1250 I Feel Wronged!

Lynch was on the phone in a room across the street when several cars pulled up to the downstairs of Little Earl's financial company.

He stood by the window, which was closed. Gefra was not comfortable at all in winter, and the thick clothes could not stop the intrusion of cold and humid air. It was as if clothes had no use in this kind of weather.

There was heating in the room, but even so, there was a fireplace.

The weather is cooling down a bit fast, so fast that when people think it is autumn, the temperature has already entered the cold winter season.

Beautiful lace curtains hung on both sides. He turned slightly sideways, holding the phone receiver in one hand, a cigarette in his mouth, and a lighter in the other hand.

With a "ding" sound, the cigarette was lit, and he took a deep breath. The thick smoke rolled into his lungs and stretched out, and every corner was shrouded in smoke.

At this moment, nicotine fully contacts the alveoli, and a large amount of nicotine quickly enters the brain with the blood, stimulating the secretion of dopamine.

The whole person's mood seemed to relax in an instant.

The phone call happened to be connected at this moment.

"Did you have fun at Gevra?" Mr. Trueman's voice sounded nostalgic.

What I miss is not the communication with Mr. Trueman, but the tone of voice of the Federals.

The tone of the Gefra people's speech is really unpleasant. The arrogance that emerges from nowhere makes their tone of voice even unpleasant.

Lynch smiled and said yes, "Telephone lines are confidential. Gefra has cooled down very quickly these days. Is this the same for the Federation?"

"Yes, the weather forecast says that it will start snowing in Bupain tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Winter is coming much earlier this year than in previous years."

"Some experts and scholars believe that the Ice Age is coming. Yesterday, a lunatic gave a speech in Bupen, claiming that at the end of this Ice Age, the number of humans will be less than one percent of the current number, and All civilization will be destroyed..."

The people of the Federation have a very magical "physique". They believe in the existence of gods, believe in the existence of aliens, and believe that the celebrities, politicians and capitalists in the upper class are all impersonated by aliens.

They believe many things for which there is no evidence, and naturally believe that the end of the world is coming.

Mr. Trueman's tone became slightly more serious, "There was some minor trouble today. Many supermarkets and agricultural product warehouses in the northern region were robbed."

"A lot of food and winter supplies have become the main targets of robbery."

"Especially now that it's too cold in the north and it's difficult for trains to pass. I suspect the problem will be more serious after December."

He used the word severe. Normally people would not use the word severe. It means a certain bottom line, a limit state.

Once this extreme state cannot be maintained, it will be completely destroyed.

This is a front that needs to be defended!

Lynch had expected it, but he didn't expect it to be so serious. "Is it a spontaneous act or an organized act?"

"Spontaneously...many people have frozen to death in the north. Some homeless people and families who lack winter supplies are the main force. There is no conspiracy."

As soon as Lynch asked this question, Mr. Trueman knew what Lynch was thinking and immediately gave him a pretty good answer.

His answer made Lynch feel a little relieved. If someone organized chaos in the face of such a natural disaster, it would not be a good thing for the entire federation.

"If it doesn't work, sound the alarm. Once chaos breaks out, many things will not be implemented."

After saying this, he paused for a few seconds, "My food and winter supplies will be sent to the country soon, and some problems should be solved by then."

"It's best to formulate some policies to allow homeless people to go south as much as possible. I hope it won't be too cold this year."

At Lynch's request, many areas in Nagaril began to grow food. Federal people gave away seeds for free, and specialized agricultural experts helped them.

As long as you are not a fool and are willing to work, you can basically gain something.

Asr has acquired a lot of land and has a good harvest. He will become an example and a leading force, allowing more local elites in Nagaril to become farmers.

In fact, there is no shortage of smart people and practitioners in Nagaril. It is just that the environment in the past prevented people from changing their lives and the surrounding environment through their own efforts.

Now that the federals are here, not only have they not brought destruction, but they have made Nagalier better and better.

Some people think that the Nagaril people must have been mistreated. They must have worked hard like slaves under the management of the federal people.

But that's not the case. They don't know the past of Nagaril, and naturally they won't understand how happy the people of Nagaril are now.

After chatting domestically, Mr. Trueman began to talk about Lynch's operations in Gefra.

This is what Lynch himself wants to come. Of course, Mr. Trueman also hopes that he can come. No one will feel that it is unnecessary to cause trouble to his opponents.

