"Thank you!"
After receiving the wine glass from Lynch, he didn't immediately take a sip. Instead, he sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. He held the back of the sofa with one hand and swirled the wine glass twice with the other.
He was thinking that if possible, he wouldn't hesitate to let those people realize what stupid things they had done.
But during this period of time, he realized that he had thought too simply of some things. He had always thought that he was on the same side as the president. It wasn't until he was suspended that he realized that it was only in his mind.
The only one who really stood with him was himself. He was alone, he didn't have the highest power, and he didn't have the wealth that could rival a country. The only thing he could do was to struggle to survive under the rules set by those people.
So he understood. He began to go with the flow. During this period of time, he participated in countless cocktail parties and various social activities.
Everyone felt that he had changed. He became like a "normal person" and began to accept capitalists and capital forces. In some private occasions, someone even said, "When a dog barks at you, you have to let it understand that you are the owner. The best way is to beat it up."
Without a doubt.
The "dog" in this sentence was Mr. Trumann. This sentence gradually spread. No one avoided Mr. Trumann. He himself had heard this sentence more than once.
However, he never showed any dissatisfaction. Sometimes, he would even joke about it with others. He was quickly becoming what a real senior official should be in the eyes of the Federation people.
The change in time here could be said to be excellent. The relationship between the president and him had become better, more harmonious, and closer.
His relationship with his colleagues had also become much more harmonious. Colleagues who didn't talk much before, including the cabinet members, would stop and chat when they met. This was basically impossible in the past.
Everything was changing, and so were those capitalists.
Although they used to shout and kill him, now, he seemed to have become a distinguished guest of the capitalists. Every day, someone would invite him to various meaningless cocktail parties.
Those beautiful female celebrities could roll onto his bed with just a flick of his finger!
It was too tiring to fight against the whole world alone. Sometimes, Mr. Trumann would have a momentary illusion that it was not bad to continue like this.
At the very least, he didn't have to guard against being stabbed in the back when he was doing something for this country and the people living here.
So much so that he seemed to be immersed in this kind of life, becoming mellow.
However, Lynch knew that this was not his true face.
Mr. Truman had a lot of connections in the army, from the generals of the federation to the new recruits. He had deep connections with all of them.
After all, since his grandfather's generation, all the men in his family had been serving in the military. After so many years, they would always meet some "comrade-in-arms".
Whether it was for the benefit of the military or to achieve some personal ambitions, Mr. Trumann would not easily change his original intention, nor did he need to do so.
After all, he had the Federation's military behind him, and he was the military's representative in the government!
This was also the reason why the president only gave him a simple vacation, instead of removing him or transferring him to another department.
This was also the reason why those big consortiums only found someone to report him for some non-existent crimes when he stole a large number of orders.
Whether it was these crimes or the vacation, they would eventually come to an end. They only issued a warning and did not take any more drastic measures because of the military power behind him.
Now that Lynch asked this question, he was slightly moved. As a soldier, he always thought of himself as a soldier. If there was a chance for revenge, he would not give it up.
He picked up the wine glass and took a small sip. He had been thinking and struggling in his heart. In the end, he shook his head.
"Forget it, I've already resolved the conflict with them, and we've been on good terms recently."
He stretched out two fingers and pointed at Lynch with the hand holding the wine glass. "If you need, I can help you meet some of them. Maybe after you've resolved the misunderstanding, some things will be better."
Mr. Trumann knew what Lynch had been through recently. Someone had reported that Lynch had committed a lot of tax evasion during his time in Saibin City. This had alarmed the Federation's tax bureau, and now they were investigating Lynch.
Although Lynch had the attributes of a diplomat, he was not a government official, so he was not lenient in all kinds of investigations. Mr. Trumann heard that his old partner had been arrested, and the tax bureau was planning to get evidence from Fox that could threaten Lynch.
Lynch was now in trouble, but this kind of trouble was not big trouble in nature. As long as he was willing to bow down, those things would soon be over.
By then, other than Fox, who had already been arrested, no one else would be implicated.
As long as he bowed his head and expressed his stance.
