I ran for president with scumbag money

Only at this time did Leon fully understand why state A and state B were all in chaos, while Kendi, the current president, paid attention to state E alone.

Roy's actions are truly crazy, and his correct policy has already exceeded the acceptable range of the central authority. Even if this is the background of this brain-dead pure love novel, it is too much to do so.

"Are you crazy? You are cultivating personal force." Leon said in shock.

In the setting of the novel, although the states have the right of autonomy, the military power must be in the hands of the president. Otherwise, there is no talk of unifying the country.

Did Kendy know Roy's plan?

If he is really concerned, has he planned to send troops to E state?

From Leon's point of view, Roy is not at all on the verge of death, but is completely jumping into the range of repression by the state's violent machinery.

Then, a bigger question arose in Leon's mind: Roy said his plan so unscrupulously, was he trying to win him over, or... kill him?

Entering E state alone is indeed entering hell.

Leon put his hands on his knees, judging the distance between him and Roy, there was room for retaliation, and waited quietly for Roy's second step.

"Don't be nervous," Roy waved his hand nonchalantly, "The president has been here, yes, we are all guessing how much he found out, after all, all the offices and systems of the E government have been invaded by them and turned upside down."

Leon frowned slightly.

"I don't understand you."

Roy coughed and said, "Let's talk in the reception room."

Leon stood up: "Wait, I'm going to see Binny."

Without waiting for Roy's answer, he rushed into the room on his own. Binny was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, and the doctor was checking his condition.

Seeing Leon barging in, both of them raised their heads together. After a while, the doctor turned his head nonchalantly, doing what he should do, ignoring Leon's existence.

"What's wrong?" Binny asked.

Leon put his hands in his pockets, walked over and stood in front of Binny, feeling at ease, but he didn't know how to explain or what to say, he just looked at him.

"Want a cigarette? A lighter?"

Binny didn't know why, so he took out a lighter and a cigarette case from his pocket and handed them to him.

The doctor didn't intend to say nonsense like "no smoking here" at all. He knew very well what kind of "freedom" a family doctor should give to patients with special status.

Leon shook his head.

He had a premonition that things would turn upside down after talking to Roy. He had encountered more and more troubles this week, and the development of the campaign was even more out of his control, and the situation was slipping to an even more unreasonable level. Before, he'd just wanted to see people he'd just met and reminisce about how it felt to be on the campaign trail for a while.

He just couldn't help being a little uneasy.

"I'm going to another room to chat with Roy." After a long time, he whispered.

"Shall I go over there?" Binny got up immediately.

Startled, Leon pushed him back.

"No," he said coyly, "you are recuperating here, I'm afraid you won't see me later and I'll be anxious."

"Let's go talk together." Binny glanced at him and insisted.

"It's really not necessary," Leon shook his head with a wry smile, "it's not a big deal."

Binny paused, put the lighter in his pocket, and said softly, "I see."

With his hand in his pocket, Leon held the lighter and nodded to him.

Walking out of the room, he asked blankly, "Where are we going to talk?"

The power of State E fell into the hands of Roy, which meant that he also had the money and time to improve his life. Although the incident happened suddenly when he returned to his mansion, the housekeeper and waiters still arranged a temporary banquet in the restaurant.

Leon and Roy sat down on both sides of the long table facing each other.

Roy picked up the wine glass, shook the red wine inside, took a sip, and showed a grinning grin: "I still can't drink this thing."

"It's nothing, I didn't like drinking before," Leon asked nonchalantly, "Would you like some orange juice?"

Roy showed a strange expression as if he was choked, and said, "You don't care what other people think. At the wine table, everyone is drinking. Don't you feel ashamed to ask for orange juice?"

"What's the matter?" Leon said disapprovingly, "Respect can't be obtained by a glass of wine. If you have a high status, you will be praised for being thrifty if you drink homemade rice wine. If you have a low status, you will spend a lot of money on [-] red wine. You'll be called a poser, too. It's a strange thing to say, though,"

He chuckled and said, "You dare to kill people, so why do you care about these red tapes?"

