I ran for president with scumbag money

After Tex killed the Hawk family and occupied state A to dominate the economy, a crisis he had never encountered broke out:

State A workers strike movement.

But it doesn't matter, there are always traces of ways to solve the problem of workers' embarrassment. He doesn't even need to know what these "historical solutions" are, he just needs to throw them to his subordinates.

"Get it done."

Tex threw the conundrum to the management team, so to speak.

Then, he hops on a private jet to spend some time drinking or doing some positive publicity for his business.

With orders from the boss, the management team sprang into action.

A day later, they confirmed their move.

"We found that there were four people in the strike leadership team, three of whom were state A union representatives: George, Martin, and Sam." Manager A called and said.

"Who is easier to break through?" Tex asked.

"Obviously Sam, he has a mortgage." Manager A replied, "George can also be wooed, he is the oldest, and he must not want to be a burden on the family."

"So, why don't we do it?"

On a stormy day, they met with the state A union representative, Sam, as planned.

At the beginning, Leon and Sam talked about the prospect of workers. At that time, Sam was holding his mobile phone while waiting, watching online celebrity videos to pass the time.

But now, after receiving an appointment from the Tex team and actually sitting in Tex's office, he felt so depressed that he wanted to tear off his tie and stand outside to take a good breath.

"I don't accept talking to you alone," Sam said, pretending to be calm, but his forehead was sweating. "It must be with everyone."

"I didn't come to talk about that," Tex smiled broadly, as if accepting a stupid remark.

"Very well, our request remains the same, and we don't want to talk to you about anything else." Sam immediately said aggressively.

"heyheyhey," Tex interrupted, with a genuine smile, "don't be hostile please, Sam. I gotta say, seeing you grow from a white collar to a union leader and now lead a strike movement, we really I am very pleased, you are simply amazing, and I wonder why your leaders did not discover your ability to work before."

A dark cloud appeared on Sam's face at the mention of past leadership, and he will never forget that humiliating day:

Netann took over their company for an inexplicable reason, parachuting the management and kicking everyone out.

When he walked out with the cardboard box in his arms, he felt an unprecedented insult, as if the eyes of the whole world were on him.

"Yeah, your ex-boss was a complete idiot," Tex agreed, as if seeing through his thoughts, "So was Nathan, so I'll kill him, I'm on your side. Sam, my company I was in need of a development specialist, and when I looked around, how could it be such a coincidence that a talent like you happened to be imprinted in my eyes, I thought, would you just be willing to give me a chance to train you?"

Sam opened his mouth in surprise.

He led a group of people to go on strike to protest, but Tex was still willing to give him a job and recognized his ability?

He was a little moved.

"I'll have to think about it," he stammered, "I've never…developed…"

"A salary close to five figures every month, and bonus dividends every six months. From [-] to [-], just sitting in front of the computer and clicking the mouse. The company distributes credit cards and private cars, and can reimburse gas and parking fees every month, of course. , five insurances and one housing fund, of course, I can also write a recommendation letter for your child, what do you think of the Noble Primary School in State A?" Tex approached him and asked.

"My God, Noble Elementary School in State A...I mean, I have never had any children around me...This school even rejects children from working families."

"Yeah, yeah, your kid will be a future star." Tex smiled, "My kid also goes to school in it, don't you think he won't invite his classmates, your kid, on his birthday, ?"

Sam faltered, asking with what little adult wisdom he had left, "I guess it's not free?"

"As long as the strike is terminated," Tex said with a loud laugh, "it's that simple. You see, you are the leader, and you took the initiative to stand up. Now, you have won your own rights. This is how the world is. The weak eat the strong, Sam, you Already a strong man. Great fighter!"

"Your offer is very generous, but I must discuss it with the others," Sam stammered.

"Negotiate? Why negotiate? Sign this contract," Tex pulled out a draft contract from the drawer, slapped it on the table between him and Sam, and continued, "You are different from them." Now, you are a successful person with a high five-figure salary, a private car, and your children are in noble primary schools, you will become one of us, and they are just unemployed workers."

