1237 It Is Our Job to Deal with the Aftermath

"It seems... I have finished my work today?" After Mr. President signed the last document, he screwed up the pen and put it on the table.

He turned his head and looked at his adjutant, who nodded, "Yes, Mr. President, today's work is over."

Mr. President asked again, "So I don't have any other entertainment tonight?"

"No, you can arrange the remaining time!"

Mr. President has a lot of smiles on his face. He felt very bored when he was the vice president because he couldn't interfere in anything.

In a nominally federal system, the three parties send candidates to participate in the election. They can give up or have multiple candidates.

The person who ultimately wins the election is the President of the Federation, and the first candidate from a different party in the ranking is the Vice President.

The vice president's job is to supervise some of the president's executive orders and provide some reference opinions for some policies. In short, judging from its written description, it is an important job.

But actually it’s not!

It was just a decoration, a position established to prove that "the Federation is a fair, just and free country." Anyone with normal thinking would understand it.

Putting a deputy in charge to supervise his boss?

How could this be so nonsense?

So the President at that time was very boring. He always felt that if he became the President, he would do a very good job.

When he actually became Mr. President, things became... not so good.

The busy work leaves him with very few opportunities to arrange his own time. He is constantly working every day, meeting various people, and hosting different meetings in various rooms!

Fortunately, he had some time to himself tonight.

"Make arrangements, I need to relax, don't disturb too many people, send me back to the manor..."

Soon, Mr. President's motorcade left the presidential palace. Some reporters took these photos, but they were of little value and significance.

The weather was nice today, there was a lot of traffic on the streets, and we encountered a traffic jam on the way out of the city.

While sitting in the car, the President suddenly asked the adjutant a question that he had not expected, "I heard that in Nagali earlier, when government officials and nobles were traveling, the police would use batons to drive away civilians blocking the road. ?”

This question was asked very abruptly, maybe it was just because they were stuck in a traffic jam, so they had such a question.

But for the adjutant, whether it was intentional or unintentional, he had to answer seriously.

"Yes, Mr. President, Nagaril is not as developed as the Federation."

"The streets are almost full of pedestrians. Only the local ruling class and the privileged class can afford to buy and use cars."

"When they travel, they face pedestrians on the street. If there is no one to maintain traffic order, the speed of the car will be slower than walking!"

He used "maintaining traffic order" to cover up the atrocities of the local ruling class, which is a relatively common and appropriate affix.

The Federation always adopts the attitude of "I don't want to offend anyone" when it comes to external issues, even Nagaril.

The adjutant's attitude was very cautious, and he later added, "This method is a very barbaric and brutal behavior. The situation over there is much better now."

"As far as I know, people and vehicles have been separated and there will no longer be such barbaric behavior."

Mr. President nodded, "This is our role, to help them move from barbarism to civilization..."

As he spoke, the car started moving again, and Mr. President closed his mouth, not interested in saying anything else.

At around seven o'clock in the evening, they returned to the manor, and Chris came early.

The dinner she enjoyed with Mr. President, for various reasons, no one would disclose anything that happened here, and it was rotten in the hearts of many people.

"You seem to be in a low mood. Is there something wrong?" Mr. President manipulated the knife and fork gracefully. "If you have other things to do, we can put the date for another time."

Chrissy came back to her senses. She was a little confused at first, and then shook her head, "No, it's nothing. I was thinking about something."

Mr. President did not ask further questions, and the two quietly enjoyed the simple but luxurious dinner.

After eating, Mr. President changed into a set of sports clothes, which were very loose. He was very old and was not suitable for fitness clothes that tightly bound his whole body. Chrissy also changed into a set of fitness clothes. Those common in gyms.

When Mr. President saw her in the underground bowling room, his eyes lit up.

A certain federal human behavior expert once said that everyone has different sexual habits, and most people's special sexual habits are often related to their hobbies, occupations, and the things they come into contact with most often.

Mr. President doesn’t have many hobbies. He doesn’t like playing golf, which is a bit more high-profile.

Thousands and tens of thousands of clubs will keep him away from the public. He is a low-key person, and his family has always been a low-key family.

What could be cheaper and closer to the people than bowling that can make you happy for a while for just a few dollars?