Roy looked at him, shook his head in disbelief, and said, "I'm just curious. You can't even care about the basic etiquette of the upper class, so why do you have to be entangled in the basic operation of a ruler like life and death?"

Leon was silent for a moment, and said coldly after a while: "I guess this is the difference between us."

He looked directly into Roy's eyes and continued: "If you don't make it clear, I won't enjoy this meal either. If you have anything to say, just say it."

Roy gave a short laugh, put down the wine glass, unfolded the napkin and wiped his mouth. His movements were smooth and smooth. It could be seen that he had indeed put a lot of effort into learning etiquette. mortal.

"What do you want to know?" he asked.

"What's the deal with the mercenary system?" Leon asked bluntly.

"It literally means that the entire E state has become a mercenary organization." Roy shrugged, "Sending strength and support to various battlefields in the world in exchange for generous rewards."

"What about the casualties? What about the war damage? What about interfering in other countries' internal conflicts? You are trading your life for the economy!" Leon asked aggressively, feeling his temples throbbing wildly.

"Once you will succeed, your bones will die."

"How could the people be willing?"

"It's very strange for you to ask this question. You clearly know that when the profit reaches a hundred times, many people are willing to hang themselves. Otherwise, how could the workers in state A vote for you, a powerless grassroots citizen?"

"Did the president not care about you?!"

Roy paused, lowered his head, and stared at the wine glass.

"Kendi, I can't control what I'm doing," he said slowly, "The most important thing for the central government of the country is to have the highest military power. Unfortunately, the ruling group centered on Kendi has no , in fact, this is the biggest problem in country X."

Leon was taken aback.

Roy observed his expression and immediately understood his current situation: "You don't know? This is normal. After all, these are core information, not something that candidates like you and I who are not born and have no high-level people to rely on can find out: The government has no military power. Military power is in the hands of other countries.”

Leon couldn't help but sit up straight, and asked suspiciously: "I thought Country X was an independent country."

"On the surface," Lowy said frankly, without concealing it, "but in fact, it is equivalent to a semi-colonial country. This involves the history of many years ago."

A hundred years ago, country X was invaded by its neighbors, and the biggest war of resistance broke out. The neighboring countries were too strong, and country X retreated steadily, signing various cession treaties that humiliated the country. In return, there is only humiliation imposed on the people and the authority, and there is no peace.

So the leaders at the time came up with a way:

Seek help from the most powerful country O in the world, and let them fight for "freedom and peace" and justice for their own country.

In this way, country O's troops are stationed in a steady stream to drive away the neighboring foreign enemies and protect country X from being invaded by foreign enemies.

During the national celebration in Country X, they forgot one thing:

Freedom and rights have always been fought by oneself, not by outsiders.What outsiders help to regain is never called "dignity".

I'm afraid they haven't learned an idiom called "It's easy to ask the Buddha and it's hard to send the Buddha away".

When the war of resistance came to an end, the army of country O tore up the agreement, and the government of country O got what they deserved, but they were unwilling to leave again. Their army was already strong enough, and they fully controlled the military power of country X.

Even though the government of country X has been asking country O to hand over the military command over the years, this request of "who is in the hall and what is the matter to sue this officer" is just a perfunctory joke to the other party.

What's worse, with the solidification of the X country's class and the accumulation of capital, more and more big families are opposed to the government's withdrawal of military command power. They are very satisfied with their current form of monopolizing resources:

As long as you can bribe the senior officials of the embassy of country O stationed in country X, you can do whatever you want in your own country, and there is no more lucrative business than this.

"Of course, the ostensible reason of the opposition in country X is that the government of country X is not ready to take responsibility," Roy snorted, "It's ridiculous, why should other countries judge whether a government can guarantee the independence of the nation? ?It’s really admirable that a dog can tell crooked truths.”

