Blackstone Code

Frank had a little more smile on his face when he got the call from the former president.

He knew what happened, even before he got the news in the presidential palace, he knew what happened last night.

With such great pressure, if it were not for the fact that this is war time, many mayors, governors, including Congress, would step down.

The president must also publicly apologize to the people for the disaster that occurred and for the failure to prevent it in advance.

It's not really about what they did, or didn't do.

With so many people dead, someone has to lose power to calm the emotions of the people at the bottom!

Several mayors will definitely not be able to stay in office, and the governor may still be able to retain his position, but this has achieved Frank's goal.

If this kind of time continues for half a month..., no, not half a month, even a week.

The losses incurred during this week are unacceptable to people!

What he wants to do this time is to send a signal, a "signal that there is no need for everyone to continue targeting each other."

Even a totalitarian president cannot attack a large consortium for no reason, and they just broke one of their own arms.

If the Presidential Palace continues to intimidate them, other consortiums will not sit idly by.

At 9:55, Frank appeared in the President's Office on behalf of the "Jerry \u0026 Dess" Group of Companies.

The two had met before, but were not very familiar with each other.

When Frank arrived, Mr. Trueman didn't stand up to greet him, and he didn't even show the slightest interest in Frank's hand that he stretched out to shake.

He just said "sit" and then picked up the report from the blackout state. "Have you read it?"

He thought Frank must have seen it, or must know it, because this was what they planned.

While they completely divested power grid service companies, they sat back and watched, or even promoted the outbreak of power grid failures.

This blackout was not an accident by chance, but a conspiracy of these capitalists!

Frank nodded, "Although I haven't read the paper report, I still know exactly what happened."

Mr. Trueman put the document back on his desk and said softly, "Nearly thirty thousand people, and the actual number of people killed may be more than thirty thousand!"

Frank shrugged and spread his hands, "I'm also very sad about this, and I didn't want it to happen, but it happened after all."

"We will donate a little money to provide some help to these people in need."

According to Mr. Trueman, this is the funniest thing in the world!

They don't take human life seriously, and at the same time they hypocritically donate money for disaster relief. These are capitalists!

Unscrupulous, no bottom line, cruel, vicious, hypocritical...

All the ugly words in the world can be applied to them without making people feel anything out of place!

Trueman suddenly sneered and looked at Frank, "You think I will compromise."

Frank still maintained his gentlemanly demeanor, "No, I don't think this is a compromise!"

"This is a concession made by both of us!"

Mr. Trueman picked up a corner of the document. "Concession at the cost of thirty thousand lives?"

The smile on Frank's face faded a little. He felt that the federal president's mood was not quite right, and his tone also softened a little.

"I don't want that either, and I'm sad about these things."

"But the dead have left us, and we still have to think about those who are still alive."

Think about it, how many people died just now.

If the power supply is not restored, how many more people will die next?

Especially the elderly are at greater risk of death!

Mr. Trueman was silent for a while and shook his head slightly, "I shouldn't have had any illusions from the beginning."

"You can leave now. The doorman will take you out later, Mr. Frank."

Mr. Trueman pressed the button on the phone, and the next second the office door opened. Two security personnel stood at the door and shouted "Mr. President."

Ignoring Frank's shocked and even panicked expression, he said to the two security personnel, "Throw him out!"

Frank's expression could no longer be tense!

The Dais family has served as three presidents. They have a deep background in society and a wide range of connections.

No matter where he is, he is always a guest!

If he was thrown out of the presidential palace by Mr. Trueman today, it would be a stain in his life!

Some people will also become less respectful of him, or even no longer afraid of him!

"You can't do this!"

He stood up, but Mr. Trueman's expressionless look told security personnel what to do.

The two of them directly grabbed Frank and dragged him out of the door. At the moment when the door slowly closed, they were about to cut off their sight of each other.

He read Frank's last words from the shape of his mouth.

"You will regret this!"

The door slowly closed automatically.

His eyes were firmer than ever, as if he was answering Frank's last words, "No, I will never regret it!"

After he finished speaking, he started to deal with work, rescue, supplies, and emergency repair of the power grid.

