Blackstone Code

Any major political change cannot bypass the bipartisan committee. As for why the Socialist Party is not talked about, it is because the Socialist Party has little say in this aspect.

At least they haven't had the experience to be involved in such a thing. .

After the decision was made on Mr. Trueman's part, Lynch made an appointment with the short Progressive Party committee chairman.

They made an appointment in a villa in the suburbs. Compared with "public figures" such as Mr. President, the chairman of the bipartisan committee is actually not the kind of person who can be recognized wherever he goes.

But the current situation is a bit special. Who knows how many pairs of eyes are watching around them. In the end, the place they agreed on was placed in a place where privacy and security can be relatively guaranteed.

The ancient medieval design style makes this villa look a bit "shabby". The extensive use of building materials with superficial bark gives this villa a very original feel.

The flames were crackling in the fireplace made of rubble, and a metal pipe that was blackened by the fire hung on it, and bubbles were bubbling inside.

A very special fragrance filled the room.

The short old man stood by the fireplace. He used a special metal pliers to clamp the metal can, then poured the contents into two cups, and then put the metal can aside.

He walked back to the sofa not far from the fireplace and sat down with two cups in hand. He handed one of the cups to Lynch, "Try it. It's hard to get it outside."

Lynch looked down at the cup. The ivory white cup wall was covered with a layer of gold-coated rim. The cup was filled with bright red liquid, which looked a bit strange.

It was red but not like blood, smelled good, and had some foam around the edges of the surface.

He blew and took a sip, and his expression suddenly changed.

Seeing Lin Qi's facial changes that stretched and turned surprising, the short old man couldn't help laughing, "Isn't it very special?"

Lin Qi swallowed the little soup in his mouth and couldn't help but nod in praise, "It's very strange. I have never drunk anything like this. What is it?"

The short old man shook the cup in his hand and took a sip, "A drink called 'Holy Blood' is said to have come from tens of thousands of years ago and is the favorite of a group of guys known as the 'Kings of Heroes'" Drinks!”

Since the Holy Peace Society began to collect various things related to legends from all over the world, a large number of things that have not been discovered by people have gradually been unveiled within the Holy Peace Society.

The short old man is also a member of the Holy Peace Society, and a third-level member. He is already qualified to access this part of the documents.

In a piece of information from a certain ruins, the Holy Peace Society found some very interesting records.

According to records, humans and gods coexisted, and gods sometimes intercourse with humans and gave birth to demigods.

These guys have the appearance of humans but also possess some of the power of gods.

Later, because the God King was dissatisfied with the birth of too many demigods from the intercourse between gods and humans, he prohibited the gods from continuing to have close contact with humans, thus widening the distance between gods and mortals.

They even secretly sent gods to strangle these "mixed bloods". A large number of demigods were killed, and then some of them began to resist.

They call themselves heroes and fight against the gods.

The thirteen strongest heroes are called the "Kings of Heroes" and are the absolute main force against the gods.

And holy blood is their favorite drink.

It is cooked with more than a hundred materials, some of which have become extinct. The Shenghe Society has found some substitutes through some research on ancient books, but it has lost its due role in the records.

For example, after drinking it, the manpower can be infinitely increased. In addition, there are less and less dragon blood wood. The core material is the core of dragon blood wood, so basically no one in the outside world knows about this thing.

Even within the Holy Peace Society, not many people knew about it.

After all, not everyone is so free to spend a lot of manpower, material and financial resources to reproduce an ancient book whose authenticity is unknown.

Listening to what the short old man said, Lin Qi picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The aroma became stronger.

He touched his muscles and said, "I seem to have become stronger."

The short old man laughed loudly, "That's just your hallucination after listening to the story. No one knows whether these records are true or false, including the note that records the ingredients."

"I asked some scientific researchers and they said these are just compound aromas of spices and they didn't detect anything different."

He said with a soft sigh.

In fact, the name of the largest clique within the Holy Peace Society is "Eternal Life", and the short old man is one of them.

Here are gathered some of the most powerful people in the Federation and even the world. They all have one thing in common, that is, they are a little old.