Why are some people unwilling to rely on their own efforts to get rid of poverty, but they want to promote dependence on foreign countries, thinking that they can get promoted and make a fortune by breaking away from their familiar environment and changing their correct policies?

It is nothing more than a high self-esteem, thinking that life is not at the right time, and it is the society that drags me down.

In fact, capable people can change the environment wherever they are, but those who are incapable can change the environment just the same.

External factors are just a step to help the successful people go to a higher level, it has never been the main reason.

No matter where you go, what you get through your own struggle is the real thing. The struggle is hard, but it is very practical.

Other dependencies and shortcuts are just priced by fate, and if you dare to take it, you will inevitably pay the price sooner or later.

Not to mention, who would value someone who even betrayed his own country?

"Why do some people object to their own country's military control?" Leon asked incomprehensibly.

Roy picked up the wine glass and smelled it. The smell of the wine was just a pungent smell to him, and he put it down again: "I will tell you one thing: the day before the victory of the resistance war, the son of the president of country X learned in advance He bought all the fireworks and firecrackers in several states overnight, and sold them to the people at a high price on the day the victory was announced."

He grinned grinningly: "This is the aristocracy, this is the businessman. In the face of a national crisis, what you think about is how to make money in the country. When the national crisis is over, what you think about is how to make a fortune by taking advantage of the accident. National independence will be more important than taking money by yourself." Is it important? Merchants governing the country? How can businessmen know how to govern the country!

"By the way, the descendant of the president's son is still your old acquaintance: Hines."

When the word "old acquaintance" was mentioned, Leon already had an ominous premonition. When the name "Hynes" appeared, Leon really subconsciously wanted to deny Sanlian: No, I'm not, we don't know each other at all.

But after thinking about it, no matter if he is familiar or not, his ultimate goal is to kill Hines and his family:

Whoever lets Hynes monopolize the world's economic lifeline is the biggest target of country X's election campaign.

"That makes sense." Leon muttered.

The original setting of this brain-damaged novel is "Hines is a wealthy nobleman who monopolizes the lifeline of the global economy", is it possible?

Possibly, as long as his ancestors once held the highest power, shorted the entire country, reaped the interests of the general public, and there was a world hegemony behind it.

According to the setting of this brain-damaged novel, after Leon and Hynes are together, they will become world-famous stars and become the number one. Is it possible?

It must be able to, that is the traffic at the top plus the capital at the top plus the power at the top, all of which serve Leon alone.At that time, let alone him as a person, even a pig can become the heartthrob of the whole world.

The distribution of resources in the entire society is completely unbalanced. Since we cannot be the first two, we can only slowly retreat.

In other words, following the main line of the novel, they have only one way to get the lifelong achievement of "doing whatever they want in their own country":

That is traitorous.

The final and complete betrayal of country X.

In the novel, of course, it is impossible to write so straightforwardly. The novel only shows the superficial prosperity that is beneficial to the protagonist, and will not show how deep the water is to confuse the readers.

At the beginning of the campaign, the joke about "Hines flying a private jet to rescue the original owner" heard from the system finally had a more practical answer at this moment:

A country that doesn't even have military power has Mao's air supremacy.

Thinking about it carefully, it is also a strange thing that the concretization of such a simple and brain-dead novel setting can be so scary and weird.

Leon let go of the lighter he was holding tightly, the plastic shell was covered with sweat, and he felt sincerely thankful: fortunately, fortunately, he didn't go to the main line.

Strange to say, country X is not Leon's motherland. It should be said that the life and death of the people and the country's prospects have nothing to do with him, but he still can't bear to use the interests of all people to fulfill his own happiness that is enough to be admired by hundreds of millions of people.

Leon withdrew his hand, and couldn't help but pick up the wine glass in front of him, took a big sip, swallowed it slowly, and slowly digested the huge information that Roy revealed while rejoicing:

Without military power, it means that the government is nothing more than an empty shell, a puppet that is dominated. Even if one becomes president, nothing can be changed.

so what?How to solve this fatal problem?

