"That's it?"
The vice president, who was preparing for the banquet in the hotel, stood in front of the mirror and tidied up his clothes. Although it had only been a few hours, there were still some small flaws on his clothes.
Of course, these problems were not a problem in the eyes of most people. For example, there were some threads that could not be seen without a magnifying glass at the sewing joints of a few pieces of cloth due to excessive body movements.
For example, there was an extra wrinkle on the inside of the sleeve at the elbow.
For example, the shoulder pad seemed to have shifted and needed to be readjusted.
These were all very detailed questions. For people who pursued details, no questions should exist. This made the two tailors wear reading glasses and walk around him.
Through the reflection of the mirror, the vice president's gaze paused on Lynch's face for a moment, then returned to himself. He raised his head slightly, seemingly a little narcissistic.
"I think I understand what you mean, Mr. Lynch. I appreciate the importance you place on these things, but there's no need to tell me these things that we should ignore.
This is a diplomatic act between two countries. They are just a group of businessmen. They can't change any decision between us. They can't even influence it.
But I still want to thank you, Mr. Lynch. I always believe that attitude determines the success of everything! "
His words, his tone, and his attitude were all silently expressing the opposite of what he said. He did not care about these things at all. However, Lynch did not care either. He was just doing his job.
After watching Lynch leave the room, the vice president's face showed a touch of contempt, but he quickly hid it.
He knew that Lynch and Trumann were close, which was why he did not like Lynch. It was an instinctive dislike.
Of course, he also felt that this news was not important.
Establishing diplomatic relations with Nagalil was a diplomatic order from the presidential palace. After the confirmation of the foreign minister, once the country's power began to operate, the businessmen's power would not be of any use.
Perhaps before this, they would be of some use, but not now.
After coming out of the room, Lynch went to see Mr. Trumann. He felt that it was better to tell Mr. Trumann about this matter. He felt a different attitude here.
"This is very important!"
Mr. Trumann was resting. He had been enjoying the sea breeze all morning. He had planned to rest for a while, but now he couldn't sit still.
He paced back and forth in the room, then stopped and looked at Lynch. "This news is very important. Actually, I've been thinking about a problem all this time. Why would the media take a different stance from us?"
He briefly explained his point of view. During this period of time, the Federation government did not vigorously promote the diplomatic relations between them and Nagalil, but they were more or less promoting it, and the content was all positive.
But there were always some media outlets that talked bad about this diplomatic exchange all day long. They smeared the Nagalil government in various ways and attacked the disadvantages of establishing diplomatic relations with a country like Nagalil.
There were even people who claimed that Najalil would become an important factor that would drag down the development of the Federation. The Federation had enough problems now. If they had to take care of an even poorer and more backward country, the lives of the people would become even more terrible!
This point of view was very popular. There was no shortage of brainless idiots in the world who especially liked to be unconventional and express their unique self-worth by following the anti-trend team.
The most common characteristic of these people was that they looked at everything with all kinds of conspiracy theories, whether it was political or civil. And they always believed that the government was very dark to a certain extent, and the officials were all evil.
As long as they were given some views and reasons that could fool them, they could cause a lot of trouble. After all, the Federation was a free country.
If during this diplomatic event, there were some demonstrations against the establishment of diplomatic relations, or even some people attacked the delegation's convoy, or insulted these people and their countries in some way, they could easily destroy this diplomatic event.
They didn't need any cost, just some money, and then let a group of idiots charge and break through the lines for them.
"I'll deal with it immediately …" He said as he walked to the phone, picked up the phone, and dialed the number of the Bailey Federation's National Security Council. Without looking up, he said, "Remember to close the door when you go out. Also, what's that person's name?"
"Preston!"
Just as Mr. Trumann was contacting the people of the National Security Council, Mr. Preston, who they were talking about, had already arrived at the Bailey Federation and stayed in Bupain for more than a week.
"I like it here …" At this moment, he was dressed in the attire of a tourist — a very "fashionable" but not formal enough flowery shirt and a pair of formal shorts. This term might be a little awkward, but it had to be said that this kind of thing was trending.