After hearing that, Lynch could not help but laugh out loud. He laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes.
As he wiped his tears, he looked at Mr. Trumann. "It's a good joke, but it doesn't suit me."
His laughter gradually stopped. After taking out a handkerchief to wipe his tears, he looked at Mr. Trumann seriously. "If kneeling can save me, I'd rather die standing."
"Those people want me to bow down?"
"Sure, when they completely defeat me, they'll chop off my head and throw it at my feet!"
"As long as I'm alive, no one can make me bow my head!"
Trumann stared at Lynch with his eyes wide open. He felt waves of goosebumps spreading rapidly all over his body, followed by a desire to roar and shout.
He subconsciously picked up the glass and took a big gulp to suppress the impulse that he should not have. He looked at Lynch as if it was the first day he met him.
The two looked at each other in silence. After about ten seconds, 20 to 30 seconds, Mr. Trumann sighed heavily. "You don't want to bow your head, but everyone wants you to. What else can you do?"
He seemed to be talking about Lynch's situation, but also seemed to be talking about himself.
After all, he and Lynch were in the same trouble now. Once Lynch was convicted of tax evasion, those capitalists would immediately divide up his assets.
This kind of thing was very common in the Federation. In the past, those capitalists used this method to annex one company after another.
A major shareholder of a company was unable to attend the shareholders' meeting for some reason, then the shareholders only needed to call for a shareholders' meeting and vote.
According to the rules, if the major shareholder gave up on arranging a proxy to attend the shareholders' meeting, it would be regarded as the major shareholder abstaining from voting at the shareholders' meeting. If he did not want to abstain, he would have to arrange a proxy.
As for whether the proxy cooperated with them the first time, it did not matter because the proxy would eventually cooperate with their actions. If the proxy did not cooperate, they had plenty of ways to change it.
In the absence of the major shareholder, a company would be completely broken up. This was to avoid some future legal problems to the greatest extent.
In the end, they would transfer the company through a series of means such as breaking up and restructuring, leaving only a shell company full of debts for the shareholders.
In Buen, there were specialized "jackals" who helped others or specialized in this kind of work.
They dismembered companies one by one, harvesting the company's wealth while harvesting the shareholders' wealth if the company went public.
In the end, one by one, the companies became a debt-ridden shell, sinking into the abyss with the shareholders (if there were any) and declaring bankruptcy. Those capitalists and jackals took the money that did not belong to them and were happy.
And this was the reason why the Federation's financial related laws stipulated that companies that reached a certain scale must accept investment and go public. They were prepared to be unreasonable from the beginning!
Once Lynch was thrown into prison, these things would instantly go out of control. They would even use the board of directors' resolution to obtain a loan equivalent to Lynch's total assets from the bank, and then leave the debts and shell company to Lynch.
The bank would directly obtain all of Lynch's assets through legal means and use this as part of the repayment of the loan. Just a part!
These assets that should be enough may not even be worth 10% of the loan in the eyes of the bank, and there would be more debts on Lynch's shoulders.
These debts were not to force Lynch to his death, but to not give him a chance to make a comeback. If he did not want to do business, did not want revenge, and was willing to accept his fate, then the bank and the creditors would not force him, and would even forget about this matter.
At this time, the debt was actually just an insurance. For those with vested interests, when they did not feel the danger, everyone was safe.
When they felt the danger, they would use the debt to force those people to their deaths.
The world of capital was never gentle. The war between capital and capital was even more cruel and cruel.
Now, the senior management of a regional ruling financial group had said that they wanted to deal with Lynch. Who would dare to stand up for Lynch?
Even a financial group of the same level might not be willing to stand up for him. Even if someone was willing to do so, they would wait until Lynch fell into the deepest part of the abyss.
If they helped him now, they would be friends. If they helped him when he fell into the abyss, Lynch would be inferior.
At this time, when there were enemies everywhere, it was not a big deal to bow down.
But he did not expect Lynch to be so unyielding.
"I just thought of another situation. I will bow down …" Lynch took another sip of wine. "When I slap them, I will bow down and say sorry!"