Sam looked at the contract tremblingly, his fingers clenched and loosened, clenched and loosened, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat: "I..."

At this moment, he thought of what George said before arriving here.

George was the oldest of the three union representatives.

"They will offer you a lot of conditions to win you over, you know? They will." George said solemnly, "But don't agree to them. It's like being tortured during a war. If you don't recruit, you may not die, but if you recruit You must die, because confessing means you are useless to them. And confessing will also make you bear the stigma of 'being a traitor'."

They didn't torture me, Sam thought dizzily, they were just offering such a luxury, why not when I could make a personal leap?

"Sam, you know, there's only one position," Tex added. "Martin and George would have had the same opportunity, why didn't I give them that? George was dying, Martin was still a baby, and it was just you , Mature, stable, if you let go of this opportunity, the opportunity will fall into the hands of two other people, are you willing to see things develop like that? If it’s not you, they will also sign.”

He was right.

Sam tremblingly picked up his pen and pressed the nib on the contract.

Saying "no" is sometimes a lot harder in this world than saying "yes".

Tex couldn't wait any longer. In his heart, he had already pressed Sam's hand and signed a hundred names on the contract.

Sam undoubtedly felt this kind of mental pressure, like a small animal being stared at by a wild beast, instinctively guilty and timid.

At this critical moment, the phone rang, and the ringtone tore up this invisible contest.

"I have to answer a phone call." Sam broke free from the mental bondage.

Tex let out a growl of frustration: "You can pick it up after you sign!"

He reached out to grab Sam, who dodged it.

"No, I have to answer now!" Sam said firmly, pressing the call button.

"Sam," said a young voice on the other side, "you haven't signed the contract yet, have you?"

"Who are you?" Sam yelled in panic, looking left and right.

"My name is Alan," the voice on the other side said calmly, "Do you still remember what Oscar said? 'Leon didn't leave, he just left temporarily', I was the one he left to assist you."

"Leon?"

The name stuck into Sam's mind like a tranquilizer, and for a moment, Leon's lobbying came to his mind.

When Leon was still unknown, in order to win votes, he once approached them and carefully analyzed the current situation of State A in front of three people.

So much time had passed since that conversation that Sam had almost forgotten it, but now he remembered:

When Leon had nothing, he worked hard to raise money for the votes to send to him, and tried his best to respond to the conditions of the workers, just to get a "yes".

In return, Sam helped Erwin enter the sinful mining area of ​​​​Naitan.

"We have been comrades-in-arms for a long time, Sam, I beg you not to abandon your comrades-in-arms." On the other end of the phone, Allen begged, "We are not just doing what we do for ourselves!"

Sam was breathing heavily.

Then he looked up and said to Tex, "Thank you for your kindness. But..."

He put the pen on the table, and suddenly remembered that a great man once said, "The words before 'but' are all nonsense." This nonsense truth made him smile, and continued: "I can't agree."

When he turned his back to Tex and left, his heart was still beating wildly, and he even imagined a horrible scene of "Tex took out a gun from the drawer and killed poor Sam on the spot".

But when he really walked out of the office, after the door to hell was forcibly closed, a heavy burden was lifted from his shoulders.

The scene of bragging about "the glory days of youth" in front of his grandchildren decades later emerged in his mind:

"Do you know? I didn't send your father to the noble primary school that day, but I didn't feel ashamed of my conscience."

"Have you come out yet?" Allen asked timidly on the other end before the call ended.

Sam's imagination was shattered.

"My God," Sam gasped, and couldn't help chattering after relieving the pressure, "I hope my children won't feel sorry for missing the opportunity to enter the noble primary school. Very beautiful, I may cause him to miss the true love of his life..."

"Sam."

"No no no, true love will never be missed, but what if he and Tex's daughter enter my door arm in arm in 20 years? Should I take a gun and drive her away?" Dare to covet my son? How courageous!'..."

"Sam!"

"...what's the matter?" Sam asked, choking off the urge to continue raving.

"Thank you." Allen said gently, "You are a hero."

