Chapter 608: Another Choice

A small role, he is in New Jincheng now?

"What's wrong with him?", this is the last "respect" Tang Mu has for this small role, taking the initiative to ask about this person instead of waiting for something passively.

Lanse laughed, "He is now the director of the New Jincheng Tobacco, Alcohol and Hazardous Materials Administration. You know, sometimes people also call them the 'Prohibition Bureau'."

"Yes, yes, I know, but in fact, it's not just like this.", this kind of "civil" view actually cannot affect decision-makers, nor can it affect people around decision-makers.

"He is a bit in the way, blocking the road, and I am considering whether to move him away from that position."

Tang Mu joked, "Does the 'move away' you said mean letting him disappear?"

"Hmm, there is this possibility."

"I want to know if this will bring any trouble."

Tang Mu pondered for a while, "His boss and us have no conflict of interest, but this matter needs to be cautious."

"Prohibition is one of the core policies promoted by Congress in recent years. You know, those who can promote the implementation of this decree are all people who hold power within Congress."

"Actually, that kind of small role is really moved away, then it is moved away, but the problem is that anything can be used as a reason for political struggle."

"Maybe one day when some people need to use a thing to start a new political war, and he happens to provide such an opportunity, you will become the next fuse."

"Lanse, you know, the job of a fuse is to ignite explosives, and then be blown into the sky with the explosives!"

"I don't mean you can't do anything to him, but you have to do it artistically, let people find no reason, instead of directly 'moving' him away."

He changed Lanse's "move away" to "move" away, deepened some context, and made the content easier to understand.

Lanse "hmm"ed, "I know what to do."

Tang Mu laughed, "Call me anytime if you have questions."

"I will, goodbye."

Tang Mu, who hung up the phone, turned and walked toward the living room. His family was still waiting to watch TV with him.

Although there are only three channels, its appearance still shocked people to the point of losing their chins!

On the other side, Lanse frowned after putting down the phone. Although Tang Mu said there is such a possibility, not necessarily, there is indeed such a risk.

And this risk will not decrease and eventually disappear with the passage of time, but will increase continuously with the passage of time.

In this world, especially the Federation, there is no eternal unity. As long as interests are constantly changing, political groups will also constantly change their positions and camps.

Four years ago, the President and the Social Party were as close as a family, but now he has broken with a part of the Social Party, and there have been some problems within the Social Party.

This is a phased change, just to better control power and reduce "loss of points" at the same time.

This is a relatively common political means. For example.

The Social Party has 100 people supporting it, but because of one of their recent policies, 80 of the 100 people have become dissatisfied with them.

If you do nothing and insist on "we were wrong but we won't change", then a considerable number of these 80 people might change their political camp.

But if the Social Party splits into two parts at this time, one part continues to insist on "we were wrong but we won't change", and the other part takes out the guise of "we were indeed wrong and we intend to actively change".

Then among the 80 dissatisfied people, they will lean toward the latter, while the 20 people who have no ideas will continue to retain their position.

In this way, the Social Party will not have a large number of voters fleeing.

As for why they don't directly propose the idea and action of "we were indeed wrong and we intend to actively change", it is actually very simple, because there are still 20 people insisting.

They can be divided into two groups of people, fight, and finally complete the reintegration, unification, maybe next election or the next

In the period that follows, no one knows if friends will turn into enemies, nor if enemies will turn into friends.

Once the political landscape shifts, what follows immediately is war and infighting for the sake of profit.

Every time it changes, the risk increases by a fraction, so he plans to change his line of thinking.

He subsequently talked with Agent Pang Da, and Agent Pang Da accepted his proposal.

In the blink of an eye, several days passed. During this time, the Congress had been playing the "protagonist," firmly attracting people's attention.

Throughout the entire Federation, all federal citizens seemed to have realized something, and the atmosphere in society became slightly heavy.

This afternoon, Director Dai Er was in his office thinking about some future matters when Agent Pang Da suddenly called him, saying they had discovered something while on duty and hoped he "could come over and take a look."

This request was actually a bit out of line, but Director Dai Er, feeling both worried and curious, ultimately decided to go and see.

After all, they were his own people; he did not believe those people would conspire to harm him.