He also knew from the beginning that there was a reason for Chris to approach him, but he felt that... he was not so easily shaken, but there were always exceptions, and there were always things that people could not refuse, such as touching his special hobby.

There were only two people in the quiet underground sports space. Mr. President was a very gentleman, "Madam, please first..."

Chris picked up a ball very calmly and threw it...

Bowling is actually a sport that requires skills and physical strength. Some people may think that because it is not fast-paced, it does not require much physical strength. This idea itself is wrong.

The two alternately throw. The president likes the feeling of knocking down all the pins with one ball. Watching those bottles fall to the ground gives him a sense of satisfaction.

This sense of satisfaction is stronger than the sense of satisfaction he got from signing those documents, because these are things he can control by himself. From picking up the ball to throwing it out, he can clearly "see" his results.

Those files won't work.

Although he is also required to do the final signature confirmation, most of the time he has little understanding of what is behind those documents, which makes him a little uneasy.

As a person gets older, security is particularly important, and he can easily become immersed in this sport.

until……

"I'm a little hot." Chris said, taking off her top but still wearing shorts and stockings. She continued to exercise as if she had done nothing.

Her attraction to Mr. President gradually became higher than the attraction of bowling itself to Mr. President...

When you exercise, you will always get hot and tired.

When you are tired, you must rest.

During the halftime break, Mr. President was lying on a recliner. He stroked Chrissy's hair and squinted his eyes slightly, seeming to enjoy it very much.

"Is there anything you want to tell me over dinner? What is it?"

Chris, who was hesitating, looked up at him, which made Mr. President feel an inexplicable feeling of guilt, but he liked this feeling of guilt.

"My husband is in some trouble..."

He lowered his head and looked at Chris, "What trouble did your husband encounter?"

She did not answer immediately. After a while, she said softly, "The Ministry of Justice plans to replace him."

The president looked a little surprised and asked, "Did he do something wrong?"

For example, people who can get close to the President, regardless of age or sex, will be investigated by the security committee and other security departments to ensure that they will not pose a danger to the President before they can be allowed to have close contact.

So Mr. President is well aware of Chrissy’s family situation and how she helped her husband become a state justice.

In fact, Mr. President doesn't really care about the relationship between himself and this woman.

The other party just happened to find his special sexual fetish and satisfy some of his ideas. This is essentially a transaction, and he can also give some feedback appropriately.

Chris nodded, "Some people think that the results of his trials are controversial, and... there are only two or three cases, maybe because he is from the Conservative Party, so..."

Mr. President's hand gently pressed her head, preventing her from saying the next words.

"You can do anything in the federation, but you can't actively provoke antagonism between parties. You will offend a lot of people!"

"He is from the Conservative Party. It is not easy for me to directly intervene in these matters, but if he doesn't mind, he can work in the Ministry of Justice."

"When there is an opportunity, maybe he will be transferred to an important position..."

He suddenly took a deep breath at this time, and some blood vessels bulged on the back of his hand, as if he had a burst of emotion, but soon calmed down again.

Then he took Chris's hand and walked to the edge of the fairway, "Come on, let's continue to finish the unfinished game!"

The next morning, Lynch took the initiative to visit Mr. Trueman.

Recently, the tripartite talks have been going smoothly due to Gaevra's intervention.

The Gefra people are willing to suffer a little loss in order to quell the spread of war between the Federation and Pengeo, which gives both sides enough dignity and steps.

They wouldn't have fought in the first place, but now there are benefits, so why not negotiate?

As the person mainly responsible for these tasks, Mr. Trueman was actually quite busy. He spared more than ten minutes to meet with Lynch.

As soon as they met, Lynch revealed some of the materials he had in hand.

"Chrissy's husband may be removed by the Department of Justice. She is a very capable woman, and Mr. President is one of his choices."

In one sentence, these relationships and reasons were clearly explained. Mr. Trueman frowned and said, "What do you think?"

He instinctively wants to help the president clear this line. Once this kind of thing is exposed, it will be a big trouble.

And he was also very curious about how this woman impressed the President. You must know that the President is already sixty or seventy years old. It is not easy to emotionally impress a man of this age.

However, he still asked Lin Qi. Lin Qi could always find some different ways. He just asked subconsciously.

As expected, Lynch gave him an answer he couldn't have imagined!

"We should not interfere, but should help the president deal with the aftermath..."