Chapter 1321: Chapter 1320: Finalized
After Legislator Landon finished speaking, he looked at Lynch’s expression. Lynch’s calm face showed neither surprise nor furrowed brows.
It was as if he had heard "Now, for just ten dollars, you can help an eighteen-year-old girl overcome the hardships of life"—so commonplace, normal, and not particularly tempting.
A few seconds later, Lynch’s expression changed, and just by looking at him, you knew that he was about to smile in the next moment.
As expected, the slight upward curve of the corners of his mouth formed a pleasant and approachable smile. Lynch gazed at Legislator Landon, "What did they say?"
"They" were the ones who gave Landon these messages.
Legislator Landon lowered his voice again slightly, "Paradise Island is said to actually be the business of the Duncan Clan. They secretly send the top slaves they gather from all over the world to the island."
"These slaves are used for... you know..." Landon chuckled twice, not expressing disdain or admiration, just a sort of mocking laugh, "...people always have many desires."
"Apart from these, they also use legal or illegal means to help certain big figures achieve their little ’wishes’; it’s a place for power exchanges."
"It’s also the crucial point for maintaining the Duncan Clan’s status!"
It is conceivable that once those big shots become guests on the island, the Duncan Clan’s infiltration into various industries of the Federation will be terrifying.
From their push for legislation to legislative voting confirmation, it was just a short time, and there were hardly any dissenting votes in Congress—
If not to prove that this voting was fair and just, where everyone could reasonably express their will and attitude, maybe even those few symbolic opposing votes wouldn’t exist.
However, they know this is the game, and when the positions of the Members of Parliament align, the taxpayers will be in an uproar, so they always find ways to show the taxpayers a Congress that doesn’t look quite so harmonious.
"Is someone going to act against them?" Lynch tore open a pack of cigarettes and offered one to Legislator Landon.
The latter took out a lighter proactively to light Lynch’s cigarette, before lighting his own.
"Some people don’t like them," Legislator Landon’s tone seemed very certain, then he added, "I heard it’s someone from the military."
Lynch raised his eyebrows slightly—it wouldn’t be too surprising to say that the military doesn’t like the Duncan Clan.
However, there are still many things unclear here. The Duncan Clan is huge; a tenth of this country belongs to them. Even if someone doesn’t like them, they wouldn’t let things develop to this point.
It only suggests that some as-yet-undiscovered forces are targeting this clan, and they’ve felt significant pressure, resulting in the creation of such a Paradise Island.
Otherwise, before this island was built, wouldn’t the Federation Government realize that once the island was completed, it would form a nation within a nation?
Of course not; the collective silence and mental lapse of those people have a reason—someone is influencing them.
"Don’t follow up on this matter, don’t actively inquire. I believe that under Mr. Jeruno’s leadership, the Duncan Clan will provide necessary support for the Federation’s development and construction."
"Rumors are not credible!"
After hearing this, Legislator Landon nodded, he just revealed what he knew to Lynch, and would only do so much.
To stand against the Duncan Clan or those dealing with them... he’s so small that he would be torn to shreds by the gusts from the battles of the mighty before he even steps on the field!
Skimming over this sensitive topic, Lynch talked about some matters in Congress.
"There will be a Senator seat opening next year. I will meet with the Committee Chair in a couple of days; you should come with me."
If there’s an opportunity, one must certainly strive.
Unlike a Representative, reaching the position of Senator, even for one day, means a politician is almost reaching the ceiling in the Federation’s political arena.
Every politician’s goal in their career is often to become a Member of Parliament, with most setting their sights on becoming a Representative.
Because they understand it’s extremely challenging to rise to a Senator’s position without a strong background or formidable support!
It’s not a matter of hard work or luck—it’s about sheer strength, devoid of any "chance" possibilities.
Some say good fortune is a type of luck, but in this context, luck is practically non-existent.
Listening to Lynch’s decisive words, Landon shook slightly with excitement, feeling tingles on his scalp.
Perhaps when he retires, he could even run for a term as President of the Federation just for fun!
Of course, the outcome would surely be mere assistance running—but at least there’s the chance, even if he’s reclining on a chair, too old to move.
People would still respect him because he once "almost" became the President of this country!
