The tough attitude of the Ministry of Defense had already told everyone what it meant to be "determined to achieve". In the face of this situation, the attitude of the joint development company was soon divided.
Some people felt that there was no need to go against the current Federation government. After more than ten years of escapism, they finally ushered in an aggressive presidential cabinet, which was not an easy thing to do.
The capitalists of the Federation had always looked down on the capitalists of the Gefra. In the eyes of the capitalists of the Federation, the "peers" of the Gefra were at best just lackeys of power. How could they be as free and honorable as the capitalists of the Federation?
Not only did they control huge amounts of wealth, but they could also manipulate elections and push Congress to legislate. They had the final say on who could be the president and what laws could be passed.
However, this did not prevent them from envious of the merchants. Behind them was an emperor who was often angry, and an aggressive country was actually a good thing for the capitalists. Even if it was just a small matter, their emperor would clamor to start a war.
Look at the Gefra businessmen in those years. They were indeed like watchdogs in the country, without any power, but once they left Gefra, in other countries, they did not put the local officials of other countries in their eyes at all.
Compared to the time when the capitalists were in the international arena, most of the businessmen of the Federation were cowering in the Federation and did not dare to run around at will.
It was a trend to show their sharpness. More and more radical young people hoped that the Federation could play an important role in the international arena.
If the Federation could fully control the military forces of Nagalee, it would indeed be safer, and it would also be a suitable deterrent to some countries.
If some people agreed, there would be some people who opposed.
Especially when it came to their own safety!
During a short break, someone asked Lynch for his opinion.
Whether it was the current status of Lynch or the scale of the Blackstone Group, it had already given him a place in the joint development company. Moreover, his shares were not small.
Lynch did not give any clear answer to these people's questions. Instead, he talked about something – joint military exercises.
"There will be an obvious change in the military structure of the world …" Lynch, who was standing in the crowd, had the capital to become the center of attention. Facing these rich people, he was so calm that he didn't seem like a young man.
He didn't strongly express his own intentions, but said some thought-provoking words to guide people's thinking. He didn't offend anyone and expressed his own views. He was definitely a young man who could make people's eyes light up.
"The joint military exercise of the victorious alliance will inevitably touch the sensitive nerves of the defeated countries in this world war. If I'm not wrong, some of them should follow up with some public military reforms."
"To some extent, this world war has also highlighted the problems of each country in the world. There won't be any actual large-scale war in the next few years, but another form of war and even local friction will inevitably exist …"
Lynch was full of energy as he spoke. He had a kind of talent that could make others pay attention to him and listen to him patiently. This was a kind of talent and also a kind of charisma.
"What a good young man!"
Mr. Patu stood outside the crowd and glanced at Lynch, then said to Mr. Vaudric, "Clear goal. Although his views are special, they are also insightful."
"International trade is bound to become the trend in the future. We will rely more on national power than ever before!"
Mr. Vaudric nodded and agreed with this view.
This was foreseeable. In the future, whether capitalists could play well in the market with the international community as the stage depended more on whether the national power behind them was strong enough.
If the national power was strong, it could trample on most of the so-called "foreign laws".
If the national power was not strong enough, it could only be trapped in various xenophobic policies and it would be difficult to break free.
After a short break, the meeting continued. During the intermission, people from the Ministry of Defense and the military industrial group persuaded the opposition. In the end, basically everyone's opinions were unified.
The next step was to bring this into the reconstruction plan of Nagalee. As members of the joint development company, they naturally had to contribute a little.
In the evening, Lynch dialed the number of Provincial Governor Dragon. It took about two minutes for the call to be connected.
This phone number was the private number of Provincial Governor Dragon. Not many people knew about it, so when Provincial Governor Dragon picked up the phone, he did not show the temperament that a provincial governor should have. His performance was even a bit mediocre.
"This is Dragon …"
"It's me, Lynch."
About two seconds later, the voice of Provincial Governor Dragon came from the receiver. "Mr. Lynch …"
He did not continue. It was not that he did not want to speak, but he did not know what to say.
From an emotional point of view, he should not have any feelings of gratitude to Lynch. After all, Lynch came here and set the bait for him. What was even more hateful was that he took the bait and Nagalee died.