The youngest ones are in their 50s, and the older ones are in their 80s and 90s. They spend a lot of money here every year to support the Shenghe Society in exploring various ruins and looking for various legends.

And their purpose is actually very simple, just like the name of this small organization, they are looking for a way to live forever.

Standing at the top of the human world, the only thing that can tempt them is probably eternal life, right? !

It's a pity that so far, eternal life is just a dream. Although ruins are constantly being excavated, which proves that there may have been gods in this world, but who knows where those guys went?

Or was this a malicious joke from the ancients from the beginning?

The emotion passed quickly, and it didn't take long for the short old man to collect his emotions. He gently pressed his hands on the armrests on both sides of the sofa, facing Lynch, "Tell me what you think."

Lynch nodded, "Is it possible for Mr. President to be re-elected?"

The short old man shook his head, "The Duncan family must be disbanded, so I can only say I'm sorry. I know your relationship is good."

His attitude is obvious. The Duncan family has touched the core interests of both parties, so they must fall.

To do this, they are sacrificing Mr. President.

Lynch frowned slightly. He wanted to show his displeasure as a friend of the President when he heard this terrible news.

This is a statement, a statement of position. Of course, he quickly put away these expressions, "If Mr. President cannot be re-elected, then the next president will be the next president."

He stopped talking, and the short old man also had some curious expressions, "Do you want to recommend someone?"

It is common for capitalists to recommend candidates. If a capitalist has relatively strong support for a political party or is a core supporter of a political party, the committee will also consider the opinions of these people as appropriate.

Although Lynch has not been a member and supporter of the Progressive Party for too long, the potential he has shown is enough for people to pay attention to his opinions, otherwise the short old man would not ask him to meet here.

Lynch nodded, "I talked with Mr. Trueman, and I just said that I hope to nominate him as a candidate."

In fact, even if there is no nomination by the committee, anyone can publicly announce to the society that he or she wants to run for president and thus become a candidate.

But announcing this matter by oneself and announcing it by the party are two different concepts.

The party announcement means that the opinions within the party committee have been unified, and the candidates they proposed will be tilted and supported by party resources.

This is the most important and critical point. Without resources and support, the general election will not go far at all.

The short old man scratched his head, and it could be seen that he seemed to be feeling a little inexplicable now. At this time and in his position, he no longer needed to hide his emotions excessively.

"Truman is too young. Mr. President and I have discussed this matter before. He believes that he will be suitable in about ten years."

Lynch shook his head, "The war is about to break out, Mr. Chairman, the first thing we have to consider now is to deal with the war."

"Mr. Trueman comes from the military and knows more about war and the military than anyone else."

"I don't object to us having a president who is a teacher or an opera singer, but at this time, what we need is a president who knows enough about war!"

"Only in this way can we ensure that after the war breaks out, our country will not make wrong choices due to some 'common-sense military mistakes.'"

The short old man smiled and shook his head, "It's a far-fetched statement, Lynch, can you tell me the core reason?"

Lynch is thick-skinned enough that he doesn't feel embarrassed at all, "He and I are good friends, and it's good for me to have him on stage. And Mr. Trueman is a real radical, not just pretending."

"This is consistent with some of my plans to plunder wealth from overseas."

After hearing this, the short old man smiled and nodded approvingly, "You see, telling the truth is actually not that difficult."

After he finished speaking, he began to think deeply.

The Progressive Party also advocated conservative policies in the past few years, because at that time conservatism was very popular and people were unwilling to participate too much in international affairs. In order to get votes, everyone had to show their conservative stance.

Then radicalism began to take hold, and even the candidates of the Conservative Party, let alone the candidates of the Progressive Party, had frighteningly radical ideas.

But it is clear to everyone how many of these people are real radicals and how many are fake radicals.

In a way, they are actors, giving the people what they want to see, and then gaining public support and votes.

But Mr. Trueman is a real radical, the kind of radical who comes from the military.

This also means that he is dangerous in some aspects, such as the previous naval battle with Gaevra.

The president did not authorize them to sink Gefra's fleet at all, but the navy did it anyway. This is truly radical.

Radical and dangerous!