People in Terra, governing a weird little country

Little Justin looked up with a blank expression.

"No, man, is this true or not, a prophecy?"

Ferdinand was somewhat incoherent.

If it is unscientific that Saria did not vote against it, then what is this now? Metaphysics?

He received the prophecy half a month in advance. What kind of god is Sami?

Besides, why would he help Sherag?

Completely not understanding what was happening, Ferdinand felt that the scientific values ​​he had built up over a long period of time were smashed to pieces by Saria's left punch and Mariam's right punch at this moment!

Muirseth was also confused, but she reacted quickly.

This should mean, help us?

Sammy! Thank you! I don't know if you can accept it, but I will go to Manzhuyuan to burn two incense sticks for you!

Impatient to take advantage of the victory, Muirseth immediately said:

"So, can we start voting now?"

"Department heads who agree to open a branch in Kjerag, please raise your hands!"

Muerseth took the lead by raising both hands and making a Gallic salute, representing her and Nastie's votes.

Yara smiled and raised her hand. This was Saria's vote of approval.

Levi and Parvis looked at each other. They had similar personalities, similar moral bottom lines, and overlapping research directions, so their relationship was naturally the best. Levi raised his hand, and Parvis followed suit.

Seeing this, little Justin looked at Ferdinand helplessly, sighed, then pushed his glasses and raised his hand.

Magellan held up the letter.

Ferdinand was the only one who had not yet expressed his opinion.

He was about to say something, but Yara, who had just questioned him, shook her head:

"Ferdinand and I abstain."

She looked at Ferdinand with a look that seemed to say:

"Save some dignity for yourself, Ferdinand."

Whatever.

Ferdinand smiled bitterly and nodded.

Muirseth clapped his hands and announced happily:

"So, the final voting result is: 7 votes in favor, 0 votes against, and abstentions!"

"Resolution passed! Oooohhh!"

Warm applause and cheers from Muirseth rang out in the conference room, and Ferdinand watched it all quietly.

He turned a button on his clothes, and the person behind the slightly reflective "button" was also watching everything.

Ferdinand knew that the real challenge had just begun.

...........

At the same time, in Columbia, Mark Maxter District, the Capitol site.

There is a questioning going on here.

The questioner was Conrad Jackson, a congressman from Columbia.

This Colombian congressman with a military background was once considered a candidate for the next vice president. However, due to various reasons, especially the outstanding political achievement of Wilson's "instruction" of Rhine Life and Kjerag to jointly carry out the "Star Reaching Project", he eventually lost to the current vice president Wilson in the general election, and Wilson was re-elected.

The person being questioned was none other than Rhine Life's current general agent, Saria.

The one that oversees the questioning process and protects human rights is [Science Frontiers], or in other words, the Terra International Human Rights Council - boom - this is what the President asked for.

The representative sent by the Terra International Human Rights Council was none other than Hemer, who had just returned to Colombia.

The content of the inquiry was nothing but "whether Rhein Life's investment in Kjerag was within the normal range".

"Not only did Rhein Life sign a large number of unequal contracts with Kjerag at a near loss, it also invested a lot of infrastructure in Kjerag. Is your company's director of engineering still in Kjerag?"

Saria: "Mr. Congressman, I need to clarify that investment is risky. Christen's vision was proven to be -"

Before she finished her words, she was rudely interrupted by the congressman:

"I just need your answer, yes or no?"

"Yes or no?"

Saria's eyelids twitched and she shook her head:

"no."

“This is deception.”

Conrad Jackson responded succinctly:

"We have a lot of evidence to prove that Ms. Nasti is now in Kjerag. We can also provide copies and photos of the contract signed between Rhine Life and Kjerag. This is enough to prove that Ms. Saria is dishonest in this matter!"

Saria clenched her fists. "I need to clarify this statement. We made the investment based on Kjerag's development expectations. There is no inequality..."

She was interrupted by Conrad Jackson again halfway through her words. The other party obviously did not intend to give her any space or time to explain, but instead pursued:

"Moreover, according to sources, Rhine Life hopes to set up a branch in Kjerag and transfer its core industries to Kjerag. It has also leaked the core technologies and secrets that originally belonged to Colombia to the Kjerag government and related companies!"

"Ms. Saria, do you have any explanation for this?"

Saria stared at Conrad Jackson.

The headquarters of Rhine Life should still be voting on the establishment of a branch in Kjerag, but the Special Zone has already known the details.

Coupled with the photos of the contract signed between Kjerag and Rhine Life that the other party claimed to be able to provide, there is no doubt that there is a traitor inside Rhine Life again.

Why should I say again?

Saria looked a little embarrassedly at Hemer, who had an equally serious expression on his face but was facing Conrad Jackson.

She took a deep breath and tried to answer again, but this time, just like last time, she just opened her mouth, before she could even utter a syllable, the congressman waved his hand:

"What I need is an answer, not an explanation. There will naturally be a special department to investigate what happened. Your one-sided statement has been proven to be unreliable."

"You just need to tell me, yes, or no?"

Saria smacked her lips.

Obviously, Ferdinand was thinking too simply.

The military's attack on Rhine Life will not wait for his battle report.

They have already started.

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Chapter 478: The President: As a Dove, I Was Dove

Columbia, Mark Maxter District, white house.

Vice President Wilson is packing up.

He plans to go to Congress.

