Chapter 11: A big figure's joke is not necessarily a joke

"Mr. President, more than ten groups have decided to hold parades and demonstrations in New Jincheng, protesting that too many immigrants have brought criminals and crimes to the Federation."

"Senator Xilan expressed his public attitude this morning; he supports your election opponent, believing that strengthening the management of immigrants and illegal immigrants can effectively improve people's happiness."

"In addition... Mr. and... Mr. hope you can return a call to them."

The President raised his hand, stopping the aide from continuing; compared to other things, the affairs of these two gentlemen were obviously more important.

They are both the President's election sponsors; before winning the election and participating in the election, the President promised them that he would transport more cheap labor to society.

Actually, it is not only these two gentlemen who received such promises, but also more election supporters.

The Federal economy is developing rapidly; with the development and progress of technology, the costs of raw materials and rough processing materials have gradually decreased.

On the contrary, labor costs have begun to increase year by year; four years ago, they only needed to give others twenty-eight dollars to hire a worker willing to work.

Now at least thirty-five dollars must be given to recruit a lazy worker who is tricky and lazy; if you want a diligent one, it is impossible without forty dollars.

By next year, perhaps the general wage will start from forty dollars, and some positions will be even higher!

Like some large factories, with thousands or tens of thousands of people, if they can reduce the cost of workers by three dollars a month, they can save tens of thousands of dollars, and a year is hundreds of thousands.

The core incentive for the President to push for the legalization of illegal immigrants lies here; he must fulfill his promise to these sponsors and transport a batch of cheap labor to society.

He has no way to make the national citizens give up high income and require wages lower than the social wage level in heavy physical labor positions.

Then he can only target these black households.

He thought for a while, adjusted his train of thought, and first dialed a number.

After a short greeting, he promised the president of the consortium on the other end of the phone that he would handle these problems as soon as possible, and also talked about if he could handle this problem, then he hoped that as an exchange, the other party would fully support his re-election.

Then he called the second gentleman, and then the third.

Then he brought the aide team, and a group of people held a morning meeting in his office.

"I have communicated with some gentlemen, and the most important thing now is to get the support of these people."

"I don't want to say some discouraging words, but our election situation is a bit difficult now; if the supporters leave us again, the possibility of re-election will be very small."

"You must find a method that can solve this trouble; we don't have much time left..."

The Presidential Palace is still busy, and everyone seems to have endless things to do; the aides discuss, but it is difficult to have any good results.

"Mr. President, I think the most important thing now is to suppress the exchange of fire in New Jincheng; eleven law enforcement officers died, and this result has a great impact on society."

"Our opponents have begun to use this news to create momentum; we must either stop them or be more radical than them."

"But..."

The aide didn't continue; now the President seems to have two choices, but actually there is no extra choice.

The President considered for a while, "First find a way to solve this problem, don't always let people stare at these contradictions, report some positive news, people need positive content."

"As for this news, find a way to dilute its nature..."

Just as the President was thinking about how to dilute the series of problems triggered by this exchange of fire, his competitors were also trying to create more trouble for him.

Their purpose is actually very simple and harmless, that is, to let the opponent lose in the election.

As for what will happen in this process, leading to what new changes in social development, they actually don't care much.

Even if the house is lit, it doesn't matter; if they can become the owner of the house, they will build a new house according to their own ideas, at least a new decoration.

If they are not the owner of the house, then why would they care?

A few days after the incident, there have been some large-scale parade and demonstration groups within New Jincheng, all protesting the local government's indulgence of illegal immigrants, and also criticizing the federal government for ignoring the harm caused by smuggling and illegal immigrants to this country.

Indirectly, they are actually attacking the President's policies and decisions.

The Federation is a free country; the law allows people to say what they want to say, so even if these protest contents look a bit excessive, they and what they say are legal.

Under the promotion of capitalists' funds and the political influence of the election team, this case, which should have ended soon, seems to have not seen the momentum that can stop.

