1142 Artificial Landscaping
Just as Mrs. Klein looked outside, a somewhat familiar person who seemed to have seen her somewhere also entered the cafe.
She took a few more glances and saw that she was a very exquisitely dressed woman. Her exquisiteness was not exactly the same as Mrs. Klein's exquisiteness.
If Mrs. Klein embodies the refinement of a wealthy person, then the other party embodies the refinement of a politician!
She looked at it a few more times and then looked away. She looked familiar but didn't recognize him.
There are many senior officials in Bupen, and you might encounter a few just walking on the street, especially near the Presidential Palace, where officials of all kinds can be seen everywhere just like ordinary people.
Therefore, seeing officials here is not surprising to the locals at all, only those outsiders will be amazed by them.
She stood up and left, but just as she sat down, a lady who looked a little familiar to Mrs. Klein called the waiter and ordered a cup of coffee for seven dollars and ninety-nine cents, and a pastry set for a full ten dollars.
Plus tip, twenty bucks.
The pastry combination is the kind of four pieces of pastry of different colors, just four small pieces. If you put them all into your mouth, you may not be able to fill your mouth.
But it is expensive. Still very sweet!
It is said that this kind of pastry comes from a small country, and the production process is very complicated. Dozens are often made, and only a few succeed in the end. In short, it is expensive, no matter how cheap its raw materials are.
The combination of strong, burnt coffee and sweet pastries, with a mint leaf garnished on the edge of the pastry plate, is very popular in the Federation.
If Mrs. Klein had seen the previous bowling tournament, she would have known that this woman was the one who finished second.
Kris, a very common name.
She simply put on some makeup and waited for a while before another woman walked in.
She wore a belted emerald green dress that had a lot of sparkly little embellishments on it, but it didn't make it look out of place.
She wore a sun hat of the same color, a pair of sunglasses, and a small satchel on her wrist.
She handed the hat to the clerk, then sat across from Chris and took off her sunglasses.
It's Ms. Tracey.
"You are playing with fire!", she lowered her voice, "I warned you last time, don't think about taking shortcuts all day long!"
Chrissy used to be a little afraid of Ms. Tracy for many reasons. First of all, Ms. Tracy's father is an old politician himself and has a wide range of interpersonal relationships.
Secondly, her uncle is the patriarch of a region and has great influence locally and even in the federation.
And she herself is a pioneer in the feminist movement. This family is not a simple role. If they work together, even if Chris's husband is a judge in the state court, it will be difficult to deal with it.
But now, she is not afraid anymore, because she just slept with the president, and the president even took the initiative to invite her to go bowling together next time.
At this moment, Ms. Tracy, who she had been a little afraid of before, suddenly became ordinary. Maybe this was the difference.
When she stood at a higher place, the mountain that she thought was insurmountable before now looked like a bulging bag on the ground under her feet!
She is not even a mountain, just a bag.
"That's my private life, Tracy, you have no control over my private life, understand?" There was not much anger in her tone, and there was not even much fluctuation in her heart.
As a "successful person", she has a broad mind at this moment.
Ms. Tracy was very angry at her, "I treat you as a friend, you said you really wanted to...I also arranged it for you, and now you treat me like this?"
The two of them were sitting in the corner of the cafe. At this time, there was no one, and no one would pay attention to them.
Chris looked innocent, "Did I say bad things about you?"
"Or are you seducing your husband who doesn't even know where he is?"
"No, I didn't do anything, I just did what I thought I should do."
"It's none of your business, you know?"
Ms. Tracy's nose was almost crooked with anger. She wanted to change her approach, "You have to think about your family. If these things spread..."
"My husband is very supportive of me." In one sentence, Ms. Tracy stopped what she wanted to say.
Ms. Tracy swore that she had never seen such a shameless woman and her husband in her life!
By this time, she also understood that persuasion had no practical meaning.
After a moment of silence, she sighed, "I have said everything I need to say. From now on... try to have as little contact as possible."
After saying that, she stood up and left.
It is very dangerous to interfere in the president's private life, very, very dangerous.
Maybe Chris and her husband think this is a shortcut to a higher social class, but sometimes the point of the shortcut is not the upper class, but hell!
