Chapter 913: Aid and the Failure of the First Popular Movement

Inside the Presidential Palace, Diego stood in front of the window looking at the groups of soldiers in the square. His face didn't become any better because this riot had stopped.

Any dictator is essentially a creature that likes face.

Because they possess relatively absolute power, no one dares to offend them.

Their threshold for being offended will be very, very low.

This is like a person who doesn't like to be joked with. Maybe you just make a joke with him, but for him, it's enough to make him angry to the point of losing his mind!

Diego also doesn't like to be joked with, in this way of slapping his face.

What will people think?

What will other member countries of the Asian Alliance think?

No need to doubt, now the entire Asian Alliance knows, because just now the President of the Republic of Jiede called specifically to ask what exactly happened and whether he needed his help.

This made his face hot and red!

Originally, he couldn't compare to the Republic of Jiede in any aspect, but at least he could maintain his dignity as a ruler.

Now he couldn't even maintain the dignity of a ruler. Someone actually tried to riot, and in Zhuolan, made his capital a mess.

Thinking of the way those people were mocking him now, his brain ached.

He held his forehead and took a painkiller.

He didn't know that his headache was because of high blood pressure.

His physique made him have severe diabetes and high blood pressure. These symptoms were already at a critical value. Just a little stimulation, maybe they would completely erupt.

"Kill!"

"Kill fiercely!"

"Let this group of pariahs regret what they did!"

He turned around and looked at everyone here. The sound squeezed out from his teeth carried a chill like winter rain.

The Minister of National Defense asked softly, "It is said that tens of thousands of people poured into the city. Kill them all?"

Diego was so itchy with hatred, "Kill them all!"

This was clearly not a correct choice. Massacring the people who rioted at this time might trigger more unpredictable consequences.

"It is said that there are more than one hundred thousand refugees outside the city, and more refugees are gathering toward this side."

"What we need to be cautious about is that killing is very simple, letting soldiers open fire can solve it, but the series of influences brought by killing is not so easy to control."

"Those refugees outside the city will fall into complete despair."

The Minister of National Defense was an old man in his sixties, his hair a bit gray, but very spirited.

Having sufficient food and chicken, fish, meat, and eggs to eat, and enjoying the best medical services in the country, he was of course very spirited.

Wealth and power determine everything, including health and mental state.

His physique formed a sharp contrast with Diego. Diego's expression looking at him wasn't happy either, because his ideas were blocked.

Perhaps feeling Diego's unkind gaze, the Minister of National Defense smiled and said, "Unless you want to force those people outside the city to go to extremes."

He put one hand on the table in front of him, playing with the fountain pen in his hand, and then leaned back. This was a defensive posture.

"Lapa has a population of twelve million, and Zhuolan has less than one million."

"Maybe they hid some population, plus there are always some people coming here to try their luck, even if there are one million population here, more than one million population."

"What we have to face is the remaining ten million plus population!"

"If these people also follow along to make trouble, Diego, do you think we can kill them all?"

This question made many ministers nod, and this sentence hit the key point.

Killing is easy, but the consequences caused by killing are not so easy to solve.

Diego's small black face couldn't tell if it was flushed with anger, but he was definitely angry now.

He walked back and forth a few steps, "Then what do you say?"

"Let them go?"

The Minister of National Defense knew that Diego had made a concession, and he wasn't a stubborn person who had to go against Diego.

They had worked with Diego for so many years, and they had long figured out the personality and temper of this little black fatty.

As long as they didn't have to go against him, with their status, status, and ability, they could still persuade Diego.

"Killing must kill a batch, they created so many tragedies, and made the city a mess."

"But killing can only kill a batch of leaders, kill those who have food or wealth searched from their bodies."

"We have reason to execute them, they have wealth that doesn't belong to them."

"But for those who can't search out any wealth or food, we shouldn't move against them."

"And this part of the population is mainly composed of the elderly, women, and children."

"From a certain perspective, they are also the hope of other people."

"Keeping them is better than killing them!"

"You have a wife and children to support, and elderly to take care of, you won't do something regardless of everything."

"What we are discussing now is how to stabilize this country, not make it worse!"

Diego looked at him for a while, then returned to the conference table and sat down, saying with some sulking, "Then what do you say?"

Several ministers looked at each other, and smiles appeared on their faces.

For many people, Diego is a complete bastard president, irritable, bad-tempered, but for these people, he is actually not a too terrible guy.

"We first need to publicly execute those leaders I just mentioned..."

While they were meeting, the President of the Republic of Jiede was also chatting with two ministers of Jiede.

Minister of Agriculture, and Minister of Foreign Affairs.

The President of the Republic of Jiede is a "prime-aged person" in his fifties.

This might be an exaggeration. For this world, let alone fifty years old, people over forty are considered elderly.

However, from the political arena, fifty-something is exactly the prime of life.

Energy, experience, thinking ability, all aspects are at the peak, exactly the most prosperous time.

The President of the Republic of Jiede studied abroad in the Federation. He received education from the Federation side and lived for a period of time.

It wasn't until his second job was fired, that is, at the age of twenty-six, that he returned to the Republic of Jiede and inherited his family business.

In a blink of an eye, it has been so many years. The education and everything he received in the Federation have become the foundation for the Republic of Jiede to start becoming strong. He actually doesn't look like a traditional ruler of Xiang Yalan at all.

Some people say he is digging his own roots, for example, letting more civilians enter government departments, and for example, he promoted the expansion and growth of capital.

The Republic of Jiede became the most powerful country in Xiang Yalan, becoming ironclad proof that he is not a president who messes around.