Sam rubbed his face with his fingers, coughed, and changed the subject and asked, "Is it possible that I was the only one who was lured? This shows that I am really special."

Allen couldn't help laughing.

"I'm downstairs," he said cheerfully, "it's raining so hard, you can't get a taxi at all, you must take my car to go back."

When he first got in the car, Sam was still a little awkward and reserved, because he had been seduced and shaken by Tex, and because he found that Alan was not the "Leon" he imagined, Alan was an overly beautiful young man , Sam even thought he was a little girl at first.

Later, George got in the car and broke the silence by making a joke of Tex's offer.

As Martin got in the car to give feedback, Sam found that they had all been lured by Tex, so he let go of the big stone in his heart and started talking and laughing with them.

That's how they hang on and recognize the word "vision" for the first time.

Until Tex set up a machine gun on the first occasion, and returned them violence and blood after the temptation failed.

……

The dream fragments about the past are over.

Allen opened his eyes.

He was lying on the bed, covered with a plaid quilt, a clean arm stretched out from the edge of the bed, and the upper arm had been numb from the pressure of his head.

He sat up and recalled the dream just now.

He dreamed of the days when he had just joined the labor movement.

It was a good time, and he and the three representatives from the union, working together, resisted Tex's temptations and proudly declared that they were "fighting for the welfare of the working people."

But after the gunshot, everything shattered and disappeared.

Fortunately, Leon came back.Thinking of this, he shivered, pulled off his shirt and put it on.

When Allen walked out of the bedroom with messy hair, he saw this scene head-on:

Binny sat on the couch, arms folded, head bowed.

Leon was lying on his side, covered with a blanket, with his head resting on Binny's leg.

A cat lay on Leon's chest, curled up into a ball.

The two of them and the cat were all fast asleep.

Allen smiled and wanted to take a photo, but found that the phone was not with him. When he went to find the phone, Binny opened his eyes alertly.

"Good morning."

He looked at Allen and said.

"Did you just come back?" Allen pointed to Leon and gestured.

"Four ten minutes ago," Binny replied.

The cat was also awakened and jumped off Leon's chest, and Alan hugged it.

"Don't feed it," Binny said. "It's rented, and I have to return it to the pet store later."

"Is it a reward?" Allen asked with a smile.

He could almost imagine what Binny did: sitting on the sofa waiting for Leon to come back, and renting a cat as a surprise for him.

Seriously, why aren't these two together?

Although what happened last night is still lingering in Alan's heart, he has already learned to enjoy the bitterness.The days around Kenan greatly tempered his face, and he once thought that he had "completed evolution".

"emmmmmm..." Leon hummed in a drawn-out voice, opening his eyes with difficulty.

His eyelids seemed to be glued to the lower eyelids, and lifting them was painful like tearing flesh.

"Good morning, Alan..." His eyes were on the cat in Alan's arms, "And, you."

While Binny was preparing breakfast, Allen sat on the sofa and teased the cat. Leon brushed his teeth, washed his face and took a shower. Wearing only a pair of jeans, he went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette to refresh himself.

Half a cigarette made him sober up a lot, and even looked at the kitchen with a rational panic: "Why is Binny making breakfast?"

"That hurts," Binny said. "Of course I'll make breakfast."

"No, you won't," Leon insisted, "none of us. Remember those 'fried chicken days' when we first got together? We were like crazy weasels sweeping through fried chicken shops for a thousand miles. "

"We'll see," Binny said.

Leon was smoking a cigarette, squinting at his confident look: "Okay, you continue."

Then he thought of a question:

Who pays for the ingredients for breakfast?

He stubbed out the cigarette, walked into the kitchen, leaned against the door frame and asked casually, "So, what about you?"

"What?" Binny asked casually while cutting vegetables.

"What is your source of income?" Leon asked curiously, "Do you also have a mysterious family? Since your surname is the same as the assistant next to Hines?"

"What—no, no, I don't." Binny immediately denied, startled, "I... well, I have a credit card."

"Credit card?" Leon was taken aback.

The word is both real and remote.

"Leon?"

