The political game at the top of the Federation seems to have taken a turn for the better. The President responded positively to the Empire's accusations against the Federation in the media.
"The federal government has never condoned anyone to discriminate against immigrants from the empire, regardless of whether they came to the federation through legal channels or not!"
The federal president had not responded to these accusations before, but this time, he said that these were rumours, and even if there were any, they were isolated incidents, not political movements or political events.
The Federation is a highly open, free, tolerant and inclusive country that allows any peace-loving person in the world to live here.
The federal government will not admit any unrealistic accusations, and the President will gradually open up channels and ways for illegal immigrants to apply for permanent residence cards.
In addition, the federal government will not give any positive response to the Empire's unilateral and immoral practice of threatening with military force.
But if the imperial army dares to invade the federal territory, the federal government will certainly give a fierce counterattack...
On TV, the president was standing on the podium and waving his fist to deepen the context. Outside the camera, there were densely packed people, waving their arms and cheering loudly as he spoke.
Long paragraphs of political terms emerged from his mouth, as if the Federation was about to become the happiest country in the world...
After finishing his cigarette and turning off the TV in the cupboard, Lance restarted the car and headed back to the house.
Alberto did not take back the use of the car; after all, it was worth only two hundred dollars at most.
Although it was reasonable and legal for him to take back the car.
He gave the car directly to Lance for use, exchanging two hundred dollars for a favour, and this deal was actually quite worthwhile.
When they got back to the house, the friends were sitting in the living room discussing something, and when Lance came in, they all stood up.
"After we left the Empire we only had each other. We are a family, brothers and sisters. We don't need this."
He walked over to Mero and sat down, sitting on the floor instead of the couch.
He sat cross-legged, squeezed together with other people, and didn't show any concern at all for sitting on a chair and looking down at them just because he rented the house and solved everyone's survival problems.
They had clearly left a chair for him, but he didn't sit in it.
Sometimes it is actually a very simple thing to move others, and this kind of emotion will accompany them throughout their lives, and they will never forget it even until death.
"What are you discussing?" He glanced at Ethan who was sitting by the door. "I have two packs of cigarettes, a few bottles of wine and some food in my car. Help me get them over here."
After hearing this, Ethan laughed so hard that his big yellow teeth were exposed.
The evening meal is just ordinary vegetable leaves mixed with mixed grains rice, soybeans, kidney beans, chickpeas, red beans, various beans, and some wheat kernels. These things are actually concentrated feed sold to horses.
But actually there is nothing wrong with eating it, and the price is not too high, so many poor people eat this to fill their stomachs.
If we say that the only difference between humans and cows and horses in terms of physical labor is that they work the same way as cows and horses, then now that humans also eat the same feed that cows and horses eat, there is actually no difference between them.
Lance asked. When he found out that everyone had vegetables and beans for dinner, he couldn't help but frowned. "Didn't I ask you to give everyone a better meal?"
He asked Melo and gave Melo some money. Melo was older than the others and more stable, so there would be absolutely no problem for him to be in charge of everyone's life.
Melo was a little embarrassed, "If we eat bread or something, we can eat a lot. Now we are not working, so we don't need to eat so well."
It was a very simple reason. Lance patted his shoulder. He knew that this was because Melo wanted to save money. There were more than 20 young people in their teens or twenties.
Let them eat as much as they want, and they can eat 40 to 50 pounds of food in one meal, or even more!
Even if they only eat ordinary food, one meal may cost two or three dollars, three or five dollars, and seven or eight dollars a day, or even ten dollars!
Who the hell can stand this?
Three hundred dollars a month for food is unimaginably high, and most importantly, they have no income now, so they can only live off their savings.
All thanks to Lance... Although it is possible, Melo thinks this method is not advisable, so he bought the cheapest beans and mixed them together. They cost a few cents a pound and are very filling.
Even Ethan, who ate less than two pounds of greens and beans, couldn't eat any more.
"Don't worry about work. I saw the news when I came back and I will be back soon."
Lance didn't say much. In fact, he thought this was a very possible situation because for the President, he only needed to "respond" positively to the provocation from the Emperor of the Empire, put the country into a state of war readiness on the grounds of "preventing an attack by the Imperial Army" and activate presidential privileges, then he would definitely be re-elected!
In other words, as long as he is not afraid of the consequences of doing so, his re-election is a sure thing.
Therefore, the essence of this political game is not whether the president can be re-elected, but how much benefits he can offer in order to be re-elected.
The riots in LOS City are essentially just a glimpse into the political struggle between the two sides. The economic engine has come to a standstill, and capital forces will soon take action.
Under the coordination of capital forces, political forces reached a compromise, the President was promised re-election, and the dispute ended.
But for the people at the bottom, they cannot see these. They only see the President say that the Federation will become greater, and then they become inexplicably excited and start cheering, that's all.
They don't know why their lives are such a mess, and why a good life never favours them.
Ethan came in with a big bag of food, and everyone sat together in a circle, with cigarettes, alcohol, and food within their reach.
Lance bought a lot of fried chicken, which was much cheaper than beef and mutton. Since the development of large-scale mechanized livestock farming, the prices of chickens and ducks have been changing every day.
Three fried chickens for one dollar, so delicious, who can resist this?
Add some other foods that are high in sugar and oil, and the sense of happiness is instantly maxed out!
They smoked, drank, and dreamed about the future. Everything was so beautiful!
While enjoying the food and chatting, Melo asked a question, "After this... movement is over, will we still go back to work at the dock?"
Everyone else looked at Lance as well. Now in this small group, he was the "head of the family".
"How much can I earn from working?" he asked.
Everyone else kept silent. After going out to eat and drink and being exploited by the capitalists, having three or five dollars left in a month was the limit.
Everyone actually knows that working is not a solution, but they just don't know what else to do besides working.
Lance picked up a cigarette and Mello immediately lit it for him with a match. With a crackling sound, the smoke rising from the friction of the match and the rapidly expanding flames added a hint of gunpowder smell to the room.
Some people like the smell of gunpowder.
Lance drank a little wine, and his cheeks were a little rosy. "I used to work in Johnny's bakery. Even if he didn't deduct my salary, I only made fifteen dollars a month."
"But the gangs and the police take at least dozens of dollars from him every month."
"There are dozens of stores on that street. Even if other stores don't get that much money, twenty or thirty, or even just a dozen dollars, it's still a lot of money."
"Of course I am just giving an example, not telling you that I am going to do this. In fact, this is a dirty job."
"It doesn't make much money, and it's annoying. Once something unpleasant happens, the first ones to be abandoned are the people and organizations responsible for collecting the money."
"What I want to say is that there are many ways to make money, and there are many ways to make a lot of money. Don't always focus on the little money you can make from work."
"Look at the capital giants in the Federation and the political families. How many of them came from working backgrounds?"
Melo was confused, as were the others, "So what are we going to do?"
"Start a company."
"Open a company?" Melo scratched his head. "I remember that you need a permanent residence card or nationality to register a company. Do you want to find someone to help you register?"
Lance shook his head, "My identity will be updated soon, and I will open my own car then."
"And you are all my employees. I have even decided what to do. And I can guarantee that as long as you follow me, I guarantee that each of you will be able to afford a house and a car..."
"Before that, I need you to be mentally prepared."
"To make more money, you have to take more risks, both psychologically and physically."
"Then join me and face the storm of the times!"