"That's why you cultivated mercenaries? To cultivate another force yourself?" Leon asked, and he also had an answer in his heart.

"I just do things by instinct, I didn't expect to hit the right track." Lowy confessed to his strategy.

Leon smiled wryly: "I'm afraid your next step is to go to the guillotine."

Will Country O really allow State E to develop?

Certainly not, when the army of country O is fully suppressed, even if all the people of state E are soldiers, they will only be able to hit a stone with an egg, not to mention...the authorities are obsessed, and many people in country X hold the belief that "they don't care about the rise of a big country, they only care about the livelihood of the small people" idea.

Leon had already discovered this in State A.

Under the pressure of capital, the people have been hungry for too long, so long as they can get basic wages, it is only natural to give up their dignity and live on their knees.

This is also the reason why Leon keeps taking the economic route on the campaign road:

As long as they can feed the voters, they will not begrudge the votes in their hands.

Helping workers to pay their wages is exactly the same as the original strategy of stuffing money to buy tickets.It was just that Leon only bought votes from individuals at that time, and later he "buy votes" from the workers in the entire state A.

As for more, he asked himself: Can the current self really take care of everything?

"At that time, the big deal is that I will die with them." Luoy sneered, "I am just an avenger. You will not understand how I stand on the mine, and I can't even take back the bones of my family,"

He took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, and said firmly, "People shouldn't live like that."

revenge……

Leon showed a wry smile: The word revenge has too many meanings. How could he be revenge, Lusha's father, Edson, and Edith?

But can revenge and national salvation be equated?

As soon as this thought came out, his whole body trembled.

"Isn't your approach contradicting yourself?" He asked Roy, "You don't want to repeat the tragedy of your family, but if you die outside as a mercenary, isn't it the return of glory in the shroud of horse leather?"

"Isn't it better than allowing them to get rich through drug trafficking, surrogacy, and organ trading?" Lowy asked, "The status quo is already that the capital is highly concentrated, development is restricted, there are foreign enemies stationed inside, power is suppressed, and the bottom is resigned to fate and loses faith. The combination of factors is already a dead end, and there may be a way out if there is a mess.

"You said it yourself that the people will judge the president only by the economy. They want money, okay, I'll give them more, I'll give them a way to make money."

Leon was silent.

After a long time, he squinted and said, "Why are you telling me this now?"

Roy didn't speak, just clapped his hands.

A waiter came in with a large plate and placed it in front of Leon.

"Thank you." Leon muttered, he was always uncomfortable with the waiters and housekeepers in this house.

"Open it and have a look." Roy urged.

When Leon was holding the cover, he had already thought of ten thousand possibilities, the worst even including a bleeding head.

But when he actually opened the lid, what he saw was a pile of fried chicken on a silver plate.

He remembered the first time he met Roy and invited him to eat such fried chicken. He gently put the lid aside and pushed the plate towards him.

"Don't you try it?" Roy asked.

"You said so much, can I still eat it?"

"Take one. Just the fried chicken breast. That's good."

Seeing Roy's insistence, Leon picked up the piece of fried chicken he specified and tore it open. With a burst of heat, a memory card fell on the plate.

"Evidence." Roy took the opportunity to say, "I returned it to you together with the fried chicken, Mr. Morton, now you and I owe nothing."

Leon looked at the memory card in a daze.

"I've disposed of the information that needs to be disposed of. But you can still charge Tex with the rest."

After that, Roy stood up, walked behind Leon, put his hands on his shoulders, and whispered in his ear: "Enjoy yourself, Mr. Morton. I didn't intend to give it to you, after all, it will Destroy my credibility in the current 'business field', but Mr. Liman did something wrong, and he injured Mr. Erwin-according to the original arrangement, the bullet should have hit you."

Leon closed his eyes and opened them again: "Is this why you changed your mind?"

