His head felt as if it had been split open by an axe.
Trumann slowly opened his eyes. He couldn't see much in the darkness, but he could vaguely see a ceiling.
The soft mattress under him made him feel comfortable. He liked soft beds very much. The one under him was even better and more comfortable than the one at home.
Some memories from before he fell into a deep slumber surged into his mind. He sat up abruptly and sucked in a breath of cold air.
The movement was too big, and it caused a tearing pain in his head. He couldn't help but raise his hand to support his forehead. He squinted his eyes and took two deep breaths. The uncomfortable pain eased slightly.
"I can't drink so much in the future …" He warned himself. Everyone knew that drinking was not only bad for the body, but it could also lead to accidents. But sometimes, it was hard to control your emotions.
Yesterday …?
He suddenly looked at the side of the bed. In his fragmented memories, which kept flashing like a dog gnawing on its food, he was really too crazy last night. Even now, when he thought about it, he still blushed.
Fortunately, he was the only one on the bed. The girl wasn't there. This made him feel relieved.
Mr. Trumann was a married man. He had his own wife and children. For the politicians in the Federation, if they wanted to climb higher and faster, establishing a stable family was a very important factor. No one could avoid this.
He didn't necessarily love his wife. In this era, even for people with power, the word "love" was too heavy.
He didn't necessarily love his wife that much, but he wanted to maintain this relationship. This was his responsibility.
He didn't want to ruin the situation because he drank too much. Fortunately, the worst situation didn't happen.
He turned on the bedside lamp in the dim light.
His watch and other belongings were all placed on the bedside table. He picked up his watch and glanced at it. It was not even five o 'clock yet. He had slept through the night. He was really tired during this period of time. Yesterday's relaxation had exhausted him, but at the same time, he had also adjusted himself.
He didn't get up immediately. Instead, he leaned against the headboard and looked up, recalling some things in his memory.
He thought of the conversation he had with Lynch. He felt that Lynch's ideal world was interesting and fresh. It was not a world that a capitalist would want.
After he felt that his body had recovered from a terrible situation, he got up and went to the bathroom. As the hot water fell on his body, he was thinking about what his ideal world would be like.
…
At half past nine in the morning, he appeared outside the president's office.
Today's Trumann seemed to be a little different from before. In the past, people's view of Mr. Trumann was that he was a very serious person. He did not smile easily, which made people think that he was not easy to get along with and was a little strict.
But today, he always had a smile on his face. He even took the initiative to greet everyone who passed by. Although some people were not used to it, it was not a bad thing. At least he did not scold anyone, right?
"Come in …"
After waiting outside the president's office for two minutes, he was summoned.
As soon as he entered the office, the president walked over with a smile and gently pressed on his arm. "I heard something very interesting. You know, it's about you."
The reason he spoke first was to not give Mr. Trumann a chance to speak first, because he did not know what Mr. Trumann would say. Would he express himself as rigidly and stubbornly as before? If so, then everyone would be very embarrassed.
To the president, the importance of consortiums was indisputable. Moreover, consortiums were indispensable in the entire social structure.
For many large-scale social projects, no matter what kind of work it was, ordinary organizations or individuals could not take on such work. Only consortiums could take on such work.
The president was very clear that consortiums had indeed caused some negative effects on society, but he could not lose them.
Trumann's ideas sometimes made people very difficult. Everyone wanted consortiums to become docile sheep, but was that possible?
Mr. Trumann, who had been robbed of the opportunity to speak, was stunned. "Me?"
He suddenly became a little nervous. "What interesting thing?"
"Someone saw you at Red High …" Mr. President added, "It's the strip club you went to. You know that. Fortunately, we handled it well."
After that, the president pursed his lips and smiled. The people in the city of Buen were very concerned about two things. The first was money, and the second was politics.
Someone once did a survey. The people in that part of the Federation were the most sensitive to politics. Their survey method was to list the faces of 20 famous to very famous politicians and distribute them to the people who were being investigated. They wanted to see how many of them they could recognize.
The Midwest was rated as the least concerned about politics, while Buen was the most concerned about politics. Any passerby here could recognize at least half of the politicians, which was amazing.