"How are your thoughts going these days?"

he asks.

"Not bad!" Lynch took a puff of cigarette. Suddenly some thick smoke came out of the second-floor window of the financial company opposite him. A car accident suddenly appeared on the corner of the street. Two cars collided with each other, and it was very serious. Quickly light up the flames.

He glanced at the cigarette butt in his hand, took another drag, then stubbed it out in the ashtray, turned around, walked back to the sofa and sat down.

"It is inevitable for Gaevra to change the system. Now almost everyone is standing opposite their emperor, and the royal family has no chance of winning."

"I just came here hoping to make this process longer, so that the royal family can see some hope, and then have a good fight with the nobles."

“No matter what the process is, the end result will not change.”

Mr. Trueman felt a little disappointed after hearing this, "So, we will soon be facing a brand new Gefra?"

"Yes, it will be more energetic, more motivated, younger, and of course more stable than before. Stability is the most important thing!"

Mr. Trueman seemed to have thought of something and asked casually, "Will we encounter such a problem in the future?"

This problem has actually been hidden in his mind for a long time. He feels that there are big problems with the current federal system.

It seems that everything in the world is serving capitalism and capitalists, from a congressman who shows up at a construction site in a tie and shiny leather shoes to people like Mr. President.

They are actually the spokespersons of capital. They need to speak out for the capital behind them. No one can change this fact.

Even if someone doesn't cooperate, they can be replaced in four years or at most eight years. If the politicians at the bottom can be replaced every two years, this also forces everyone to bow to capital.

This is very wrong. There is something wrong with this system, but there is no way to tell what is wrong with it. Everything is pretending to be so beautiful!

Lynch chuckled a few times, "This is impossible. The current system of the Federation meets the needs of all classes to the greatest extent."

"We are too free. Nothing can restrain us. If we blindly add rules, it will create unnecessary problems..."

While he was talking, there was a sudden explosion. Mr. Trueman on the other end of the phone was a little worried, "I seem to hear something explode. Is that an explosion?"

Lynch walked back to the window with the phone in hand, and nodded towards the window on the second floor opposite that was spraying flames. In fact, Mr. Trueman didn't care whether he nodded or not, because he couldn't see it at all.

"Yes, there is a good show happening..."

Mr. Trueman understood the meaning and said with a smile, "Then I won't disturb your enjoyment. We will meet again when you are free..."

The fire trucks on the street were still unable to get in and were extinguishing the flames caused by the two vehicles that caused the accident.

The fire over there is not extinguished. If the debris is not cleared away, we will definitely not be able to get in.

The fire kept burning, and some people rushed out of the house in embarrassment, with a look of horror on their faces.

There are also some people whose faces are full of excitement. Violence and destruction are always things that people cannot unload from their bones.

By the time the firetruck arrived, the fire had almost burned out. Lynch looked at the fire with a satisfied smile.

In order to make the fire burn fiercer and bigger, he also put a lot of thought into it.

A little later, the TV station in the Imperial Capital reported the news. A financial company was accidentally set on fire for some reason, and everything was burned clean.

The TV host also warned ordinary people to pay as much attention to fire prevention as possible when they need to use heaters and fireplaces.

Every winter is the season of high incidence of fires in the second half of the year. The Gefra people like to have fewer fireplaces. Whether it is a poor family or a wealthy family, as long as the conditions at home permit, they will burn it!

This has also led to many home fires in winter.

The host deliberately concealed the truth behind the fire. It was believed, not only believed, but Lynch personally requested it.

Without fire and burning, revenge always seems to be missing something. If Kipling knew what Lynch was thinking, he would definitely praise him for his idea.

At this time, the young earl was crying in Duke Philips' villa, crying that he had just withdrawn 10 million euros in cash from the bank, but it was burned before he could take it away.

More importantly, he lost a lot of books, with a total price of tens of millions!

"I agreed to your mediation and was willing to reconcile with the other party, but look what they have done!"

"They beat my employees and servants, and then burned down my property. They burned tens of millions of dollars of property to ashes!"

"Your Majesty the Duke, I respect you, but if this is the price for my respect for you..."

His lips moved but he did not continue.

The Duke held his forehead and frowned, with a look of boredom on his face.

"You...what evidence do you have to prove what you said?"

The young earl said aggrievedly, "You can ask the people at the Royal Bank for the money I just withdrawn!"