Whether it was the Guevara People, the people of the Federation, or people from other countries, especially the ordinary people at the bottom of society, they all had the same question. How did those officials become officials if they didn't know anything?
For example, the members of the Congress of the Bailey Federation, many of them not only did not engage in law-related work, but they also majored in law when they were in university.
They didn't know much about the law, so how could they decide whether a law could be passed or whether it needed to be changed?
To put it simply, a group of laymen were doing things that even professionals couldn't do. How could they?
There were too many people who had this question. For example, Lynch, who had never proven himself on the football field, became the chairman of a professional football club. How could he?
When most people had this question in their minds, they were a little angry. It was very likely that they were experiencing these problems, or the people around them, or some people in society were experiencing these problems.
That was why they had such a question. Why were the politicians, who were laymen in many industries, able to do some work that only professionals could do?
In fact, everyone's perspective of the problem was wrong from the beginning. For politicians, their "profession" was politics, and their "profession" was politics. As for the power and influence that extended from their profession, that was just a bonus.
As long as they knew how to fight with each other, knew how to compromise when necessary, gave up a little bit of shame, and lowered a little bit of moral bottom line, then they were professionals in the field of "politics."
It was because they were professionals that they could become officials!
The prime minister of Guevara was also a professional politician. Although he didn't have much power, he was indeed a very professional politician. Once he made up his mind, it would be a storm.
The night that the demonstration outside the finance minister's residence was dispersed, all the major TV stations reported this news.
Some of the TV stations were relatively neutral, while others were biased towards the prime minister's camp.
In the words of those who had a clear position, the finance minister manipulated the Empire's police and suppressed a group of victims like a mob!
Whether or not it was the finance minister who ordered it, the people believed it!
The finance minister's scandal had just been exposed, and then the finance minister was in trouble. In many people's minds, this was in line with the development of the situation, and if it wasn't the finance minister's request, who would take such a big risk to command the police to suppress the people?
"But that's not enough!"
The Prime Minister was sitting by the fireplace. It was late October, and the temperature in Gefra had begun to drop significantly.
The biggest difference between an island country and an inland country was the humidity in the air. The air in Gevra was very humid. Once a person got older, if they didn't take good care of themselves when they were young, it would be a little troublesome when autumn came.
The pain in their joints made them inseparable from blankets and fireplaces.
He held a pair of fire shears in his hand and poked at some of the firewood to loosen it up a little. This way, the fire would slowly die down.
Some nobles were gathered a little further away from the fireplace. To some extent, these nobles were the prime minister's supporters.
Their families had always been allies with each other. They had maintained a very good relationship since the era of the feudal lords.
The aristocratic group would never disappear. Sometimes, when the imperial power was strong, they would have to restrain themselves a little. However, once the imperial power showed signs of weakening, the aristocratic group would quickly recover and rise again.
These people were either sitting or standing, quietly listening to the Prime Minister's opinion. "I know what kind of person the Chancellor of the Exchequer is. Treacherous, despicable, shameless, obscene, shameless."
"I'm ashamed to be his colleague!"
He chuckled as he said this.
After so many years of suffocation, he finally got an inexplicable opportunity. He couldn't let it go. At this time, he was in a good mood, so while cursing the Chancellor of the Exchequer, he also made a little joke.
"This blow can't defeat him. Our Emperor wants him to pull up the financial index as soon as possible. As long as he can do this, no matter what happens next, His Majesty will not give up on him."
The Prime Minister hung the shears on a small wooden button by the fireplace and looked up at the gentlemen in the room. "At least he will show that he wants to protect the Chancellor of the Exchequer!"
"I know him very well. I've known him for more than 40 years. I know what kind of person he is. So, our first battlefield will be the Gefra financial index."
The Prime Minister had known the Emperor since he was a child. They were more than ten years apart in age. At that time, the Emperor was not a prince that people thought highly of.
There were more outstanding princes above him. No matter if it was a prince or a princess, they all had a background that people looked up to.