Parade teams holding slogan boards walked past the bakery on the street; everyone looked very angry; their appeal was to send all the thieves, prostitutes, and criminals who smuggled here back to their hometowns.

It was as if all thieves, prostitutes, and criminals were illegal immigrants.

If Federal people were really that kind and beautiful, then this country would have perished long ago.

Lan Si watched from behind the cabinet; the public opinion in New Jincheng became more and more complicated.

There were no guests in the bakery in the morning, just three or five old men here.

Asking for a ten-cent toast, and then a fifteen-cent coffee, they could sit here for most of the day.

The fat owner seems to have become smarter recently; he rarely provokes Lan Si; he actually always wanted to give Lan Si some pressure to tame Lan Si.

But the result was often that he didn't do anything, except for a stomach of anger; now he has become much smarter; he wants to see if Lan Si, who owes him more and more money at the end of the month, can still laugh.

Lan Si now owes him twelve dollars.

According to ten percent interest per month, he will owe him fifteen dollars at the end of this month, plus one month's interest of one dollar and fifty cents.

It looks like it's not much, but as long as he doesn't give him a salary, he can only work for him for free for the rest of his life.

"I don't know when these parades will end; they have almost affected our lives," a guest chatted with his friend while holding a newspaper.

This is the most real appearance of the Federal bakery at this time; it is not necessarily just a place to sell bread, but also has social attributes similar to tea restaurants or cafes.

Some people will sit here after buying bread, ask for a cup of coffee, and then enjoy these things while chatting.

The slow-paced life of the elderly cannot lack this, which is also the most relaxing time for some of them every day.

Chatting, bragging, reading newspapers, and expressing their views.

The guest sitting next to him also felt a bit emotional, "Who knows?"

"Maybe it will be quiet before the election..."

Just as they were talking, suddenly a newsboy waving a newspaper and wearing broken shoes ran past the door of the bakery, shouting while running, "Empire withdraws diplomatic ambassadors, international situation welcomes drastic changes..."

People in the bakery were stunned for a while, followed by a long silence.

Undoubtedly, the purpose of withdrawing diplomatic ambassadors stems from the absurd "idea" of the Emperor of the Empire.

By this time, many bottom-level people have realized that the so-called declaration of war might not be the "joke" of the Emperor.

Although from a rational point of view, most people don't think this war will break out, the shadow of war finally pressed down, making people feel a bit breathless.

The guests who originally had some interest in talking left one after another, leaving the money on the table.

The fat owner finally came back to his senses at this time; his expression was a bit complicated as he looked at Lan Si, "Do you think there will be a war?"

This might be the first time in this period that he took the initiative to talk to Lan Si, not to let Lan Si do more work.

Lan Si, while wiping the display window, making it look spotless, answered, "No... unless the President he..."

Suddenly, he stopped talking.

Because he realized that if the President was at a disadvantage in the election, breaking out a war might be the practice that best met his interests.

This is not the ridiculous move made by the Emperor when he was desperate, but a political speculation without any cost!

If it fails, it's nothing more than being laughed at; he was driven out of the Imperial Capital by the insurgent army anyway, and there was nothing funnier than this.

The situation of declaring war on the Federation can at most be counted as the second funniest.

But if it succeeds, everything he lost can be picked up again.

And this is not messing around, because there is really a considerable probability of success.

According to the Federal Constitution, during the war, there will be no change of term election, and the President will automatically obtain re-election until the end of the war.

The President doesn't even need to maintain the state of war for too long; three months is enough for him to complete re-election.

Lan Si's sudden silence also made the fat owner feel the disturbing things in the air; he wiped his hands, "I'm going out, you guys watch the shop."

He returned to the room with a serious

Whether used to make bread for sale or sold directly to others, one can make a large profit.

The apprentice leaned against the door frame, looking at everything happening outside with a dazed expression; his dazedness was like the gradually darkening sky, unable to see the slightest glimmer of intelligence.