Dulin has always been very careful when talking to Maggs. This old man has been immersed in politics all his life. His wisdom, especially political wisdom, is really hard to guess. Just like when he sat down just now, Mags told him that the reason why the matter calmed down so quickly was because Mags took action and suppressed the matter to protect him.
Dulin's first reaction at that time was to breathe a sigh of relief. Logically speaking, there would not be too many false things in what a person of Mags's status said. It's not that there wouldn't be any, but it was absolutely impossible. More than half are lies. Maybe Du Lin solved some troubles in his own way, and Mags also helped solve some troubles, but he took all of them on himself and so on.
But just when Du Lin was about to thank Mags for his deep friendship, a question suddenly popped into his mind. If he thanked Mags, would that mean he had admitted it in front of Mags? Is he really the main "culprit" in the Nanolindes attack? This is not impossible. Once he actually follows Maggs' script, it will be confirmed.
Magus doesn't even need evidence or witnesses. Just relying on his status and prestige in the empire, when people choose whether Dulin is lying or Magus is lying, everyone will stand "impartially" On Mags' side.
In the eyes of most people, a prime minister of an empire would not lie in front of the public, nor would he frame a young Guarte in such a way as to damage his own credibility, so it must be Dulin who was lying.
So his mouth opened, but what he said was another sentence, a sentence that did not admit any of this.
Just as Duhring suspected, he did not admit it, and Magers would not fabricate the fact that Duhring admitted it, because he was the prime minister, a nobleman, and the leader of the new party. His dignity and personality did not allow him to do such a despicable thing, even if both of them knew it well.
In the following conversation, Dulin was always careful to see if there were any traps hidden in Mags' words. He tried his best to avoid some of them in ways that seemed certain but were actually very vague. Indistinguishable problem.
Mags also noticed this. How Dulin performed, he felt it in just four sentences. Since Dulin was defending himself, there was no need for Mags to say those things that he shouldn't have said. The two talked for a while, and Magus sat on the chair and took a sip of scented tea. "Do you have anything else to do this afternoon?" Dulin shook his head. He came here to see Mags specifically, "Then you should be everywhere Let’s go around and see if we can move some things from the Imperial Capital to Otis City. The construction there is very good, and the Imperial Parliament has also submitted a bill. We plan to establish three more special zones... "
This was telling Du Lin that you can get out. Du Lin also stood up to say goodbye and left. After watching him walk far away, a guy sitting in the other corner came over.
This man has a stereotyped face, and even the wrinkles on his face seem to have been carved out by knives. He wears very decent clothes, nothing fancy, and one can tell at a glance that there is something special about him. Temperament, noble temperament.
He sat on the chair where Du Lin was sitting just now. His expression was very calm, but it gave people the feeling that he was very serious. "He does look very slippery, and he avoided several questions very well, making it difficult for people to choose." What’s wrong? But this kind of person is difficult to control. He has too many ideas of his own. Are you sure he can do what you want to do? "
"Bar!" Magus sighed softly. He put one hand on the book and subconsciously touched the leather foreskin of the book. "Our time is running out. I am getting old and so are you. "We can't look after this empire for a lifetime, and we always need to select a capable person."
"Can't you understand after so many years? When a politician gets old, his only value is to be defeated by younger politicians and sadly retire from politics. This is not actually a failure, but a great inheritance. Only in this way Only then can we ensure that each generation of senior management has outstanding abilities and vision, and even if they cannot expand the territory, they can at least maintain the current situation.”
"Dulin is a very thoughtful person, as can be seen from the case of Old John. He is very good at dealing with these capitalists. This is exactly what we need most at the moment."
Barr was a little surprised now, "Do you really think he can be a dagger that stabs the heart of capital power?"
"No!" Magus smiled mysteriously, "It was the one that stabbed into the lower back."
In fact, Maggs himself knows very well that the power of capital has expanded to the point where no one can check or balance it, except for greater capital power. This is a very dangerous infinite cycle. From the day the dog cage is opened, they are destined to be passively defensive forever. This is no longer the feudal and ignorant era hundreds of years ago. With just a word from the royal family, the nobles in each territory can suppress businessmen in their territories regardless of whether they have done bad things or not.