He has learned that the more troublesome thing now is that the power grid covers the entire state, including inter-regional lines.

Failures occurred not in one area, but in patches.

Therefore, if we want to repair it, we must repair it bit by bit.

The power plant continues to provide power, and the areas that have been repaired will receive electricity, while the areas that have not been repaired will have no electricity.

This method is stupid, but it is currently the only effective method.

He can only hope that the power grid failure will be solved as soon as possible, and at the same time, he hopes that material rescue can prevent more people from dying from the cold!

In the evening, after a long day's work, he called Lynch.

He hadn't wanted to do that, it would have seemed like he was incompetent in some way.

But he must do it.

It is good that he is the president of the federation, but what he does must at least comply with the federal judicial process. Otherwise, even if he now has the greatest power in the federation, it will be useless.

It is impossible for him to do everything by himself, because the person doing the work may refuse to execute his orders because they do not comply with the most basic rules.

It's like he now knows that Jerry \u0026 Dess Group is behind all this, but they have already divested the company in question and have just concluded monopoly investigations of other companies.

There doesn't seem to be a good way to deal with them in the short term.

Even if the tax authorities are called upon, it will only add to their troubles, and it is impossible to make them feel that kind of despair!

So he needs help, help from capital.

Joanna was not there in the evening. She had been busy with the foundation since its establishment.

Mr. Trueman, who originally felt a little guilty about Joanna, would not stop her from finding her own interests and hobbies now, but would also restrain her.

It was just him and Lynch in his study at night.

They moved the things on the coffee table to other places, bought some pizza, some barbecue, steaks, etc., and piled them together randomly.

Just like those teenagers’ favorite parties, all kinds of alcoholic drinks, pizza, and barbecue.

It was just the two of them at this party.

The wine was brought by Lynch, and the alcohol content was appropriate, not too low.

The two drank a few glasses of wine, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

Mr. Trueman untied his tie and collar, his face was rosy after drinking, and he looked at Lynch with a slightly distorted expression.

"You can't imagine the indifferent attitude on his face when I told him that nearly 30,000 people died because of their revenge on me!"

"I want to punch him in the face!"

"But I know I can't do that, and not just because I'm the President of the Federation!"

He picked up the wine glass and took another swig.

If the most humiliating moments in his life were for him, then there were only two of them so far.

The first time, he was put on leave because the capitalists thought he was not an obedient guy, so he had to temporarily stop working and go on vacation, even the president could not protect him.

He learned to sit with the capitalists, eat, drink and have fun, and learned to accept the kind gifts from the capitalists when necessary.

He got to where he is today by hanging out with the people he hated the most.

And what happened today was the second most humiliating thing in his life!

He obviously has the power, but he can't do that because all this is against the rules of the Federation!

This made him extremely irritable, and his body was filled with hopelessness of destruction!

The wine glass in his hand fell heavily on the coffee table. If he had replaced it with a lower quality one, the coffee table might have been broken.

Mr. Trueman took a drink and smelled of sour alcohol. His slightly red eyes stared at Lynch, "You have to help me!"

He instinctively believed that only Lynch could help him with this matter, and only Lynch could do it.

Lynch nodded lightly, "No problem, how far do you want me to go?"

Trueman was stunned for a moment.

In his capacity as a wartime president, some things were difficult to do, but he didn't expect Lynch to agree to it.

Instead, he began to think about what Lynch wanted to do and how far he hoped to achieve it.

Unknowingly, he thought of the nearly 30,000 dead again. This number may increase to 50,000 or even 100,000 in the future!

When he thought that so many people had left this world because some people were dissatisfied with him, Trueman's emotions began to boil again!

"I want them to feel that despair too!"

"Despair, pain, regret, even death!"

If he hadn't been drunk, if he hadn't been goaded by Frank, he wouldn't have said that to Lynch.

These are so unbecoming words for a president that they should not even come from Mr. Trueman's mouth.

Lynch behaved as calmly as before, "No problem, but I need some help."

Mr. Trueman, whose breathing gradually became heavier, poured himself another glass of wine and drank most of it, "What do you want?"