Blackstone Code

No one wanted to get up after they had just soaked in the hot spring water, and obviously the same was true for Mr. President. He and the housekeeper made a gesture, and not long after, the servants brought a table and put it into the bath.

"This is specially prepared for when you are doing something here, and of course it is a gift from my grandfather!" Mr. President smiled and sat at the edge of the table.

This table is quite large and can accommodate about six to eight people sitting around it. It is oval in shape and will not feel too high or too short for everyone sitting in the bath. It is just right.

There is no paint on the wooden surface, but it gives people a waterproof and greasy feeling. This is the result of continuous soaking and painting with oil refined from wood.

This kind of vegetable oil will not cause harm to humans, water, or anyone else.

At the same time, its hydrophobicity and sealing properties can ensure that the wood will not be damaged by water, such as rot.

The top of the table is made of stone. The specific material is unclear, but it looks like purple-red agate, with some yellow silk threads mixed in. It looks very beautiful.

Some important areas are outlined with gold and silver lines on the table, such as the betting area, tablet positions, etc.

Everyone gathered around, and some said they were not very good at playing. This was a modest way of saying it. In fact, it was just that their class and status were not high enough to participate in such a game.

If you join in hastily, you may offend everyone. Sometimes, you will always be petty and think that you are not able to sit at the table because of other people!

Lynch sat at the table. Everyone knew that he was forming his own consortium, which also indicated that he was qualified to sit at the table.

Mr. President looked at Lynch with a somewhat emotional expression. Four years ago, he quoted this young man's words. At that time, he was as humble as a random passerby on the roadside, without any sense of existence or value.

But at this moment, looking at him, no one can ignore the impact he has had on this country and the federal economy.

He even began to have a huge influence on national defense and diplomacy, and he was behind many things.

Mr. President feels that he is a little lucky, because he has a good relationship with Lynch, and Lynch also donated a lot of money to him, and the money really came in handy.

The remaining people are almost at this level, not too high, unlike Mr. Geruno, Mr. Wardrick, Mr. Pattu or the like.

Lower than them.

"Why are you playing something?" Mr. President looked at everyone, "Piava or something else?"

He is very old and has a well-maintained body, and you can even see the outline of some muscles.

Without waiting for anyone to answer him, he asked himself and said, "Piava takes too long. There are so many of us, and a game may take several hours. Let's play something simple."

As he spoke, he began to deal cards to others. No matter his age, his status, or his identity, he was qualified to make this decision.

A simple game where everyone gets two cards and a common card area.

"The small blind bets one dollar, no upgrade..."

Simple and fast rules make it easy for everyone to enter the game. The butler distributes chips to each guest, each worth one hundred yuan.

Of course, sometimes playing cards is not just about playing cards. Playing cards is just a representation, it is not what is really meant to be reflected.

"There are a few things that have given me a headache recently..." Mr. President picked up the cards in front of him, looked down at them, and said as if chatting casually, "Food is a bit tight."

He then threw a green chip up, "Two pieces..."

This is not a simple "poker game", it has a deeper meaning.

With the outbreak of the federal immigration wave, the total population has surged, and the immigrant population has accounted for more than 30% of the total federal population.

In the past few years, food could still meet domestic demand, but in recent years it has been seriously insufficient.

With the birth of second-generation immigrants and even third- and fourth-generation immigrants from early to now, more and more food gaps are beginning to appear.

There is a very interesting phenomenon. The immigrant population has more willingness to have children than the natives of the Federation.

In the federation, it is relatively common for a federal city family to have one or two children per family, because the pressure of life is relatively high, and having more children means a heavier burden.

In remote areas and rural areas, each family has about two to four children, because children are also a labor force. Once they can walk independently, they can provide a certain amount of labor for the family.

Moreover, various life burdens in the countryside are relatively easy, and people can support more children.

This is just a phenomenon among ordinary families in the Federation, and everyone is like this now.

But immigrants are different. They have children like crazy. Most immigrant families have at least two children, and sometimes there may be four, five, or even more.

A sociologist was once criticized for believing that these labor immigrants were "social dregs who only know how to reproduce." His statement also represents the views of some people.