"Mr. Lynch... I don’t know how to express the feelings within my heart right now!" Legislator Landon took a deep drag of his cigarette, forcing himself to calm down.
"This... it’s so surprising and unexpected. Honestly, I didn’t think I could get this far. Mr. Lynch, thank you so much for your help..."
Lynch waved his hand with a smile, "Making progress together, mutual assistance..."
Subsequently, Legislator Landon candidly poured out a torrent of grievances, then expressed how he could finally leap out of the mire, and very openly indicated that, from today on, the other end of his leash’s collar was in Mr. Lynch’s hand.
Mr. Lynch commanded him to bite, he absolutely wouldn’t bark.
When told to bark madly, he absolutely wouldn’t bite!
Of course, he expressed it subtly, not in such a blatant manner, although that was precisely his intention.
The next day, just as Lynch said, he met with the chairman of the Progressive Party Committee.
The little old man saw Landon, who was running around providing services for them, and instantly understood Lynch’s intention.
The two found a golf course; the President likes bowling, but most politicians, capitalists, and celebrities still prefer golf.
Senator Landon took on the job of a caddy; seeing him out of breath, neither of them suggested he take a break.
Sometimes, from an observer’s perspective, you find these people quite pitiful, specifically people like Senator Landon.
In the eyes of some, they might represent authority, status, power, but in the higher levels of society, they’re actually less dignified than those at the bottom.
At least, ordinary people have the courage to say no when facing power, but those like Senator Landon, who aren’t all that important yet have some value, don’t even have the chance to say no.
Either obey, or be swept up by a wave and smashed against the cliffs, not only wretched but shattered beyond recognition, to the point where ten coroners couldn’t piece them back together.
The two of them played golf and chatted about recent events, internal party affairs.
"We’ve already decided on the next leader’s candidate, in June there will be a formal process, and you’ll need to come then."
The Progressive Party Committee chairman was short in stature.
Short people aren’t really suited to play golf, it looks comical; they can’t hold the club straight and their posture is awkward.
Could a short person playing golf ever look good?
But he enjoys it, doesn’t mind others’ looks, nor would anyone dare to mock him for it, and so it has been over the years.
Lynch nodded; with a swing from the chairman, the golf ball drew a beautiful arc in the air before landing on the green.
Having big capitalists attend the leader’s inauguration also represents the party’s influence within the Federation.
If no one important attends the inauguration of a new ruling party leader, it would be disgraceful and make the Conservative Party laugh out loud.
Clearly, everyone knows the Head of the Development Office becoming the Progressive Party’s leader isn’t because he’s exceptional, yet you have to pretend he’s remarkable.
"Coincidentally, we’ll have some documentaries to broadcast soon; your TV station can help us with that. As for prices and such, talk to the person in charge."
The little old man and Lynch walked to Lynch’s tee-off point; Lynch spread his legs, aimed briefly, and gave a fierce swing!
With a buzzing sound like the air collapsing followed by a crisp "ping," the little white ball shot straight into the sky!
That’s an exaggerated way of putting it, but it did fly quite high.
"About what?"
"About some ordinary yet shining moments in our new leader’s years of work!"
Ordinary, yet shining, that’s crucial.
Parties can’t do without the public, so when choosing leaders, people prefer those who are likable over the capable ones.
The two quickly finished this course and didn’t continue; they’re not professional athletes, playing one course is enough.
Before leaving, as the committee chairman raised his hand to look at Senator Landon, Landon bent down.
That way, it was convenient for the committee chairman to pat him on the shoulder, how considerate!
The old man’s hand smoothly, without any hesitation, settled on Senator Landon’s shoulder, lightly patted, and even dusted off some unknown speck from his shoulder.
"Do well, don’t disappoint those who’ve placed their hopes and future on you!"
Senator Landon had an earnest look, "I won’t, don’t worry, Chairman!"
After saying goodbye to the committee chairman at the door, Lynch and the chairman each left by car, and Landon watched their cars disappear into the distance before heaved a sigh of relief.
He straightened his back and stood for a while.
He’s actually not young, over fifty, which in this era isn’t considered young at all!
Yet, such a person spent over an hour just now constantly bending, never straightening once.
At this moment, his back felt like it was about to break, yet his face was full of a satisfied smile.