Not everyone could wear a neat formal suit to go to various places on a hot day, especially those fat people. The natural temperature was enough to make them suffer. If they were dressed up tightly, they could be sent away by heatstroke at any time.
Therefore, a type of formal shorts appeared. It was actually the same as all shorts. It only had half a pant leg, but unlike other shorts, it was made according to the style of formal wear.
This made it a bit out of place. This was Lynch's opinion. In fact, it was quite popular.
Mr. Preston was lying on a sofa filled with water. He patted the sofa, and the ripples created by his palm soon spread throughout the sofa. The slightly swaying sofa was very interesting to him.
There were a few people sitting around. These people were the important partners or major shareholders of Preston's firm.
In fact, from the moment Lynch appeared in Najalil, Mr. Preston had noticed this young man. He was different from those who went to Najalil to seek opportunities.
In a sense, most of the businessmen who went to Najalil to seek opportunities were failures. Their business in their own country failed, and many of them had to go overseas to seek opportunities with huge debts.
But Lynch was different. Mr. Preston immediately asked someone about Lynch's background. When he learned that Lynch actually had a good business in the Bailey Federation, he knew that this was not a "good kid."
He was a wolf, or some other predator. No matter what, he was the kind that ate meat.
He was not like the ordinary businessmen who paid off their debts and were satisfied with being a nouveau riche in Najalil. He must be aiming for more profits.
After a third party's probe, this was also proven. Lynch was not interested in joining Preston's firm and making money through the "quota". This also meant that they were not on the same path.
It was not until some people in Najalil began to discuss whether it was necessary to more actively contact the developed countries to help Najalil transform from an almost primitive farming society to a partially industrialized society that Mr. Preston knew that this must be something that Lynch had done.
That was why he had come. After receiving further information, he had come to the Federation.
As an internationally renowned businessman, he more or less had some connections here. During this time, he frantically signed checks and gave these checks to the Conservative Party, the Socialist Party, various news media and social activists, advocating that establishing diplomatic relations with Najalil was harmful to the development of the Federation.
It had to be said that he liked this place. He was not lying.
In Gevra, the officials were scared when they saw the check. They had to consider whether the Empire's Internal Affairs Department would find out about their bribery and whether others would accuse them of corruption. But in Gevra, there was no such problem.
As long as everything was donated in the name of "political donations" to a designated account, such behavior was not only not illegal, but was even protected by the Federation's law. After receiving the money, the politicians had to do things for the donors. This was unimaginable for many people in countries with strict laws.
This made Mr. Preston, who was born in a monarchy, have a good impression of everything here. He also envied the businessmen here.
"The relaxed environment, the attitude of the people to accept new things, and the inactive government. This place is actually very suitable for the development of business, but unfortunately, we discovered it too late."
"But that doesn't stop me from liking this place. Look at this water sofa, and that water bed. When we leave, remember to remind me to bring some back. After sleeping on it, I don't want to touch those spring beds anymore!"
Mr. Preston sighed with emotion. "If it weren't for these traitors who betrayed my friendship, perhaps I wouldn't have come here. Should I thank them?"
The people around him laughed along. In fact, these words were not funny at all.
After laughing for a while, Mr. Preston gradually stopped. He looked at the familiar faces on the television and fell silent.
Mr. Preston had always denied that the Preston Firm was the third ruling class after the Najalil regime and theocracy. But even if he always denied it, it could not change the fact.
He was always proud of it. Whether it was politicians or theocrats, there would be times when they needed his help. But now, this pride was about to be broken, and he would not allow it.
Once Najalil and the Byler Federation established diplomatic relations, the Preston Firm's position would become very awkward. They could directly place orders to the Byler Federation, and the Preston Firm would lose the soil and foundation of their survival in Najalil.
These people had worked hard for more than ten years, and the foundation of twenty to thirty years would be destroyed by the signing of a diplomatic agreement. How could they allow this to happen?
He wanted to stop all this from happening, with all his strength!