"This is the best bar around here..." Lynch first walked to the side of the bar, ordered a glass of wine, and then turned to look at Mr. Truman, "If you just want a drink!"

Striptease clubs like this that can be opened near high-end neighborhoods have a deep background, otherwise it would be impossible for the club to be opened just by police checkups.

After all, it is illegal to apply for recruitment in the Federation, and the **** is the hardest hit area-there will always be people who can't help all kinds of girls showing the beauty of the human body. This is the value of the VIP box on the second floor.

With enough background, there must be enough financial resources, so the boss behind this club definitely doesn't just want to build a club for ordinary people.

People of any grade will definitely bring what grade of consumption. It is normal for ordinary people to spend ten or twenty yuan to have fun, but this little money has not been seen by the club operators from the beginning.

What he likes is the more high-end customers, the kind that can spend three to five hundred or even three to five thousand every time he comes here. This also makes everything here become very high-end, and only in this way can he attract those Real high-end customers.

There is a special fragrance in the elegant room, the dim and ambiguous lights and the girl with a mask on the stage, all of which give people a feeling of "it's **** good to be rich".

Mr. Truman smiled, shook his head and walked to the edge of the bar and ordered a glass of wine.

After two sips of wine, Mr. Truman's face was obviously more confided.

Sometimes Lynch felt that the federal people’s physique was something special, for example, just a sip or two of alcoholic beverages could make their state change quickly.

They ordered two bottles of wine and went to a deck in a corner to sit down.

"I'm in a bad mood." Mr. Truman took another sip, with some painful expressions on his face. What he wanted was spirits, even though ice cubes were added to ease the hotness of the spirits at the entrance. , Drinking such a big sip in one breath is really uncomfortable.

Then he slowly spit out a breath of alcohol, "I was suspended from work..."

As soon as Lynch was about to take a sip, he stopped in mid-air with the cup in his hand, "temporary?"

Mr. Truman nodded, "Temporarily, there are other troubles besides these. The Security Committee will re-evaluate me, and the internal affairs department will also start investigating me. You know, these things are all Together."

He couldn't help but take another sip, then he beat the table hard!

The voice was loud, and with a bang, not many people in the club looked over here. As soon as one of the employees responsible for maintenance was about to approach, he was blocked by a man in black.

The man in black opened his neckline, revealing the weapon and license plate inside, and the club staff left here very witty.

Mr. Truman in the deck looked very embarrassed. He blocked the big consortium from starting small and medium contracts, in exchange for being reported under his real name.

A third-rate businessman whom he had never known and had never dealt with brought some materials to report him for suspected crimes on duty, abuse of power, and other messy crimes.

In fact, everyone knows that this is the revenge of the big consortium against him, or some kind of hidden warning, but the process still has to go.

You can’t go beyond the boundaries of the law and ignore the rules and systems just because everyone knows it well.

He was temporarily suspended from all work at hand and will not resume work until the investigation is over. As for how long it will take, obviously it will not be too fast.

It takes time to verify the content of a report. Assuming that one content takes a week, reporting a dozen non-existent crimes can stop him for several months.

On the contrary, he not only didn't have the means to counterattack these counterattacks, he couldn't even find a defensive method, so he could only get sulking.

What made him even more angry was that Mr. President was too weak in facing this issue. He even took the initiative to talk to Mr. Truman, asking him not to target those big consortia too much.

In fact, the reason why Mr. President did this, Mr. Truman is very clear. The general election is about to come. These people have a lot of votes in their hands. At this critical moment, no one's favor is more important than the general election.

Only by stabilizing the results of the general election and ensuring that there is nothing wrong can we discuss other issues next.

Although Mr. Truman knew this in his heart, emotionally speaking, it was still difficult for him to accept it.

"The only thing to be thankful for now is that I am the ‘one’. They can’t do without me. I understand very well that this time it’s just a reminder from them. These female cousins ​​raised it!"

Lynch glanced at the wine in his glass. He didn't understand why he didn't respond much when drinking it. Mr. Truman and other Federalists could quickly enter the "state" after drinking a little wine, which is amazing.

His thinking only flashed on this issue, and then returned to the topic, "There is a proverb, "If you destroy the capitalist’s profiteering method, you will kill his whole family. Forgiving the hatred'."