"Huh," Roy raised his head, looked ahead, and continued, "You and I are both rebels, I want to know why Mr. Erwin trusts you, if you have a better route to go, do it to let Let me see."

Leon's shoulders stiffened in his hands.

Roy let go of his hand and said, "I'll take my leave first, oh yes..." He smiled, "I conveyed your 'death' to state A without authorization, I guess they must be in a mess now, waiting for you to come back There's a good show to watch."

Like a mischievous kid, he said lightly, "Add some drama? Haha."

He walked out laughing.

After Leon made sure that he would not come back like this, he took the plate of fried chicken and walked all the way to Binny's room, put the plate on the table beside the bed, and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

Binny looked at his face and asked suspiciously, "My phone was about to ring off the hook just now, and everyone thought you were dead?"

"Loy's prank." Leon replied, and asked again, "Do you want to eat?"

Binny wanted to ask again, but finally replied: "I'm a little hungry, have you eaten yet?"

"No, Roy is too stingy, we only give this one plate as a treat." Leon dragged a chair not far away and sat down by the table, "Don't get up, we'll go back after a while."

He lay on the side of the bed, closed his eyes, and sighed, "Suddenly I feel so tired."

"I give you a massage?"

Leon turned his head sideways, opened his left eye and stared at him: "Okay."

"So I can touch you again now?" Binny said jokingly.

Leon waved his finger up and said with a smile: "Be careful, sir, be careful, you are irritating me."

Binny got out of bed and gave up his seat to Leon. The blond young man lay on the bed and took off his coat.

"You gotta lift your shirt," Binny said, "or I can't get it in place."

"It won't matter if there is a layer of fabric," Leon said lazily, "In fact, I don't know if I will punch you when you strike."

His back is full of bruises from Hines, no need to show that much, really.

"Ah, then I have to be careful." Binny made a defensive move, didn't insist anymore, just rubbed his hands softly, and pushed Leon's shoulders and neck.

"Do you feel it?" He asked cautiously.

"Is my mind suddenly dirty, or do you have other meanings in what you said?" Leon asked carelessly, and then wanted to bite his tongue on the spot.

Last time it was Oscar who was teased miserably, this time without Oscar, only Binny was left to bear his harassment/harassment.

Binny's face became hot, and he buried his head and just continued to massage, but Leon became more and more embarrassed in the silence, and asked in a low voice, "Hey, your tongue was taken away by a bird?"

"No." Binny replied subconsciously, and asked Leon, "What did Roy say?"

"Give us evidence." Leon became listless and yawned, "I'm going to fall asleep after a while."

"Didn't he say what conditions he wanted?"

"No, you're injured, he's too embarrassed to negotiate terms."

Leon closed his eyes as if, Binny's hands seemed to have magical powers, even though they were separated by a layer of fabric, they still made him feel the effect of massage.

He was lucky that he insisted on not taking off his shirt, otherwise he might involuntarily hum out shameless words like "It's so comfortable, don't stop".

Well, if you think about it, maybe the pressure can really be transferred in an instant-and then there will be something like Binny's resignation report as a heavy price.

"Don't press it, eat something." Leon exhausted his willpower, turned over and escaped from those hands, literally "rolling to the side", "Would you like some wine?"

Binny raised his eyebrows: "Before that, give me back my lighter."

"Oh, it's yours again now?" Leon groaned, took out the lighter and put it in his hand.

"Yes, it's always been mine."

If it wasn't for the bad atmosphere, Leon might have made a joke about puns.

In the end, he just sat up cross-legged and ate the fried chicken. The aroma was so enticing that he was really hungry.

Binny put the lighter in his pocket, as if talking to himself: "I don't know what happened to Lusha."

"I'll go to the hospital to see her when I get back." Leon replied vaguely, "And go back to state A. After all, in the eyes of people in state A, I am now in the state of 'died due to an accident'."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who cast the irrigation nutrient solution for me~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 15 bottles of Youyouxing; 3 bottles of Muwan Crows;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!