This kind of thing has not only happened once or twice in the Federation, it has happened many times.
It can be said that Ms. Tracy was born in a political family, and the strong political atmosphere made her very aware of the consequences of doing so!
Mr. President was promoted to power by various capitalists and large consortiums. They invested too much in Mr. President, and they will not allow anyone to affect Mr. President's term of office!
No matter who it is.
If someone creates this kind of danger, then the person who created this kind of danger has only one fate, and that is to completely and completely disappear from this world.
Everything accompanying him/her/it has completely disappeared!
There will be no exceptions.
But there are some people who want to die, and there is nothing that can be done to stop them.
Ms. Tracy left disappointed, and she decided not to care about these things anymore.
Chris's hand holding the coffee cup was trembling a little, and her heart was not as calm as it seemed.
She, her husband, was also experiencing a series of problems.
Her own company is on the verge of bankruptcy due to poor management, and her husband, a state court justice, is gradually losing his power and status for some reasons.
The Ministry of Justice plans to replace him and give him a very noble job with little power.
This kind of work...actually has no actual value or significance. Without power and money, there is no future in life.
Perhaps the only way to save this family is by taking shortcuts.
She put down her tea cup and twenty dollars, then stood up to leave. She didn't touch the delicate, cute-looking pastries at all, and just left.
Everything returned to calm, and the waiter came over to clear the table. He was a young man with some freckles on his face. He looked around, put four pastries into his pocket, and then brought an empty plate and coffee. cup, and returned to the counter with twenty dollars.
He wanted to take these expensive pastries back and give them to his family to taste.
On the newspaper rack next to the counter he passed by, the crazy side of the exchange was clearly printed. People were waving their fists excitedly. The core of the entire picture was only the silver billboard and its ever-increasing curve!
In the north, after the bombing, the warlords seemed to be discouraged, and they began to take the initiative to avoid it. This also allowed Blackstone's safe team to advance north quickly without any obstruction.
In the first week of May, there was less than half a month left before the scheduled location. They arrived at the scheduled location earlier than they planned.
People who were still tense at first had relaxed their vigilance slightly. Ryan held his gun and thought about the bombing that night all day long.
He has been thinking about a question during this time, what role can personal power play in war?
After witnessing the horrific bombing with his own eyes, his original dream of becoming a hero gradually dimmed.
Because he found that he had no chance to do this!
If there are a large number of planes bombing over his head, how can he escape these bombs?
He couldn't do it, which meant that he, like the enemies who died in the bombing, would eventually become a number among the cold numbers.
The bombing extinguished his passion for becoming a hero, and he became a little confused.
Several days of garrisoning and patrolling had also eased the tension some time ago. Just this afternoon, several transport vehicles came from behind.
They did not stop at the camp and went directly to the predetermined location.
Looking at those vehicles, Ryan felt a little strange. He saw a troop carrier full of Nagali people. What were they doing bringing those savages here?
Release in nature?
He laughed when he thought of this. The prejudice against the Nagaril people has always existed. Calling them savages may already be a good attitude.
There is even an extreme thought in the mainstream society of the Federation, which considers human beings in extremely backward civilizations such as the Nagaril people not to be human beings!
Yes, they think the Nagarils and the like just look like humans, but they are not humans, they are some kind of animals, so they don't need to be treated like humans.
Things like humanitarianism, ethics, etc. are not needed at all.
Ryan is not that extreme, but he doesn't like the Nagali people either.
In previous reports, these people killed many foreign businessmen, including federal people.
The fast-moving personnel carrier carried people to the edge of a mountain forest. Then the people got out of the vehicle and started working at the request of the supervisor.
They carried some aluminum foil products into the forest, then looked for some rocks, spread the aluminum foil products on the rocks, and compacted them with the tools they carried.
It looks like those stones have turned... silvery white!
At the foot of the mountain, some workers were spreading silver ore everywhere. In addition to the supervisors, there were also Blackstone Security staff with guns.
If someone wants to do something that violates the contract, they will shoot to stop them without mercy.
The entire mountain forest was quiet, with only some wild animals looking at these humans curiously from a distance, using their small brains to think about what these people were doing.