This sentence was not said casually. Nagalee was really going to die. Once a new Nagalee was established, it was equivalent to the death of the country!
This also made Provincial Governor Dragon feel regret sometimes. He should not have been greedy enough to want to get too many benefits from Lynch and drag the entire country down with him.
This could only be blamed on Lynch's appearance being too deceptive. Who would have thought that such a young body hid such a cunning soul.
Lynch's tone and emotions did not fluctuate at all. "I have something to tell you. I just attended a meeting held by the Ministry of Defense."
"In view of the current chaos in Najaril, the federal government has decided to help Najaril improve the situation. The federal government will send some troops to be stationed in Najaril to assist your police in maintaining social order, and at the same time, protect the safety of those in power and us investors."
"Safety of life and financial safety."
In an instant, Provincial Governor Dragon's blood pressure skyrocketed. His face instantly turned red, and the veins on the back of his hand that tightly gripped the armrest began to twitch.
What kind of "assistance" was this? This was an invasion!
There was no doubt that he heard a different meaning from Lynch's words. Nagalee was really going to die!
But this was also within his expectations. He just didn't expect this moment to come so quickly and so … irresistible.
His tensed body suddenly relaxed as he slumped into the chair. Then, he began to sweat profusely.
The heavy breathing in the receiver reflected the violent fluctuations in Provincial Governor Dragon's heart at this time, but for Lynch, he did not feel that there was anything wrong, nor did he feel any burden.
Weak and greedy, this was the end.
"If … I mean if, Mr. Lynch, what if someone doesn't agree?"
Provincial Governor Dragon still retained the last glimmer of hope.
For the country of Nagalee, Provincial Governors were equivalent to local emperors. They could be considered the largest ruling class. He did not believe that all the ruling classes would agree to the Federation's request to put down all their weapons and let the Federation people stand behind them with guns.
Being mentally prepared and being faced with reality were two different things.
This was just like how some people would say something like "what can we do even if the situation is worse" when faced with difficulties that had not yet come. Some people would say "at worst, we'll just die".
But when reality really came, people would still be timid and would still want to escape. In the end, they would have to face the worst ending in panic.
Lynch's voice still had no fluctuations, just like before. "Then we'll change rulers. You know, this is very easy for us."
His last hope was shattered. Provincial Governor Dragon felt a little abdominal pain. When people faced important decisions in life, they would often be nervous, causing some muscle spasms.
He leaned forward like he was bending over, and his free hand rubbed his face. Power was so beautiful. When it came to giving it up, there was still too much reluctance. It was not as free and easy as when he first thought of this possibility.
About twenty to thirty seconds later, his abdominal pain subsided a little. He straightened his body. "I think I understand …"
"Mr. Lynch, after this is over, I plan to pass the throne to my son. I want to go to the Federation. I'm already very old, and my current job often makes me unable to sleep well. My stomach often hurts …"
There was a hint of longing in his voice. He was afraid that there would be more waves in this matter. For example, the Federation would not allow him to abdicate immediately.
He listed some of the things that he was experiencing, such as stomach pain. This was true. The doctor said that he had a very serious gastritis due to long-term emotional anxiety, although he did not know what the relationship between emotions and gastritis was.
It was time to leave for real and cut off everything here. Being a rich person who did not need to worry about the Federation seemed to be a good thing.
Anyway, he and his descendants could enjoy a rich life. Perhaps this was the best ending.
Lynch did not object to his request. "Okay, I respect your decision, but everything will have to wait until it's over."
"I understand. I'll make some arrangements first. It shouldn't affect the progress of these things, right?"
"Okay!"
After hanging up the phone, Provincial Governor Dragon slumped in his chair. The pain in his stomach did not lessen because of the end of the call. Instead, it got worse.
He opened his drawer and took out a small bottle of pills. These were all from the Federation.
The doctor told him to take the pills on time, but he did not take them on time. He instinctively did not trust these things. Only when the pain was unbearable would he think of these things.
He took out two pills and swallowed them. After a minute or so, the pain subsided, and the painful expression on his face also eased a little.
After sitting in front of his desk for a long time, he smiled miserably and picked up the phone. "Tell the young master to come to my study …"