the Federation, and everyone is like this now.

But immigrants are different. They are crazy about having children. Most immigrant families have at least two children. Sometimes there may be four, five, or even more.

Once a sociologist was criticized for thinking that these labor immigrants were "social residues who only knew about childbirth", and his statement also represented the views of some people.

Some problems caused by population expansion are also emerging, and the federal food is more dependent on imports.

There is not enough food in the country for a long time, but now we need to import more food, every year more than the previous year!

Increasing import pressure has made food a problem that restricts the federal diplomatic strategy. In recent negotiations on some international issues, food has been put on the table.

Had it not been for Truman and Mr. President to talk about this matter, he would not even know that they had to make concessions on certain issues because of the food!

The gentleman on the left of the president also took his hand and looked at it, "Don't follow...", and dropped his hand to the discard zone.

The second one is Lynch.

Lin Qi didn't even look at it. He just threw a two-dollar chip into the betting area, "Follow..."

He paused when he said, "Nagalil can provide us with a large amount of food every year. These problems are easy to solve."

"We can use some policies to influence the choices of the people in Nagalil on the employment issue. If the return from growing crops is greater than the job, people will know how to choose."

Mr. President nodded, "This is a solution, and there are cattle and sheep. We don't eat much plants, but animals, especially beef!"

Lynch seemed to realize something, Nagalil's cow... honestly it didn't taste very good.

The local climate is relatively hot and there are many mosquitoes and the like. The local cattle are all bison breeds, even if they are domesticated, they still retain the genes of the bison.

This type of cow has some remarkable characteristics, such as its thick skin.

The reason for their thick skin is that they need thicker skin to resist mosquito bites and also have better defenses against predators.

Secondly, these cows don't have too much fat, they are all fascia and muscles that are difficult to bite.

People like the taste of fat, so most of the beef fed by the federal government is slightly fatter.

You don’t even need to put extra oil in the frying pan, and you can get some oil very quickly.

If it is lean beef...If someone has fried it, they should understand that the high temperature causes some muscle fibers to contract, and eventually the beef will be hard like a stone and difficult to swallow.

Therefore, if you want beef that is more suitable for consumption, you must look for it from temperate and frigid zones.

The lean and fatty meat in temperate beef varies according to the breed and the environment, but there will be some fat.

The cattle in the subarctic zone and the frigid zone need fat to protect against the cold. The beef of this type of cattle has more fat and is more tender and delicious when eaten.

The best beef produced by the Federation comes from the north, because the north is colder and the fat content of the beef is higher, so tender that it can be almost melted in the mouth!

If you go further north... it will be Marillo.

Maybe Mr. President was suggesting something, but Lynch didn't respond, just looked to his left hand.

Four gentlemen in a row lost their hands. When the fifth gentleman, he also invested two dollars, "Follow."

"Actually, what Mr. Lynch said just now is almost the same, let me add some more."

While looking at the cards, he said, "I think we should be tough on these people. If the federal government can give us some favorable policies, I am willing to find some suppliers internationally."

Mr. President was silent for a while, "What kind of favorable policies do you think the government should have that are good for you?"

"Tax exemption, subsidy, or export franchise in a certain area...", Mr. Talking put the card back, "It must be driven by profit, you know, every decision we make will have thousands of employees. Going to work, we cannot bear this part of the loss ourselves."

Then someone gave up, turned around, and turned to Mr. President. He thought for a while, knocked on the table, and then turned over the fourth community card.

Mr. President seemed to be thinking ~lightnovelpub.net~ After a minute or so, he dropped another two-dollar chip on the table, "I think my cards are okay, maybe we can try! "

After he finished speaking, he looked at Lynch, and Lynch also lost a bargaining chip to keep up, as did the other person.

At the moment when the last community card was turned over, Lynch shook his head and threw the card into the discard zone, as did the other person. Mr. President won this round.

He won a total of...twelve dollars, not much money, but he seemed quite happy.

The game starts again. Every time Mr. President will discuss some issues with everyone. Sometimes he can win, sometimes he can't. Everything looks like an ordinary game.

But everyone knows that it is not an ordinary game, it has its value and meaning, but some people can understand it, some people can't understand it.

Whether it is politics or capital, to put it bluntly, it is a game of cards.

Mr. President, capitalist, is just an identity, an identity used to participate in the game!