"That fool Conrad and the short-sighted idiots in the military, they don't think they can defeat me with this method, right?"

Calling the head of Rhine Life to the Special Zone for questioning, it was called an inquiry, but what was the actual purpose? They didn't think that Wilson couldn't see it, did they?

Anyone with a bit of political sense can smell the stench behind it! It's full of ulterior motives, absolutely full of ulterior motives! To put it bluntly, this is disloyalty!

But Wilson could not deny that both the military and its spokesperson, Conrad Jackson, who had challenged him in the vice presidential election, were following normal procedures. At least for the time being, no one had crossed the line.

But so what?

In Colombia, who doesn't use legal means to do illegal things?

Wilson might not be able to stop the ongoing congressional questioning, but he had ways to teach the ignorant Conrad and the military a little lesson after the congressional questioning was over.

It was a legal investigation into the flow of funds. He clearly remembered the specific process, date, and words spoken, but he just forgot which year the case was. It was a police accusation of accepting bribes and hiding confidential government documents. As long as Wilson wanted, he could use a reasonable and legal method to accuse Conrad of hundreds of criminal cases, and even directly arrange for agents to raid his home!

Of course, it would be easy to directly instruct a congressman to question Conrad or other people with military backgrounds or factions. In Colombia, which politician who has done this has no small tail behind him? It's just that they don't usually use this method.

Once he decided to do this, Wilson would not show any mercy. He would kill her. In the end, either you save face for yourself or I save face for you.

The man was stabbed in the back with eight crossbow arrows. After preliminary investigation by the police, it was concluded that it was suicide.

Wilson now has a much larger faction behind him than Conrad, so what else is there to say?

arrangement!

Wilson sneered and just opened the double doors of his office when he heard a cough behind him.

"Cough cough."

Wilson pulled back an open door.

He turned around, his face no longer showing the cold murderous intent, but a smile as gentle as the spring breeze, and walked towards the one-legged horned feathered beast standing on the windowsill:

"Mr. President, when did you arrive?"

The President of Colombia, the real owner of this country, this special zone, and this palace, Mark Max's cross-shaped pupils moved slightly, as smooth as the lens of a camera, shining at Wilson in front of him, and his tone was calm:

"Just now."

Wilson breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that he had just arrived. In Colombia, you can offend anyone, you can offend him, but you must never offend the president.

Their country may seem democratic and free, but everything about it is actually based on an absolutely authoritarian leader.

The more Wilson racked his brains and schemed for the position of vice president, the more he realized that humans, in Colombia, always have their limits.

Mark Max is that limit.

Above the president is the realm of the pure "gods". This "god" does not refer to powerful creatures like giant beasts, but to the concept of omniscience, omnipotence, immortality, and transcendence of the mundane in human imagination. Below the president are humble mortals like him, busy working as public tools for the country.

There is only the Great President, who is the junction between God and man, eternally existing, forever great, forever wise, forever calm, forever decisive, forever and ever!

He is the true "Philosopher King".

Unless Wilson is determined not to be a human being, the relationship between him and the president will always be that of a servant and a master, a bird and a bird, a mortal and an extraordinary person. A huge gap!

However, this is also good. When the Lateran people claimed that they would always remain neutral, they shouted a famous saying: Let the gods be the gods, and the king be the king. Wilson respected this boundary and only needed to manage the secular affairs of Columbia. Why should he worry about things that were beyond his understanding and should be considered by the president?

He bent down willingly and offered his shoulder to the horned feathered beast that was resting on the window frame. When the President's sharp claws hooked onto his clothes, he asked softly:

"Does the President want to see me?"

“Don’t go to Congress.”

The President's words are always concise, even if it is an extremely confusing order.

Don't go to Congress? Meaning, don't bother me with the questioning of Rhine Life that's going on there?

But why?

The cooperation between Rhine Life and Kjerag had nothing to do with politicians like them at first. It was a private contract between Prime Minister Kjerag, his beloved relatives and brothers Ernst Schwartz and Rhine Life General Manager Kristen. But that was before!

The past is the past, and the present is the present. After the Balrog incident, when Ernst's messenger, Miss Aslan from Kjerag, came to him and proposed a deal on behalf of Ernst to balance the military, the cooperation between Rhine Life and Kjerag was no longer so pure.

After that, Rhine Life received a lot of policy benefits and support from the Colombian government led by him, and Kjerag became the most popular destination for Colombians to travel and vacation. It can be said that behind the cooperation between Rhine Life and Kjerag, there stood him, the Colombian political circles.

But now, the President asked him not to go?

If he didn't go, didn't show up, didn't fight back, it would be like the political world, which was now in its heyday, was giving in to the military and the Ministry of Defense. He was giving in to Conrad Jackson, his defeated opponent! How could this be a slap in the face of Rhine Life? This was simply a slap in the face of him and the political world!

Can he not go?

He really can!

"I understand, Mr. President."

Wilson bowed his head respectfully and agreed, without a trace of dissatisfaction in his tone.

Mark Max nodded slightly.

He knew that his fairly useful bird stand might be full of doubts now, but that was not important, and he did not need to explain.

As the president, his power is unlimited. Whether it is politics or the military, to put it bluntly, they are all employees working for him. How can a boss explain his decisions to his employees?

Not to mention, the purpose of his doing this is not very easy to tell these Terra people directly.