Lynch is leaving.

Mr. Jeruno looked at Lynch and really didn't know how to keep Lynch, let alone how to persuade Lynch. He realized that neither himself nor Mr. President was what Lynch wanted, which made him not know what to use. Come as a bargaining chip!

You have to have what others want in order to get what you want, not to mention a completely equivalent exchange, at least both parties feel it is suitable.

But now he is asking for Lynch, and there is nothing that Lynch must have or want, so he can no longer speak.

It's not that he can't speak, but that he understands that it doesn't make much sense for him to speak.

If he "forcibly" wanted Lynch to stay, it's not impossible, but at that time, Lynch will speak loudly.

He will ask for all kinds of things that Mr. Geruno can't afford, or things that can't be given up.

Seeing that Lynch left decisively without stopping, Mr. Geruno tightened his clothes. From here, he had nothing to gain.

Lynch called Mr. Trueman as soon as he got home and told him about his meeting with Mr. Geruno. .

At this time, Mr. Truman didn't know about it, but at this moment, he realized the seriousness of the situation.

In almost a few minutes, the entire core members of the upper class of the federation were alarmed by this news, and even Mr. President, who was already lying in bed watching TV shows, had to walk into the office in clothes.

"What's the matter, is there anything special?", he looked at his housekeeper.

Generally speaking, the housekeeper will not disturb his rest, because according to the habits of the Commonwealth, they distinguish work time and private time very clearly, as long as it is not work time, it is private time.

As long as it is personal time, he should not be interrupted by business, even the President, unless it is very important, he will not get out of bed and work extra overtime for things that can be handled in a minute tomorrow morning.

The housekeeper stood by the door and did not come in. He knew very well that such calls to disturb Mr. President in the middle of the night were often very important and confidential, and he should not listen.

At least, he shouldn't listen until Mr. President asks him to.

"It was Mr. Truman's call, and the tone was very anxious."

Mr. President's heart sank, he nodded, "I see."

He went behind the table and sat down while the housekeeper closed the door.

Before closing the door, he said, "I'm right outside the door."

The closed door made the quiet and dark environment, so Mr. President couldn't help but take out a cigarette and light it, and he faintly realized what had happened.

If there was anything that had happened recently that could make him... less pleasant, it was his alone contact with Ms. Chrissy.

After he took a breath, he picked up the phone, "It's me."

With Mr. Truman's narration, Mr. President's face became more and more ugly.

"I'm sure they searched her bag and there was nothing in it..."

"Yes, at that time... I remembered, she put on a makeup, and the makeup was on the table!"

"I know, I know, I'll find a way..."

After hanging up the phone, Mr. President couldn't help taking a deep sigh.

In fact, he doesn't have a strong desire for sensuality... He just likes bowling, that's all.

Ms. Chris happens to have the same hobbies as he and has a really good level of skill.

Her figure is also very good, and she has no special needs for some... carnal desires, obeying orders, obedient, but sometimes there are some small requirements, which are related to her husband.

Looking back on the whole process of communication, I can only say that some things are really unexpected.

Mr. President never thought that he would have such a relationship with a married lady. He can only say that everything is too coincidental, and the coincidence is so natural.

If she refused to play at her manor, if she paid a little attention to her revealing outfit, if she had some resistance to closer contact, even the slightest "disfluency" would not have evolved to where it is today !

Mr. President blames no one, he only blames himself for his mistakes.

The phone rang suddenly, he glanced at it, took a deep breath of cigarette, and picked up the phone, it was the voice of the dwarf.

"Then if you don't sleep now, I will arrange for someone to pick you up. We need to talk."

Mr. President doesn't really want to face this dwarf at this time. They are close "comrades-in-arms" and incessant partners, but at the same time they are also competitors.

From a young age, to today, he has fallen, which makes him more embarrassing than losing the presidency!

But if he doesn't go, he won't do it. Once the scandal spreads, this matter will not be his business alone, but more related to the party's image and future development.

Without hesitating too long, he agreed.

A few minutes later, two cars parked at the back door of the Presidential Palace. He got into the car in a low-key manner, and saw the little dwarf not long after.

