People always have different thoughts and desires at different time periods, but one item is the same.

That is the summary of the past and the outlook for the future.

What is the future?

Mr. Truman stared at Lynch's eyes. He saw that Lynch's eyes lost their focus for a moment, and he was thinking.

But it was like... His eyes passed through his body and looked to a certain place "forward". The feeling made people tremble, but there was also a hint of expectation and excitement.

What will the future look like, can he really see it?

Mr. Truman thought so.

After a while, Lynch smiled and shook his head, "No one can answer you a very profound question."

Mr. Truman looked at him with a smile, "I think you really saw something just now, don't you want to share it with me?"

"wealth!"

Lynch did not refuse, as soon as he opened his mouth, it was a vocabulary that made people unable to suppress the impulse and desire for it, wealth.

Followed by...

"Power, war!"

"You know, there are some people who think that war and capital are a means and a way for politics to derive outwards. We use capital or war to solve problems, but they are not."

"Politics is not as important as I thought. Truman, whether it is in the past, present, or future, politics has been manipulated by capital."

"You ask me what I saw..." He was thinking while holding his head, as if summarizing how to express everything he saw, "I saw the uncontrollable capital swell to the point of uncontrollable."

"Everyone is controlled by capital. Whoever is rich will speak louder, and whoever is poor will have to bear all injustices more and more, just like..."

The smile on his face made Mr. Truman's scalp a little numb, "...just like now!"

As it is now.

Mr. Truman breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to laugh out loud at the same time. He felt that Lynch was teasing himself, but when he showed the expression that he was about to "laugh out loud", the laughter broke out.

It didn't run out of his throat, and matched his expression with a look like "This joke is so **** funny", no, it's gone.

He seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand.

Because he realized that Lynch was right!

The presidential election is controlled by capitalists, while the list of top leaders in various government departments is controlled by the president.

To some extent, capitalists can control the list of presidential cabinets in one administration, or even two—if they do well.

Was that true two hundred years ago?

No, it was not like this two hundred years ago. At that time, the federal government was not like it is now. Even if politics cannot override capital, it can at least contend.

Politicians take pride in ensuring their independence!

This was not the case a hundred years ago. Although capital has expanded and is out of control, the federal government is still doing its utmost to control capital.

They introduced a series of bills that have been in operation until now to restrict the expansion and fission of capital, hoping to slow down the pace of capital!

Look at now...Politicians are proud to know the capitalists. They will not hesitate to say disgusting sentences like "Mr. So-and-so supports my idea" at some point to prove their relationship with the capitalists. .

What does the future look like?

Mr. Truman felt a biting cold. Perhaps a hundred years from now, politicians will be like workers today. The federal government is just a special "company". Its shareholders are those super-large consortia, chaebols, and big capitalists. .

And everyone in this company, every politician, president, minister, deputy chief, or whatever, is just their worker!

With a salary that may be much higher than other jobs, they are doing work similar to what the workers in the factory do now-accepting the fate of being exploited, oppressed, and controlled!

Politics will be drained of the last bit of profit in the hands of capital, and then discarded.

What happens after they abandon politics?

Maybe the Confederation will be divided, and the capitalists will fight each other for plunder, not justice.

Sad future!

Mr. Truman was taken aback by his imagination about the future, and his expression became extraordinarily serious. It was definitely not a good future.

"It sucks," he answered Lynch.

Lynch nodded, seeming to agree, "Yes, it sucks."

The two people looked at each other and were silent for a long time. Mr. Truman calmed down a bit. He asked curiously, "You are also a capitalist, why do you have such an idea? You should hope this happens, right? ?"

"I don't agree with what you said. I have never admitted that I am a capitalist. Secondly, even if I am, I am a socially responsible and patriotic capitalist."

"I am different from them!"

Lynch’s tone was very solemn, like a speech to multinational leaders at some kind of large international conference, “I don’t like looking for profit in destruction, which is different from them.”