Only the current Emperor was a child born by accident. In order to make him lose the chance to seize the throne, some people secretly called him a "bastard."
They tried to use bloodline to completely remove him from the line of succession, but these people failed in the end.
The Emperor might not be the smartest one, and he might not be the one with the most noble bloodline, but he was the most ruthless one.
All those who refused to submit to him and those who refused to bow their heads were killed by him. They were killed by a bastard. In the end, this bastard ascended to the throne.
He was a ruthless person with the potential to be a tyrant. He was also a person who was decisive enough. As long as he thought that was the bottom line, no one could touch it.
If the Prime Minister and the Emperor didn't want to go to war and compete for life and death, then it was best for them to compete within the scope of the "rules of the game."
His Majesty set the scope of the game, which was the financial index. So, the first thing they had to do was to pull down the financial index.
"As long as the Minister of Finance can't complete His Majesty's task, His Majesty won't continue to protect him, and he will lose without a doubt."
His Excellency the Prime Minister said with a faint smile on his face. "Then we will sit at the card table with His Majesty."
None of the gentlemen in the room were thinking about how the Geffra financial index would affect the country. Power was the core of the country.
If the Federation was said to be controlled by capital, then in the Geffra, it was power that controlled everything.
Society and governance were different, so people considered different things. What if the Federation President caused the Federation's industrial index to plummet for his own personal rights?
Someone would immediately bring up the impeachment of the President, and even the Congress would intervene.
But here, no one cared about those small problems. They only cared about what they could gain by doing so.
Moreover, a group of nobles behind the scenes knew that this was the time to short the financial index. Since the money was going to evaporate, it would be better for it to evaporate into their pockets.
"I need you to push down the index. At the same time, we have to prepare a big gift for our Minister of Finance."
The surrounding nobles nodded. Their faces were reserved and did not show any exaggerated expressions, but everyone's eyes were shining with excitement.
Once the Prime Minister won the power struggle, these nobles would have a good time. They would take over a large number of departments with real power. At least until the next world war, they would have real power.
Everyone thought for a while. Someone asked, "What do you think of Lynch?"
The person who spoke was in his fifties. His hair was a little gray. He sat on an exaggerated high-back chair with his legs crossed. The surface of his shiny leather boots reflected the flickering fire in the fireplace.
This guy was a little thin. His cheekbones looked a little high. His eyes were not very big, but they were long and narrow. He gave off a somewhat gloomy feeling.
His words made everyone's eyes focus on him. "Lynch has a group of small nobles now. They are more or less people. They can be considered a force."
"He doesn't get along well with His Majesty. Maybe we can rope him and his people in."
When it came to Lynch, everyone's expression was different. Lynch had refreshed their understanding of the world.
He came to the Geffra Index three times in less than two months. He actually formed his own noble group, and he was the only core of it. This ability was very scary.
If he was born in the era of the lords, he might not have the current royal family.
"Lower nobles are of no value to us."
She thought that a gentle-looking noble in his forties would reject her right away.
Non-hereditary nobles, earls, and those below earls were called inferior nobles. These nobles were just lucky for a while, and they would soon lose the privileges and glory of nobles. Therefore, in the eyes of the traditional great nobles, these nobles were no different from commoners for three generations.
The noble who gave off a gloomy feeling smiled. "No matter how low they are, they are still a force. They have made a lot of money recently. They are also one of the main forces in shorting the index."
The Prime Minister fell into deep thought. The first person to short the Geffra Financial Index was Lynch. He had once suspected that it was all Lynch's doing.
But he denied his own thoughts. Everything was too coincidental. When a coincidence reached a certain level, it could be a real coincidence.
Lynch did not have the power to stir up the aristocratic structure of the Geffra Index, which had not changed for decades with his own power. He might just be one of the many coincidences that contributed to the operation of the general trend.
It was like every change of power made people feel like they were writing an epic. Everyone felt that they were small individuals in the epic, but they were also the ones who wrote the history.
"I will talk to Lynch. For us now, any force is worth fighting for!"