1091 It May Not Be Beautiful, but Try to Make It Beautiful

People will always have different thoughts and desires at different times, but one thing is the same.

That is a summary of the past and a look forward to the future.

What does the future look like?

Mr. Trueman stared into Lynch's eyes. He saw Lynch's eyes lose focus for a moment as he thought.

But it's like... his eyes looked through his body to somewhere "ahead". The feeling made people shudder, but also a little expectant and excited.

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

Mr. Trueman thought so.

After a moment, Lynch smiled and shook his head, "It's a very profound question, and no one can answer it for you."

Mr. Trueman looked at him with a half-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, there was a word that made people unable to restrain their impulse and desire for it: wealth.

Then comes...

"Power, war!"

"You know, some people think that war and capital are a means and method derived from politics. We use capital or war to solve problems, but that is not the case."

"Politics is not as important as you think, Trueman. No matter in the past, present or future, politics is played by capital."

"You asked me what I saw..." He raised his head as if he was thinking, but also seemed to be summarizing how to express what he saw, "I saw uncontrolled capital expanding to the point of being uncontrollable."

"Everyone is controlled by capital. Whoever is rich speaks louder, and whoever is poor has to bear all the injustices, just like..."

The smile on his face made Mr. Trueman's scalp tingle slightly, "...just like now!"

Just like it is now.

Mr. Trueman breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to laugh out loud at the same time. He felt that Lynch was teasing him, but just when he showed an expression of "laughing out loud", the laughter failed.

It didn't come out of his throat to match his expression of "that's a fucking funny joke", no, it's gone.

It was as if he was being strangled by an invisible hand.

Because he realized that Lynch was right!

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

To some extent, capitalists can control the names of the presidential cabinet for one administration, or even two if they do their job well.

Was this the case two hundred years ago?

No, this was not the case two hundred years ago. At that time, the federal government was not what it is now. If politics could not override the supremacy of capital, it could at least compete with it.

Politicians pride themselves on ensuring their independence!

This was not the case a hundred years ago. Although capital has expanded beyond control, the federal government is still doing its best to control capital.

They introduced a series of bills that are still in operation to restrict the expansion and fission of capital, hoping to slow down the pace of capital!

Look 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 certain times to prove their relationship with the capitalists. .

What does the future look like?

Mr. Trueman felt a biting coldness. Maybe a hundred years from now, politicians will be like today's workers. The federal government is just a special "company", and its shareholders are those very large consortiums, chaebols, and big capitalists. .

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

They receive a salary that may be much higher than other jobs, and do a job similar to what those workers in the factory do now - accept the fate of being exploited, oppressed, and controlled!

Politics will be squeezed out of the last bit of profit in the hands of capital and then abandoned.

What happens after they abandon politics?

Perhaps the Federation will be divided, with capitalists warring against each other for plunder rather than justice.

A sad future!

Mr. Trueman was frightened by his vision of the future, and his expression became extremely serious. That was definitely not a good future.

"That sucks.", he replied to Lynch.

Lynch nodded, seeming to agree, "Yeah, that sucks."

The two people looked at each other and were silent for a long time. Mr. Trueman calmed down a little. He asked curiously, "You are also a capitalist. Why do you have such thoughts? You should hope that such a thing will happen, 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 also a socially responsible and patriotic capitalist."

"I'm different from them!"

Lynch's tone was serious, as if he were speaking to heads of state at some large international conference. "I don't like to seek profit from 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 like that."

"So I'm sitting here. In a way, we have the same demands. We don't want capital to get out of control."

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

"Then pull it back!" Lynch responded extremely quickly.

There was another period of silence, and Mr. Trueman tugged on his tie. The tie made him feel like something was stuck on his neck, making it difficult to breathe.

He thought and thought, and a layer of sweat formed 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 decadent, but his spirit was very excited. What he seemed to want to express was not “It won’t work”, but like “we should try”.

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

Somehow, Mr. Trueman thought about what he had encountered before, and he increasingly felt that what Lynch said made sense.

He was unwilling to bow his head, so the capitalists forced him to bow his head. Even a person with a gentle personality like Mr. President had no choice but to give him a holiday.

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

Until now, he still needs to attend some gatherings of capitalists from time to time.

At the party, everyone won’t discuss anything, they will just talk about current affairs, eat, drink, have fun, and enjoy themselves.

He knows that the purpose of the capitalists is to observe his attitude. He must show that "we are in the same group" so that the capitalists will not be wary of him.

Capital is more swollen than ever before, and they can even control a senior federal official beyond the president's will.

It's really scary!

After another seven or eight seconds, Mr. Trueman asked, "Can you tell me why you think that? I'm curious!"

Lynch should not be on his side, or should not be on the side of those camps that suppress the power of capital. He has no reason to go against himself.

If Lynch's answer to him was not so perfect, there might be some rifts between the two parties who have been working happily 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, crossed his legs, and put his hands on his knees. "The end of madness is destruction. If capital is not restrained, it will inevitably lead to madness and destruction."

"I'm just saving myself!"

Mr. Trueman leaned back and pointed at Lynch, "That's a good argument. I pretend I believe it."

He really believed it, not just pretending to say so.

Mr. Trueman breathed a sigh of relief and laughed a few times. He wiped the sweat from his face with a handkerchief. "It's not fun talking to you. I feel like if I had a heart disease, it would have exploded." It’s been a few times.”

Lynch's counterattack was still very quick, "If that's true, what kind of flowers do you like?"

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

“I can buy a bunch when I go to the scanning station!”

Mr. Trueman pointed at Lynch and laughed unbridled, "Hahaha..."

After laughing for a while, 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. Trueman took the initiative to see him off. The two talked for a while downstairs, and then Lynch left in the car.

Looking at the slow-moving convoy in the snow, Mr. Trueman was filled with fighting spirit like never before. He seemed to have found the most correct direction and was going to work hard towards these goals.

He doesn't know what the future will be like, but he will do everything in his power to make the future less bad!

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

Now that the Commonwealth is 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 Bai Yin, but he is still making plans and will not move for the time being.

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

Although Nagaril also encountered the lowest temperature in history, it was still very warm for the Federation.

He could go on vacation and solve these problems. It had been a while since he had gone there. He could also talk to Akumali...