Some problems caused by population expansion are also emerging, and the federation is more dependent on imported food.

Domestic food has long been insufficient, but now more food needs to be imported, and every year there will be more food than the previous year!

The increasing pressure on imports has made food an issue that restricts the federal foreign policy. Recently, food has been put on the table in negotiations on some international issues.

If Trueman hadn't talked about this with Mr. President, he wouldn't have even known that they actually had to make concessions on certain issues because of food!

The gentleman on the left side of the president also picked up his cards and looked at them, "No..." and casually threw his cards into the discard pile.

The second one is Lynch.

Lin Qi didn't even look at it, just threw a two-dollar chip into the betting area, "Follow..."

He paused as he spoke, "Nagalil can provide us with a large amount of food every year, and these problems can be easily solved."

"We can influence the choices of people in Nagaril on employment issues through some policies. If the returns from growing crops are greater than jobs, people will know how to choose."

Mr. President nodded, "This is a solution. There are also cattle and sheep. We don't eat many plants, but more animals, especially beef!"

Lynch seemed to realize something. Nagaril's cattle...to be honest, they didn't taste very good.

The local climate is relatively hot, and there are many mosquitoes. The local cattle are of the bison breed. Even if they are domesticated, they still retain the genes of the bison.

This kind of cow has some very distinctive characteristics, such as its extremely thick skin.

The reason for the thick skin is that they need thicker skin to resist mosquito bites and also have better defense capabilities when facing predators.

Secondly, these cows don’t have much fat in their bodies, just some fascia and hard-to-bite muscles.

People like the taste of fat, so most of the beef supplied to people by the federal government is slightly fatter.

You don't even need to add any extra oil when you put it in the frying pan, it will fry some oil in no time.

If it is lean beef...if anyone has ever fried it in oil, they will understand that the high temperature causes some muscle fibers to shrink, and eventually the beef will be as hard as a rock and difficult to swallow.

Therefore, if you want beef that is more suitable for consumption, you must look for it from temperate and cold zones.

There will be a certain gap between the lean meat and fat meat in temperate zone beef depending on the variety and environment, but there will always be some fat.

Cattle in subarctic and frigid zones need fat to protect themselves from the cold. The beef from such cows contains more fat, making it more tender and delicious when eaten.

Among the beef produced by the Federation, the best ones come from the north, because the north is colder and the beef has a higher fat content and is so tender that it almost melts in your mouth!

If you go further north...it's Marillo.

Maybe Mr. President was hinting at something, but Lynch didn't respond and just looked to his left.

Four gentlemen lost their cards in succession. When the fifth gentlemen came, he also invested two dollars and said, "Follow."

"Actually, that's pretty much what Mr. Lynch just said. I'll add a few more."

While looking at the cards, he said, "I think we should be tougher on these people. If the federal government can give us some favorable policies, I am willing to find some suppliers internationally."

Mr. President was silent for a while, "What kind of favorable policies do you think the government should have that would be good for you?"

"Tax exemptions, subsidies, or export exclusivity in a certain region..." The gentleman who spoke put his cards back, "It must be driven by profit. You know, every decision we make will involve thousands of employees. Go to work, we can’t possibly bear this loss ourselves.”

Then someone gave up, turned around, and turned to Mr. President. He thought for a while, knocked on the table, and then turned over the fourth community card.

Mr. President seemed to be thinking, and after a minute or so, he threw another two-dollar chip on the table, "I think my cards are okay, maybe we can try it!"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Lynch, who also lost a chip and followed him, as did the other person.

At the moment when the last public card was revealed, Lynch shook his head and threw the card into the discard pile, as did the other person. Mr. President won this round.

He won a total of... twelve dollars, which wasn't much, but he seemed quite happy.

The card game starts again, and every time Mr. President will discuss some issues with everyone. Sometimes he can win, sometimes he can't win. Everything seems to be an ordinary card game.

But everyone knows that it is not an ordinary card game. It has its value and meaning, but some people can understand it and some people cannot.

Whether it's politics or capital, to put it bluntly, it's just a game of cards.

Mr. President, capitalist is just an identity, an identity used to participate in the game of cards!