"The current situation is like this. The capitalists always pursue benefits. You don't want them to do that. At the same time, you are not'hard' enough. In fact, their methods are moderate, they are just harassing you."

What Lynch is telling is the truth. Compared with all kinds of more extreme methods, the big consortium's approach this time is quite gentle. In fact, this has something to do with the upcoming general election.

Everyone does not think that Mr. President will have an opponent. As Mr. President's most important staff and important government staff, doing too much will make Mr. President feel dissatisfied.

Truman was also his subordinate, and if he did it, he would lose face.

Compared with Mr. Truman's "naive", the current Mr. President is the real representative of the troublesome.

He is tepid, and you never know whether he is a tortoise with a shrunken head or a viper locked up and ready to attack. The latter is more likely.

He will not directly show overly obvious love and hatred, but as long as he is given a chance, he might hurt others.

That's why this time a small person's real-name report was just a report.

"I know!" Mr. Truman nodded. "I know you are telling the truth. You are different from those people, Lynch. That's why I'm looking for you for a drink, not someone else."

"To be honest, I'm disappointed with everyone, it's so disappointing."

"Whether it’s the cabinet or the capitalists, it’s disappointing. Everyone is as if they can’t see those social issues. Even if they can’t see it themselves, they don’t allow others to see it. I don’t know what’s wrong with this society. It shouldn’t be. It looks like this."

"From top to bottom, from top to bottom, I'm so desperate!"

He finished a large glass of spirits with a glass, and then poured another glass for himself, his face also began to turn red, and it was obvious that the spirit of the wine was beginning to rise.

Looking at him, Lynch could not help but exclaimed that this is the man who came from the military, and the shaping of values ​​is complete. If Mr. Truman is not a "player" from the military, his values ​​may be more biased towards traditional ones. Politicians or capitalists have only interests in their eyes.

Only by maintaining a kind of enthusiasm in a relatively closed environment, can he have him now.

Lynch nodded slightly, "This is the value of each of us, Truman, each of us hopes that this world will become the best in our own eyes, and we will continue to work hard for this goal."

"Some people think that they have money and the world is beautiful, so they try to make money."

"In fact, we are the same, we all feel that only ourselves is right, so we are also working hard in this regard."

"No one is absolutely wrong, and no one must be right, don't you?"

Mr. Truman took another sip. He raised his head and looked at Lynch with some red blood in his eyes. "Then what do you think of a beautiful world like?"

"Me?" Lynch was a little surprised. He sighed softly, "Everyone has their own job, life is easy, the relationship between family members is harmonious, all walks of life are developing in an orderly manner, the country is strong, and the nation is Prosperity, whether it is politics, military, economics, or culture, is very developed..."

"Of course, if I can have a little more money and a little more social status than other people, that would be my ideal world."

He sighed, then looked at Mr. Truman who was distracted.

After about a few seconds, the latter suddenly recovered, smiled and patted the table, "I didn't expect you to be such a capitalist."

"I'm not a capitalist." Lynch shook his head and denied his evaluation of himself.

"No... Yeah, you are a different capitalist. For the first time, I heard someone think that the country is strong, the nation... is it rich and strong?"

He breathed a long sigh of relief and took another sip, "I really hope your dream can come true, Lynch, you are really different from others."

"Should I be happy for myself to be different from others?"

"certainly!"

The content of the next two chats has deviated from the serious topic, and they have also moved from the deck to the periphery of a striptease stage. After all, Lynch has exchanged so much change that it has to be spent.

This **** is very efficient in terms of operation. When they came in, they knew that every dancer here had a formal job outside ~ lightnovelpub.net~ and some were even college students.

They wear face masks, simple clothes, plus some bedding and introductions. It is obviously a very vulgar place, and suddenly the style comes up.

In the process of venting their emotions, another interesting thing happened. Perhaps the dancer saw the wad of banknotes in Mr. Truman's pocket and actively invited him to the stage.

This is also a small game that often appears during the performance. Mr. Truman drinks a lot, and coupled with his emotional catharsis, he has long lost his usual calm appearance.

The girl kept dancing around him with special meanings, while he was holding a wad of banknotes in one hand, and the other hand was constantly drawing out the top banknote!

The banknotes that were flying out one after another kept rolling in the sealed, windless space, slowly falling, and the atmosphere soon reached its climax.

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