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"Father!"

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

They talked for an afternoon, but did not have dinner together in the evening. Lynch gave the opportunity to him and his family.

Until a minute ago, Lynch sent him here, outside a single-family villa in an upscale neighborhood in the city center of Buppen.

The villa is very small, compared with his provincial governor's mansion.

But here is more like a "home".

This feeling is very strange, amazing, and difficult to describe. He feels like this, especially when his family members stood at the door to greet him, and when his eldest son called out the word "father", he was relieved. Tone.

Safe and stable.

All afternoon, Lynch was talking to him about some things about living in the Federation, and at the same time reminding him not to try to use some of his remaining power to do something.

In order to win Drag, United Development Corporation gave provincial governors like him a share.

This share is not too many, but it is not too few. The annual dividends are as large as one million, which is also an alternative promise.

As long as they are willing to join the Federation, they may lose their potential, but at least they have no worries about food and clothing, and money is better than power in the Federation.

But he can't want to go to work as a member of the board of directors, or return to Nagalil for business. Joint Development Company will not allow him to do that unless he wants to disappear completely.

Dragg, who had figured out all the conditions, had many complex emotions, constantly surging, and finally turned into a sigh.

Fortunately, he still has a life and family.

He turned his head and looked at his eldest son and his youngest son. These two children were his favorites. At this time, there was no trace of Nagalil from them.

The eldest son wore trendy clothes that Dragg couldn't understand, and he also made a very popular hairstyle. What made Dragg feel a little weird was that he actually wore a few ear studs.

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

The second son stood at a relatively rear position, without much joy on his face, as if he was still dissatisfied with Drago for not keeping him in Nagalil.

There was the youngest one and his two daughters, all standing on the side behaved, his wife standing at the end.

His wife has changed the most. She no longer wears the traditional dress of Nagalil, and she has changed into the one that the Federation is accustomed to.

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

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

Since he will change, why should he blame others for the changes?

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

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

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

After a simple freshening up and a change of casual clothes, he sat at the dining table.

The table is full of very rich food, almost half of which he doesn't know what it is. All in all, it looks very nice, and the enticing fragrance fills the whole restaurant.

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

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

Drag shook his head, "The Federation is like a greedy hyena. They will not let new developments and changes occur over there, so I retired early."

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

After all, it was his own son. He told both the good and the bad and asked his third son to choose, but that guy still chose power, even if it was a false power.

He did not follow Drag to the Federation, which made Drag a bit of self-blame, but this kind of self-blame quickly disappeared. He is a ruler, and the ruler's ability to manage his own emotions is better than ordinary people. Some.

"Let’s eat, don’t talk about me, and talk about how you are doing here!" Drago staggered the subject very well. The more things we talked about Nagalil, the more he actually showed him. inability.

If he is really capable, he won't be sitting here now. Maybe some people say that no one can do better in this situation, but is there still someone insisting?

So he changed the subject and changed one.

"Here... actually pretty good." Drago's eldest son put down the knife and fork in his hand, and answered the question after serious consideration for a while.

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

"Exquisite food, considerate service, everything for enjoyment, and even the help of politicians!" The eldest son looked at Drago, "You may not understand, the Federation is much more magical than we thought. "

"As long as we have money, there will be politicians who speak for us. You may not know that when we first arrived here, our neighbors complained about our race and tried to expel us by voting by the community owners."

"But... we spent a little money and found a local councillor (Buppen City Councillor), 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..."

Dragg listened carefully to these things the eldest son said, and put down his knife and fork, his expression was a bit serious, "No, we won't do anything."

"Our money and the dividends from the joint development company are enough for our two generations to live a prosperous life. There is no need to waste a lot of money and energy to do meaningless things."

"It's my fault to discuss these issues at the dinner table. Let's eat first!" After he finished speaking, he picked up the knife and fork again, and the children at the table and the wife sitting in the tail seat dared to continue eating.

The only advantage of a somewhat dull dinner is that it is very rich.

After the meal, Drag's second son went straight back to his room. The two daughters and the younger son returned to their room after asking for instructions. He and his eldest son went to the study.

"The brand-new study room, after we set it up, we only clean it regularly, no one uses it!" The eldest son knew some of Dragg's habits, and he explained it.

Dragg nodded in satisfaction. He sat on the chair and patted the leather-wrapped armrests. This kind of federal chair was indeed much more comfortable than his wicker chairs, at least not poking his butt.

After the eldest son also sat down, Dragg turned his attention back to his child, "I know what you mean at the dinner table, but I warn you, it's best not to do that."

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

This homework was commissioned before Drago came, and in the afternoon, Lynch also hinted to him, don’t think about regaining power with some influence here, at least he and his son don’t have that. Qualifications.

This is not a reminder, it is a warning, he is very clear.

After the eldest son heard it, it was a little difficult to accept. After he came here, he passed this period of time, finally found a new goal, but was strangled by his father.

"I don't understand, do we, our offspring can only be kept in cages like us?" His voice was a bit bitter, and he suddenly began to envy his brother who stayed in Nagalil, perhaps not free, But at least a little freedom~lightnovelpub.net~ Drago kneaded his temples with his hands, squinted and shook his head. Make a good relationship, and then find a way to find a celebrity's daughter to marry."

"I, you, although your generation can't do anything, but your next generation can!"

"I know you are not reconciled, and I am not reconciled, but we can't help it."

"You want to play this game, then you must join this game as a player!"

"Your child is the player, not you!"

Early the next morning, people from the Safety Committee came to the door. It was not a bad thing, but told Drago that the Safety Committee would now be responsible for his safety in the Federation, and also hope that he will choose some legal security. The bodyguards of the agency provide some protective measures.

The safety committee can provide special work as a bodyguard to protect him, of course, he can also find it by himself, in short, double protection is needed.

He is very important, and there should be no mistakes in a short time.

The next step is to arrange for him to participate in some TV shows. Just as Lynch said when he was in a briefing with him yesterday, as a "dictator" in the eyes of the federal people, some of his personally spoken things are more than what the federal government advertises. It is easy to gain people's trust.

Discrimination of the government, questioning the government, has become a right trend at the bottom of the federal government, and the top of the federal government has no plans to change anything.

This is like the same sentence. When a parent says it to a child, the child will only use it as a fart, but when their friends say this sentence to them, they will take it in their hearts and implement it seriously.

For the entire Confederation, the state is the parent and the people are the children.

Dissatisfaction with children, parents will not take it to heart.