"And in my eyes, profit is not the only thing. I have a bottom line and my own moral standards. I don't want the world to become that way."

"So I sit here, we have the same demands in a way, and we don't want capital to get out of control."

Mr. Truman pointed out an error in Lynch's statement, "It's out of control!"

"Then pull it back!" Lynch's reaction was extremely quick.

After another period of silence, Mr. Truman pulled on his tie. The tie would make him feel that his neck was stuck by something, and his breathing would not be smooth.

He thought, thought, a layer of sweat was secreted on his forehead in this cold winter.

He leaned forward and looked at Lynch, "You must be crazy, they won't let us succeed!" He said something that looked very decadent, but his spirit was very excited. He seemed to want to express that it was not. "Will not succeed", but "we should try".

Lynch didn't answer this time, just looked at him.

For some reason, Mr. Truman thought about what he had encountered before, and he felt that Lynch made a lot of sense.

He was unwilling to bow his head. The capitalists forced him to bow his head. Even a gentler like Mr. President gave him a vacation.

If he does not compromise and does not bow his head, it may be his last moment in federal politics.

Until now, he needs to attend some capitalist gatherings from time to time.

At the party, everyone will not discuss anything, just talk about current affairs, then eat, drink and have fun, and enjoy.

He knew that the purpose of the capitalists doing this was to observe his attitude, and he had to show that "we are a group" so that the capitalists would not be wary of him.

Capital is more inflated than ever before, and they can even control a high-ranking federal government official beyond the will of Mr. President.

It's really scary!

About seven or eight seconds later, Mr. Truman asked, "Can you tell me why you think so, I'm very curious!"

Lynch shouldn't be on his side, or shouldn't be on the side of the camp that suppresses the power of capital, he has no reason to oppose himself.

If Lynch's answer to him is not so perfect, there may be some gaps between the two parties who have been happily working together.

These rifts will not affect their continued cooperation in the short term, but in the long run, it is definitely not good news!

Lynch sat on a chair with his legs folded, his hands on his knees, "The end of madness is destruction. If capital is not restrained, it will inevitably go madness and destruction."

"I'm just saving myself!"

Mr. Truman leaned back and pointed at Lynch, "Good excuse, I pretend I believe it."

He really believed it, he didn't pretend to just say so.

Mr. Truman breathed a sigh of relief and laughed a few times. He took the handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his face. "It's really not fun to chat with you. I think if I have a heart attack, it will almost break out. It's been a few times."

Lynch's counterattack is still very quick, "If it's really like that, what kind of flowers do you like?"

Mr. Truman was a little confused by Lynch's rhetorical question, "What does it have to do with what flowers I like?"

"I can buy a bunch when I go to the Scanning Bureau!"

Mr. Truman pointed at Lynch and laughed unscrupulously, "Hahaha..."

After laughing for a long time, he took a deep breath and said viciously, "I won't die until you capitalists are finished!"

No one knew about this conversation. When Lynch left, Mr. Truman took the initiative to send him off. The two talked for a while downstairs, and then Lynch left by car.

Looking at the slow-moving team in the snow, Mr. Truman is full of fighting spirit like never before~lightnovelpub.net~ He seems to have found the right direction and must work hard with these as goals.

He doesn't know what the future is like, but he will do everything he can to make the future not so bad!

Lynch sitting in the car was thinking about the next work, Marillo's offensive was completely suspended, and those people would withdraw back to the federal territory.

The Federation is currently suffering from a snowstorm. Don't expect to fully resume work and production before April.

Then there are only two things left to do. The first thing is related to Silver, but he is still in the layout and will not move for the time being.

The remaining thing is fine, and it has something to do with food.

Although Nagalil also experienced the lowest temperature ever, it was still very warm there for the Federation.

He can go on vacation and solve these problems by the way. He hasn't passed for a while, and it just so happens that he can still chat with Akumari...