The news that Lynch had agreed to give a speech at Kurilan State University soon spread like wildfire.
The principal, vice principal, and many teachers had mobilized part of their forces to promote this public speech. The state television station and the local television station had also approached the school, hoping to broadcast this speech, even if they had to pay a part of the broadcasting fee.
The celebrity effect was still very useful in this more or less simple era. People would think that whatever the politicians said was bullsh * t, but they still had a certain level of trust in the words of most public figures such as celebrities.
They probably didn't think that those famous people in high society would make up some lies to deceive ordinary people, but in fact, they often did.
Lynch came back quickly. On the third day, he arrived at Kurilan City and had dinner with the mayor of Kurilan City.
The mayor of Kurilan City was a middle-aged man of 47 years old. He was younger than the mayor of Sabin City next door, and he was a very charming middle-aged man.
At first glance, Lynch felt that he was a bit like a … celebrity. He maintained a very fashionable hairstyle, which was somewhat of a breakthrough compared to the traditional hairstyle. The small tuft of hair at the front of his forehead was not stuck to his scalp like the rest of his hair. Instead, it was curled after a perm, giving off a modern vibe.
The colorful shirt also made him look unlike most people of his age who adhered to certain traditions and rigidity. Of course, it could also be a change of style to cater to his taste.
After a brief acquaintance, the mayor of Kurilan City asked, "Mr. Lynch, have you ever considered investing in York State?"
"We have the best academic and research atmosphere in the state. The state university is here, and our progress in research is not behind the international standards."
"We are also very receptive to new things and are very friendly to investors. Maybe you should consider it."
Now, most of the politicians in the country were actually facing the same problem. The employment rate had been stagnant. Compared to the unemployment rate of 19.4% next door, Kurilan City's situation was better, only 14.7%.
It seemed to be a lot better, but in fact, the problem was still serious.
A large number of families needed to rely on relief food to survive. After more than half a year of relief food distribution, the finances of the city halls were about to reach their limits.
The tycoons were not willing to shine anymore, and they themselves did not have much money to contribute.
This was not a goal that could be achieved with tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of dollars. It was related to the problem of feeding everyone in the city. Even if there were only 300,000 people in a city who needed relief food, each person only needed one dollar of relief food a day, and they could eat 300,000 food a day!
If the tycoons donated money, how many 300,000 dollars could they donate?
One?
Ten?
Or a hundred?
No matter how much they donated, the money would be quickly consumed by those in need of food..... providing relief food would not really solve the problem.....
Even if Lynch could provide a hundred jobs, it meant that he could help at least a hundred families who were struggling to survive in Kurilan City every month, saving thousands of dollars in expenses.
If it could be reduced a little, the burden on the government would be lighter.
. of course.......................................................... you.
. "He picked up the napkin and wiped the corner of his mouth." My next development focus will be overseas, so I can only say sorry. "
The mayor was not too disappointed. He did not have much hope in the first place. He was just asking casually. What if Zhang Heng agreed?
"I heard some rumors about you, and I'm very interested in the trade war you mentioned. Can you tell me more about it?"
The mayor of Kurilan City made another request.
Lynch nodded slightly. "Of course, but we don't have enough time. We can only give you a general idea. If you want to know more, maybe you can come to the state university tomorrow."
He smiled and shrugged. "You know, they invited me to give a public speech …"
At the same time, while Lynch and the mayor of Kurilan City were enjoying a sumptuous dinner, Mr. Preston was fleeing in fear.
Who would have thought that the invincible Royal Fleet of Guevra would lose to the Federation's navy? If he had known this would happen, he would not have dared to ask the Minister of the Navy to stand up for him.
He directly cut off all contact with everyone, no matter who it was. When he knew the result of the naval battle, he left everyone's sight and fled alone.
He did not trust anyone now because anyone could betray him. Whether it was to sell him out to the Guevara People or to the Federation, he could get a good price or a favor.
These people would be respected because of him, but he would die because of it!
