Blackstone Code

Federal sentiments are rough.

People all over the world have rough emotions.

Maybe it has something to do with language.

When language cannot perfectly reflect the inner emotional changes through subtle expressions, and can only use one or two simple words to summarize everything.

The human emotions that use this language as the main language are also simple and rough.

They won't say such artistic conception as "a tiger in the chest smells the roses", they will only say "what the hell is wrong with me".

That's what the Federation people are like, and that's what people all over the world are like.

One or two words, three or five words, everyone is using them.

From the homeless people who just got off work on the roadside, to the middle class in front of the TV, to some capitalists.

Everyone's feelings are very direct, simple and concise.

Mr. Trueman spent five hours laying out the past and future of the Union in front of people without using too many flowery words.

He couldn't use it either.

Just saying it in a relatively straightforward manner was enough to shock everyone's nerves!

People's cheers seemed to be incredibly contagious and contagious. Even in the VIP stands, some people were aroused and followed suit.

Lynch lit a cigarette and looked at Mr. Trueman on the big screen. He was a remarkable man.

If anyone were to rename the history of the Confederacy, his name would be the "Trumain Era."

People didn't dislike him because of Joanna's scandal, at least the people who came didn't dislike him that much.

Look at him standing there, standing in the center of everyone's attention, standing in the center of the world.

Lynch sighed.

ε=(′ο｀*)

The puff of smoke swirled in front of him. He held the cigarette in his hand and supported his chin, but he was thinking about other things in his mind.

Public speeches by big figures always include a section like "answering reporters' questions."

Sometimes they will only answer questions from reporters, but sometimes they will answer questions from the public.

Mr. Trueman plans to complete the draft amendments to the Anti-Monopoly Law in a week's time and formally sign the new Anti-Monopoly Law into effect.

It is easy to make it effective, but more troublesome to maintain it.

He hopes to have more contact with the people and convey more of his true thoughts to the people.

When the power of the people is united, even capital cannot shake it!

Those who can come to the scene are carefully selected.

Those who are obvious opponents will never have a chance to enter.

In other words, those who can come here are actually "our own people".

After people's emotions calmed down a little, the speech entered the next stage.

"Next, I will answer some of your questions. I hope you can be more prepared before asking, at least let me, and others, know what you want to ask."

After Mr. Trueman finished speaking, many people raised their hands high.

Some people are arranged to come in and they will ask some questions that are relatively easy to answer. These people basically wear watches with white or blue straps.

Mr. Trueman did not choose a real person, he chose a random member of the audience.

That guy was beyond excited when he was drafted.

A middle-aged man in his forties stood up and coughed lightly, "Mr. President, I...I'm very excited now!"

Amid people's good-natured laughter, he muttered a few words that no one could hear clearly.

But soon his voice became louder, "Mr. President, my child went to college."

"I thank you for your reforms in education. Although we have taken out a loan, it is the wish of all our family for him to go to college!"

"What I want to ask is, how high can our wages be increased in the future?"

"In terms of social welfare, will there be any new changes?"

Some people were booing below, saying that he asked some stupid questions, but many people thought that he asked the right questions.

For the vast majority of people at the bottom of society, how much money they can earn every month is their biggest concern.

Mr. Trueman answered the question with a smile.

"This is a question that many people are concerned about. Although I have not answered it, I believe that each of you will be satisfied!"

"Ten years ago, the minimum wage in the Bupain area was 225 yuan a month. Prices at that time were not much cheaper than they are now."

"But look at ten years later, with a small increase in prices, the minimum wage in the Bupain area has risen to more than 400 yuan."

"Nearly doubled!"

"If any of you are willing to take some time to look up some information, you will definitely find it."

"People's income has increased the fastest in recent years."

"Social development, the improvement of national status and the outbreak of war, these things do not actually destroy our lives, but make our lives better."

“At the current growth rate, I believe that the minimum wage of RMB 1,000 will be achieved, maybe in ten years!”

People once again applauded and cheered wildly when they heard Mr. Trueman's vision for the future!

It is hard for people to imagine what kind of society it will be like when they earn one thousand yuan a month——

Sometimes people always say that the middle and lower classes of society are stupid, and that's true.