Including promoting the establishment of the Asian Alliance, it was also his decision.

"... Now there are over one hundred thousand people staying outside Zhuolan city. As for what Diego will do next, no one knows."

The Minister of Foreign Affairs briefly introduced the things that happened to the Minister of Agriculture. The Minister of Agriculture had only heard some things and didn't know many details.

At this time, hearing these details, there was a shocked expression on his face, and also some... annoyance.

"Diego is a fool!", he increased his tone and said this sentence, "Food was originally not enough, why did he sell it to the Federals?"

"Just because the Federals offered some more money?"

"This stupid pig!"

Under the influence of the President, people know very well that the Federation is not a friendly neighbor, so the entire high level of the Republic of Jiede is very resistant to too much contact with Federals.

But now the Federation is too powerful, they have to contact, so they can only deal with it as much as possible.

The Federal government, as well as some enterprises among the people, have issued orders to them to buy their food.

However, the President didn't sell a single grain of wheat, but instead imported some food again.

This year, the Republic of Jiede will not only not lack food but also have some surplus.

Lapa is a typical negative case, but they don't feel strange. With the greed and stupidity of Diego and those ruling groups, it's not impossible for them to make such a decision.

Actually, it's not just Lapa selling food, other countries are also selling it. After all, the price offered by the Federation is too high!

The Minister of Agriculture scolded for a while before the President asked, "How much food can we take out now?"

"Without affecting our own food consumption."

The Minister of Agriculture seemed to realize something. He quickly calculated, "About five million tons of wheat and wheat flour."

The President nodded after listening, "If we take out five hundred thousand tons, it shouldn't have any impact on the country?"

The Minister of Agriculture shook his head, "We don't have pressure in this regard.", he paused for two seconds after saying this, and couldn't help but open his mouth, "Is it necessary for us to support them?"

"Maybe they will sell it after getting the food!"

The President smiled and waved his hand, "Don't worry, these are not given to him for free, but sold to him."

"The Asian Alliance has just been established. If it gets chaotic now, it's not a good thing for us."

"There is clearly a shadow of Federals behind this matter. I'm not sure what the Federals want to do, what Lapa has that they want to plot."

"But I know one point!"

"As long as it's something the Federals want to do, not letting them succeed is a good thing for us."

"Don't let them succeed!"

The President's tone was very firm. Clearly, he wouldn't allow others to change his plan. Then he looked at the Minister of Foreign Affairs, "You go and contact Diego about this matter. I really don't want to deal with this idiot."

"I'm afraid I'll be made stupid by him!"

Saying that, he couldn't help but laugh himself, and the two ministers also laughed.

Laughing, he restrained his laughter, "Lapa is very troublesome now, but for us, it might also be an opportunity."

"Instead of letting Diego send those important resources to the Federation, and sending talents to the Federation, it's better to let them be handed over to us!"

The Minister of Foreign Affairs shook his head, "He won't easily agree."

The President didn't care at all, "Then give them a price they can't refuse!"

"This batch of food is part of it. You see how to talk, whether there are things and talents we need."

"If there are, bring these things back while sending the food over."

The Minister of Foreign Affairs naturally wouldn't oppose, and didn't have any opinions. He knew this decision was correct.

However, he still had to remind his President, "If you do this, it might make the Federals unhappy."

The President pouted and spread his hands, "Who cares?"

"Only when we become stronger can they have the ability to resist risks."

Soon the discussion of the three ended, and the two ministers left. But the President didn't feel much more relaxed because of this.

He knew very well that the Federals had already made a move. Time had become more important and more tense for him!

These damn Federals!

The next morning, in the city square of Zhuolan, a large number of rioters were brought here for public execution.

Someone rode a bike in the city to notify early in the morning, and there were also some big loudspeakers.

Public execution has always been an important means for the ruling class to deter the bottom level. When people watch their own kind being killed in front of them because they did something wrong, they will produce a kind of fear.

Fear of things that are not allowed to be done, fear of the ruling class.

These propaganda played a great role. Early in the morning, it attracted many citizens to watch.

The Minister of Justice of Lapa read out the crimes of these people through a big loudspeaker. The citizens who came to watch the public execution didn't sympathize with them.

Because in the few hours of riots yesterday, the most severely injured were these civilians and the middle class.

The rich, the privileged class, the ruling class, nothing happened to them.

This was a failed "protest demonstration" because it didn't play the role it should have played.

In the crowd, Pedro looked at everything happening, sighing silently.

It was originally a good thing. As long as it was slightly guided, perhaps it could bring some changes to this country.

But these stupid people dominated by greed and desires made a great opening into a mess!

Accompanied by the Minister of Justice finishing reading the crimes of these people, the execution officially began.

Diego and the ministers made a certain degree of compromise on this matter. He agreed to kill fewer people, but demanded that they couldn't use firing squads or nooses; that would be too cheap for these people.

So today's execution will adopt a more primitive method—beheading!

One after another, rioters were sent to the guillotine, and rolling heads rolled all over the ground.

Every time the gate knife was put down, a neat shout would sound in the square, and the bloody smell would rush into the sky.

Crows and Xiang Yalan giant-winged birds (a kind of vulture) circled in the sky, and the bloody smell attracted them down from the surroundings.

Some citizens who were caught in the group's crazy emotional state to vent their emotions on the ground, the executioners waving whips on the execution platform, and the birds representing bad luck circling in the sky formed a grotesque and harmonious picture!

There were quite a few reporters at the scene. They were faithfully recording everything happening here, and then sending it to the Federation, letting the Federals recognize the barbarism of the people here!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 914 =====