There was no doubt that with his understanding of the Emperor of Guevra, the man who was easily angered would tie him to the cliff and let the shield-billed eagle peck him to death.
That was one of Guevra's most cruel punishments. The shield-billed eagle was a species of eagle unique to Guevra. Compared to its many relatives, which had sharp and hooked beaks, the beak of the shield-billed eagle was like a bony hammer with a sharp horn.
Most of these special eagles lived in coastal areas and mainly relied on hunting various shellfish and crustaceans for food. They found their prey in the air, aimed at it, and began to swoop down like a bolt of lightning. They accurately used their fist-sized, high-density blunt beaks to break the hard shell of the prey and then pecked at the flesh inside.
The shield-billed eagle's diet was very complicated. If they had the chance, they would also prey on some large mammals. They were also very smart.
They knew that if they smashed the brains of these animals, they would only be able to eat a thousandth of the meat. The rest would be eaten by other animals or rotted away.
So when they preyed on large mammals, they would start with the lower limbs of the target.
With a beak that was as hard as a hammer and could break bones, coupled with the speed at which they swooped down from the sky, they could easily break the bones of any animal.
Those animals that had lost their ability to walk would fall to the ground because they could not walk upright. Then these shield-billed eagles would hammer the limbs of their prey bit by bit, and at the same time, ensure that the prey would not die immediately, so as to achieve an alternative purpose of storing food.
According to the research of some scholars and experts, a large mammal could live for about three days to a week under the siege of the shield-billed eagles. Every day, they would live in despair.
These animals could only watch their bodies being eaten bit by bit while enduring the intense pain and high fever caused by various infections, until finally, they were about to die, and the horror of having their brains smashed.
The Emperor of Guevra had always been a bad-tempered person. In order to vent their anger, they would even clean and bandage the wounds of the sinners who were sent to Guevra Cliff. They would let the victims suffer the greatest amount of fear and torture, and slowly die in endless pain and fear.
Regardless of whether those legends were true or false, Preston did not want to try it.
At this time, he had just come out of the train station. In the middle of summer, the station was always filled with a thick smell of sweat and some kind of foul stench. He carried a bag and stood in the square outside the station. He took note of the surrounding environment and quickly walked to the side of the road.
No one knew that Preston, who was being hunted by both the Guevra and the Federation, was actually in the Federation's territory.
Last time, he had created a false impression that he had escaped, but in reality, he had not. He was still in the Federation.
In his opinion, the Federation was safer than Guevra or any other place. The loose political system and liberal system made the arrest here less difficult.
In addition, there were no particularly clear photos of him in the outside world over the years, so it was basically impossible to catch him through a warrant.
This was a country of money. As long as you had money, you could live well here. He had money, a lot of money.
In addition to some accounts that everyone knew, he had many emergency and backup accounts, which were more than enough for him to squander in the Federation for the rest of his life.
When he thought of this, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Those idiots were probably still out there chasing after his fake identities.
From the first day he set foot on the land of Najaril, Preston had already expected this day to come. After all, the things he had in his possession were enough for some people to make a move on him.
So he had arranged everything very clearly. He would go to the western part of the Federation as soon as possible, then find a small town without communication and television to stay for a while. After he became a local, he would figure out a way to get out …
Just as Preston was about to find a place to stay, a few young people in the alley next to the station stood up.
A girl walked out of the alley first and walked towards Preston.
In the latter's opinion, he had disguised himself as an 'ordinary' person, but in fact, he was not ordinary enough. At least in the current environment, ordinary people did not seem to be able to walk out of the station in the middle of the night wearing clean clothes and carrying a small leather bag.
So the girl decided to try her luck. She quickly followed Preston. Preston turned around and looked at the woman vigilantly. A murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
"What's the matter, ma 'am?"
The person in front of him was wearing very cool summer clothes. A short skirt, a tube top, and maybe underwear to tie up her hair. It could be called 'clothes'.
She showed off her beautiful body and made a gesture. "Sir, want to play?"