"You overdrawn your credit card to pay me?!" Leon cried out involuntarily.

"For now," said Binny calmly, "we're not going to be poor forever."

Leon was dumbfounded.

"You never told me..." he charged.

"Because you were in prison." Binny replied, "I have to get the money to continue, but it doesn't matter, now that we are out, we can quickly get the funds to pay it back."

Leon opened his mouth, unable to find the words for a while.

After all, he can't say something like "if we don't make it" in frustration.

The biggest feature of getting along with Binny:

Leon would never be able to really quarrel with him.

"Damn it!" Leon pinched his eyebrows and muttered quickly, "And credit cards? Doesn't every NPC in contact with the protagonist have a hidden rich line? Credit cards?!"

He smiled wryly and sat on the floor.

"Will you tell me in advance next time?" He said helplessly, "Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't even know how to trick you to death."

"You will not."

"Haha, you are really confident."

"I have confidence in you, otherwise I wouldn't choose to help you," Binny turned to look at him, and said seriously, "Of course I will give everything I can to help to the end."

"Wow." Leon avoided the other party's sight.

At this moment, a voice sounded like thunder in Leon's heart:

"You can't be together!"

Leon almost jumped up, facing Binny's surprised eyes, he faltered and said: "I have something to do, let's go first."

All the way back to the balcony, Leon condemned the system in his heart: "How do you say it and it comes out?"

"It's too tasteless, really," the system said bitterly, "Dude, you can't do this. Your strategy goal doesn't meet the public's expectations for an article. You can give up the Hynes line and hook up with a bunch of big shots. But you can’t give up the Hynes line and take the ordinary line, so why bother asking for trouble.”

"Wait? Do you think I'm attacking him?" Leon said in shock, forgetting to mock the system, "Binney?"

"Isn't it?"

"Not at all, shit, can't I have some pure revolutionary friendship around me?" Leon scratched his hair and said, "I don't know what to say."

"I don't know what to say about you!" the system said bitterly, "I've never seen anyone who can do better than you!"

"Me what?" Leon was stunned.

"do!"

"what?"

Leon never expected that he could claim the adjective "self" in his lifetime.

"Although I feel that you who gave up Hines and chose to flatten the world were abnormal from the very beginning." The system said, "But I didn't expect you to be so stupid that there is no way out. I still have to help you."

"……What help?"

"My best emotional line!" the system said excitedly, "Do you know how long I have been waiting for this moment? I know you will trigger it sooner or later!"

"Oh?" Leon said.

He is in a very bad state today, and he can't think of how to satirize the system.

In normal times, when the system tried to intervene in Leon's actions, he would kneel down with a few words.

He just doesn't want to discuss feelings with the system. It should be said that he doesn't want to continue discussing with anyone, especially the system.

He was forced to fall into this scumbag world, and his "feelings" for this world had a serious psychological shadow.

"I thought I said that I don't want to take the emotional line." Leon said, "And didn't you say that the world was updated? I thought the original plot had been abandoned long ago."

"You triggered the 'emotional module' on your own initiative," the system's voice became triumphant at the mention of this, "Dude, you chose it yourself."

"Be clear." Leon said impatiently.

"Although it's a pity that Lancer can't be your brainless fan, I can also let you meet other characters." The system said cheerfully, "Since you want to return to the emotional route, falling in love with big guys is better than talking with poor lawyers." Much better, buddy."

"Who said I was going back to—"

"Don't worry, I will find someone well."

"what--?"

The system is offline and dead.

Leon suddenly felt creepy.

He just had a few words with Binny in the kitchen.

Which weird thing in the system was inspired? !

At this time, a bunch of words that could ridicule the system came out of his mind, such as "You are a ghost, you will only create some scum, and stage a completely unnecessary reunion"

——No, it's still not strong enough.

Leon took half a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it again:

Calm down, it's not a big problem...probably.

At this time, Allen came over with the cat in his arms: "Leon?"

His face was pale, he tried his best to hide his uneasiness, and said with a smile: "I've been waiting for you to find me, do you want to talk to me?"

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