They ignore the fact that their lives when the minimum wage was 225 yuan are no different from their lives now when the minimum wage is more than 400 yuan.

Naturally, they will not realize that even if the minimum income standard is 1,000 yuan, things that should be affordable are still unaffordable, and diseases that should be looked down upon are still looked down upon!

Numbers don’t lie, but what they represent does!

Of course, Lynch felt that Mr. Trueman himself might not be fully aware of this.

The next questions asked by some people were relatively mild, at least not so sharp that they would hurt people!

Their problems always revolve around the daily lives of ordinary people.

Schooling, employment, income, social environment, etc.

Until, a new questioner stood up.

The new questioner did not seem to join the "carnival" crowd. His expression was calm and not fanatical at all.

Perhaps it was because of his overly calm demeanor that Mr. Trueman couldn't help but wonder what he was going to ask.

The microphone was passed to the questioner's hand. He picked up the microphone and tapped it twice, and the corresponding sound came from the loudspeaker.

He lowered his head slightly and looked up at Mr. Trueman, which made the whites of his eyes appear a little more, which looked a little...uncomfortable.

"Mr. President, why don't you talk about the children we lost in the war and what happened to them?"

"Is it because you plan to avoid talking about recent events?"

"It's better that you fight..."

His microphone was snatched from his hand, and he was pushed back into his chair.

The cameraman realized at this time that the scene should be transferred, but it was a little late.

The scene of the guy being pinned down on the chair was clearly projected on the big screen. However, some people were dissatisfied because of the subsequent transfer of the scene.

These people are just stupid.

There is no firm position, one moment is one way, the other moment is that.

There was an uproar, and Mr. Trueman's expression changed somewhat.

He considered whether to talk about it, but decided against it for now.

More than 200,000 people died and hundreds of thousands were injured.

It seems that the outcome of this war is much better than that of the Pengeo people. Before the end of the war, their casualty statistics exceeded two million!

I don’t even know how many there will be yet!

Maybe three million?

Compared to Pengeo, the Federation's casualties can be considered "minor injuries."

But the real problem lies in the federal government's assistance to nearly 700,000 disabled service members.

This is the big problem.

The pensions for the 200,000 dead soldiers cost almost 3 billion, and then from the 700,000 disabled soldiers, some minor injuries and minor disabilities that did not lose the ability to work or live were removed.

There are still about 400,000 people with moderate or severe disabilities who have lost their ability to work and live.

The way to deal with these soldiers is to give them fifteen months' salary at a time.

Then we will provide some assistance every month. This part is actually very small, ranging from a few dozen yuan to more than a hundred yuan, and it will not last long.

However, the one-time payment of various disability and death benefits alone exceeds 10 billion.

In addition to various continuing reasons such as retirement, the military and the federal government once again spent a large amount of money after the war, about 18 billion to 20 billion, for this purpose.

The war itself was a huge drain on funds, plus the construction of three new states, various international aid and other issues.

In short, the federal government is a little tight right now.

In addition to this, the federation's various "standards" for soldiers are not high.

From the perspective of the federal government and the federal military, the Department of Defense, they've really tried their best.

But this kind of thing doesn’t mean you can just do your best.

For the families of disabled service members, their family's health is priceless.

They sacrificed their lives for the country, but what they got in the end was a small amount of money and indifference. Who can bear it?

Mr. Trueman was silent for a while and asked people to let go of the guy who had been pushed to the ground and was about to be taken away.

He stared at the other person for a while, then took two steps back, bowed and apologized, "I'm sorry..."

After bowing for more than ten seconds, Mr. Trueman straightened up and walked back to the podium.

"I know that no matter how many times I say I'm sorry, it won't change anything."

"But I must apologize."

"I will start to consider changing some situations in this regard. In addition, we will also urge organizations or individuals from all walks of life to help you and provide you with the necessary help as much as possible."

"I believe that this situation will become more and more..."

Before Mr. Trueman could finish his words, he was interrupted by a roar filled with hatred!

"But he's dead, Mr. President!"

"It was you who killed him!"