The Chairman of the Progressive Party Committee had a very serious expression at this time. There were still a few people in the room, a few of them. When Mr. President came in, he stood up all of a sudden, with a serious expression on his face.

The eyes of the two collided at a distance of more than ten meters, and neither of them avoided it.

"Congratulations, you are about to become the headline news figure of the world's discussion!", the short old man sarcastically satirized Mr. President, "The whole world will be shocked by your private life."

At this moment, Mr. President avoided the other party's gaze, walked into the room, took off his coat and handed it to the person by the door.

"I'm not like this either, but who knows that the lady's watch sneaked in a camera disguised as makeup, I never thought it would be like this!"

Mr. President defended, and at this time, the intimate lady who shared his hobbies and had a lot of topics to talk about became a female watch.

He walked to the bar and poured himself a large glass of wine, then walked to the sofa and sat down, "Now my head hurts too..."

The short old man glared at him and sat down, "With what I know about Jeruno, he should contact you and force you to compromise."

Mr. President shook his head, "Obviously the plan we have made will not change. I can't agree to compromise, even if Congress wants to impeach me."

The short old man nodded slightly at this time, and his expression softened a little. Although Mr. President did something very stupid, he was not stupid enough.

At least he knew what he should do and what he should not do.

"You've got to hold on to that, we'll try to downplay it, but there's definitely going to be some talk among the people."

If Mr. Jeruno really decides to tear up his face with the top officials of the Federation, then obviously no one can stop him from letting the people know about it.

So what we need to do at this time is not to block, but to find a way to guide.

"It is necessary to organize people as soon as possible to make people realize that these are conspiracies, those photos are technically processed, and that person is not Mr. President." The short old man's response was very quick. After he knew the news, he had some countermeasures.

Mr. President frowned slightly, "Can photos still be faked through technical means?"

Originally, he was about to despair, but he didn't expect that the photo could be faked. If the photo can be faked, then he... simply refuse to admit it, okay?

The short old man nodded, "I have asked those who are engaged in technology, and they said they can try to do it, but we don't have much time, and..."

He smiled suddenly, "We need negatives, you know what I mean."

Now, the manipulation of photos is actually the same method used in movies. To put it simply, it involves splicing together multiple layers of film or fragments of multiple negatives into a composite photo.

There are definitely some gaps in this synthetic photo compared to the original, but for this era, this method is still too advanced.

Many people don't know or even imagine that photos can be faked, so when the entertainment reporters get the photos, the newspapers and magazines will pay for them, and the people also believe that this is true.

"You can't put all your hope in this." The short old man was sober, "We should think about the worst consequences if we can't change what's about to happen, not just in case we can solve it. problem!"

Mr. President nodded, "If it really gets to that point, I will admit my mistake and resign..."

While speaking, the door suddenly opened, and two more people came out. The leader was also an old man. He took off the scarf and handed it to the assistant beside him, and asked, "Who wants to take the blame and resign?"

The people in the room stood up again, this old man was none other than the chairman of the Conservative Party committee!

Sometimes the opposition of parties and positions is just to let the people have a choice and a place to return. This is a more advanced way to reconcile contradictions!

In the old days of feudal rule, when people were dissatisfied with the rule of the royal family, or the rule of the nobles in their fiefs, what would they do?

They will overthrow all dominations ~lightnovelpub.net~ This has happened more than once in history.

Regardless of the outcome, the process is tragic.

But now, the gameplay of politics has been updated and has become more advanced. Politicians, that is, rulers, are familiar with mastering the correct method of controlling the people. Those terrible processes in the past are no longer there!

Now, when people have very negative emotions about the ruling of a certain party, they strongly dislike and even hate this party.

They don't think about finding a group of people who are as dissatisfied with the party as themselves, and then pulling up a team to stage a coup d'état to change the country through armed change.

They will only join another "opposition party", which completes their "resistance".

Civilized, orderly, simple, peaceful, safe!

This is the core value of the existence of a multi-party system!

We want to give the people something within our control, under our control, to oppose our way!

Perfect!