When he arrived at the location, it was a small warehouse, and they were standing outside it.

"What happened?" He got out of the car, one hand on his waist, squinting as he sized up the inconspicuous warehouse before him.

After Agent Pang Da rambled on about some things he couldn't understand, he said, "You'll know once you go inside."

Under Director Dai Er's puzzled gaze, he entered the warehouse. It was very dark inside; the light from outside didn't penetrate at all, and no lights were on—it was pitch black and completely invisible.

He could only see a small area in front of him—

The light shining in from behind him could only illuminate such a small patch. Beyond that, closer to the edges, he might be able to see some vague outlines, but further away, it was completely invisible. He frowned and turned around, preparing to ask Agent Pang Da why the lights weren't on, when suddenly, the warehouse door was slammed shut with a bang.

He was stunned for two or three seconds, and then a cold sweat broke out all over his body. The warehouse instantly plunged into darkness.

He rushed to the door and pounded on the small door, making a clanging sound. "Fuck, what are you doing, Agent Pang Da?"

"I order you in my capacity as Director to open this damn door!"

"Otherwise, I will strip you of all your duties!"

"Fuck, open the door!"

But there was no response from outside the door. He pushed and pulled on the door a few times, but there was no reaction; it was locked tight.

When a person cannot see anything in the darkness, a kind of fear arises. This fear is hard to avoid unless one is professionally trained.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do that."

The voice that suddenly sounded from behind made Director Dai Er's hair stand on end. He spun around violently, and accompanied by a faint buzzing of electricity, a lamp suddenly lit up in the middle of the warehouse.

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Under the lampshade, there was a table and a chair.

Opposite the table sat a figure, legs crossed, the upper body hidden in the darkness.

"Who are you?" Director Dai Er asked.

The voice was somewhat familiar; it should be someone he knew, or at the very least, had seen before.

"Why don't you sit down?"

"We can have a good talk."

"I can guarantee you that before we finish our conversation, and before you decide to do something stupid, you are safe."

Director Dai Er was silent for a moment, then walked silently under the lampshade. Here, he still couldn't see the appearance of the person in the darkness, only a silhouette.

"Why don't you show your face? This isn't fair!" Director Dai Er said, testing the waters.

The person laughed. "There has never been such a thing as fairness in this world, Mr. Director."

"A young man gets into an elite league institution with excellent grades, only to realize at school that even if his academic performance is great and surpasses the vast majority, he is still a victim of a solidified class system."

"I've heard some of your stories. I'm not mocking your thoughts; on the contrary, I think you are someone who can recognize yourself."

"Ninety percent of the people in this society can't do that, but you did."

"You shouldn't stop here; you should have a better future and development."

"But look at you now—"

"You're nothing!"

"Sorry, this might hurt your feelings, but that's what I have to say."

"You shouldn't remain so obscure forever, Dai Er."

Director Dai Er's expression was very unpleasant; he thought of those very terrible things.

In school, he wanted to join a fraternity because the fraternity's resources were the best. The people inside were either the sons of congressmen, nephews of important party figures, or descendants of socialites and dignitaries.

That wasn't a fraternity; that was a golden, shining future.

But the conditions to join them were harsh. They made Dai Er streak and did other things that humiliated his character.

However, he persisted through it all. He knew he wasn't the protagonist; these people were.

And if he wanted to live better, he could only follow by the protagonist's side.

Scenes from the past flooded back into his mind. The shame of having these pasts known made him feel angry, and he slammed the table. "Enough, we both know you understand me well enough."

"Speak, what do you want to say to me by bringing me here?"

"You hiding, skulking bastard!"

The person's toes swayed; he didn't seem affected by his mood, and his voice even carried a hint of cheerfulness.

"I've encountered a little trouble recently, and you can help me solve this trouble."

"There are two ways to solve trouble, and this concerns your future. It's not convenient for me to make decisions for your future, so I'll leave the choice to you."

"My trouble is that I need your position, but you happen to be sitting in it."

"The first choice I give you: due to some accident, you died in the line of duty, and... it happened today."

"The second choice: you can do those things for others, why can't you do them for me?"

(End of Chapter)