This also meant that people could see him and watch him having fun with the dancers.
Hearing this, Mr. Trumann was a little embarrassed.
Fortunately, this was just one of Mr. President's tricks. He used awkwardness to seal Mr. Truman's mouth so that he couldn't say anything that was too tough. He patted Mr. Truman's shoulder and said, "Why are you here? I remember that I gave you a long vacation. You can relax and don't force yourself."
There were some things that some people could say, and some people could not say. Mr. Trumann coughed softly and sighed a little, but soon his face was full of smiles. "Mr. President, I'm here to apologize to you."
"Apologize?"
The sudden "apology" made the president a little confused. He mistakenly thought that Mr. Trumann was apologizing for his appearance at the strip club last night.
Although it was important to maintain a positive image of government workers in a certain way, going to strip clubs was not a crime. The Federation allowed these places to exist. Secondly, they were normal consumption. There was nothing wrong with that.
The president patted him on the shoulder. "I can understand. You don't have to apologize. Sometimes men do need to relax..." He leaned closer to Trumann's subordinate and whispered, "Actually, I used to go there sometimes."
Trumann:???
He was in a daze for a moment before he came back to his senses. "I'm not apologizing for this. I'm apologizing for yelling at you before. I shouldn't have done that. I regret doing something stupid."
When the president announced that he was giving him a vacation, he yelled at the president. In this office, when people were hurt, they felt that the whole world had betrayed them, and so did he.
He felt that if the president could stand on his side, then there was no doubt that he could withstand the pressure from the consortium. He said that the president was weak just to win the election. These words were indeed too much.
Today, he was here to apologize for what he had said.
The president was very surprised. He did not expect Trumann to apologize. He knew this subordinate very well. He was born in the military and had the toughness of a soldier. Therefore, sometimes he would say some nonsense, and the president would not take it to heart.
He had never apologized before, but this time, he actually apologized. This made the president feel a little surprised and a little surprised. "Are you scaring me?"
"Scaring?"
Mr. Trumann was stunned for a moment. He quickly shook his head. "No, I also want to apologize for what I did in the past …"
Someone was willing to apologize, which meant that more things could be communicated. In front of the president, he apologized for all the "mistakes" he had made, and clearly understood that winning the election and the stability of the domestic social structure were far more important than anything else.
This point of view was very much in line with the president's point of view, especially the issue of winning the election. This was the core of the president's interest group.
"I'm very happy that you can understand these problems. I also know that we need to find a way to solve the problems you mentioned, but in order to solve these problems, we must have power."
"Without power, we can only express our opinions like clowns on TV and attack our political opponents who are also in dire straits. We can't do anything else."
"Trumann, we don't have money. We can't fight against those consortiums head-on. We can only rely on power. Only by grasping power tightly will the things you want in your heart be realized one day!"
After receiving positive feedback, the president also slightly expressed his position. He had a sense of propriety in his heart, and these words did indeed gain Mr. Trumann's approval, especially regarding the issue of power.
With power, you can make your dreams and ambitions come true.
Without power, the only thing you can do is rot on the sofa in front of the TV and in junk food.
Some people studied for more than ten years in order to have a bright future, so now was the time for him to "learn". He had to put away his shell of being able to stab others and blend in with these people until he truly grasped power, real power.
"Mr. President, my recklessness and impulsiveness have brought a lot of trouble to our next work. I want to …" He paused, and there was a somewhat unpleasant smile on his face. "I want to express my apology to those people. What do you think?"
The people he was referring to were the top executives of the consortiums whose interests were affected by him. The other party had made a move, and he expressed that he would bow his head and resolve the conflict before everyone completely fell out. Everyone was happy.
The president's face showed a surprised expression, but it quickly turned into a pleasant surprise. "Don't force yourself …"
"I didn't force myself. People have to repent for their mistakes. I realized my mistakes, and I also have to admit my mistakes."
The president patted him on the shoulder. "You really didn't force yourself?"
After receiving Mr. Trumann's affirmative answer, he nodded. "I will help you arrange it. Please believe me, I will never let them make things difficult for you …"