This is an era of freedom. If we continue to use the same level of violence to promote this matter as before, the whole world will look at the joke of the empire, and wars and riots in the financial field will follow.
The power of capital can only induce and restrict, but it cannot be eliminated forever.
Barr also laughed, and he joked: "Aren't you afraid that you stabbed the dagger in the wrong place? In history, more than once someone hurt himself while playing with a dagger, and that was the most fatal thing."
"I'm very relieved about this. Dulin is an unruly child. He always leaves a lot of troublesome things carelessly. As long as he messes around, we can send him on his way!"
"I don't know if you have heard something he said, but I think it makes sense."
"Everyone is equal before the law!"
After Du Lin returned to Otis City, Dove told him that someone had called him three times in the past two days. Each time he picked up the phone and hung up after a while, and then called again. Each time, he dialed three times in a row, but he couldn't say a word. Did not say.
After Dulin dismissed Dove, he closed the door of the office and dialed a federal number. The call was dialed after a while, but no one spoke there.
"I'm Du Lin. I just came back from the imperial capital. What happened?"
After a moment of pause, a raging voice rang out, "The cripple named Lapuan came to contact Line 3 again. He seemed to be very interested in Line 3's life experience. They even drank together in the evening. Do you want me to intervene?"
"Lapuan? Let someone check the origin of this person. All you need to do is keep an eye on him. You can try to arrange an operation to see if there is anything we need in his wallet.", Du Lin After speaking, the person on the other end hung up. He knew that the caller had a very special status, could not talk for a long time, and was not unhappy about anything.
On the contrary, he was very interested in this man named Lapuan. There was no doubt that he was after the gold robbery. Except for the problem with the batch of gold that Du Lin took out at the beginning, the rest is no longer a problem. He has almost 17 million gold left, which he keeps in the vault of the Imperial Central Bank. Most of the gold sold in jewelry stores now comes from the mining areas in the western part of the Empire, and the procedures are completely legal.
There is only one person who has traced this line, and that is Anpu. But Anpu is dead. Who could this cripple be? Is he Anpu's successor
In the evening, Mr. Lapuan and Mr. Tuckers walked out of the bar arm-in-arm. Under Mr. Lapuan's casual greeting, Mr. Tuckers already regarded him as his good friend. Mr. Tuckers' wife was not at home when he returned home. According to Mr. Tuckers himself, she couldn't stand the rapidly cooling weather and had gone south to spend the summer with her best friend.
Every winter, the cold wave from the north sweeps across everything and quickly drops the temperature to the point where people have to wear cotton-padded clothes. This is really not a good season for some girls and women from well-off families. They prefer the south where they don’t need to wear a lot of clothes. In addition, in the Federation, workers at the upper class level will have a long annual leave, and now is a good time for them to go to the south for vacation.
Not long after, Mr. Tucker freshened up and fell on the bed and started snoring. Anpu, who had already "fallen asleep", opened his eyes and sat up. The drunkenness in his eyes was completely gone. He put on the socks and stood up without making a single sound, limped to the door, and gently opened the door to the guest room.
He purposefully touched the outside of the study room on the first floor and easily opened the study door using a set of lockpicking tools said to have been invented by a certain thief king who was very famous in the underground world. He didn't turn on the light. After closing the door, he took out a small thing that looked like a self-defense thorn from his pocket, turned the switch, and the light beam shot out of the lens instantly.
So, get to work!
He carefully checked every drawer of the only table in the study, and then placed the target on the bookcase...
In the early morning, Mr. Tuckers came back from the restaurant after ordering two meals. He was a little surprised when he saw Mr. Lapuan, "Did you have a bad rest last night? We really shouldn't drink so much!"
An Pu immediately shook his head, "No, I rested very well, and it has nothing to do with drinking. I kind of recognize pillows..." He explained that if he didn't sleep with his beloved pillow, he would have it in the middle of the night. It will be easy to wake up when the time comes.
When he finished explaining, Mr. Tucker nodded and accepted his statement, "I know, this is a disease, a mental illness!"
There are a lot of things going on at home these days and I'm a little stuck. Please forgive me.
(End of chapter)