The sudden sound of gunfire outside the house made Albert tremble. The forked beef cubes rolled down the dinner plate, the sauce splashed, and there were a few brown stains on his clean shirt.
He swallowed and watched the young man sitting opposite him put down his knife and fork silently. Although he was under house arrest here, Dulin allowed him to read the newspapers every day. Through the newspapers, he had a clear understanding of the situation outside.
The Atlantic Group was finished. He didn't know why the Atlantic Group was finished so quickly. At least when he still had freedom and was in charge of this aspect, he didn't find any problems at all. Of course, he felt that this was not actually a problem. Dulin used almost one billion federal shields to create the Atlantic Group Company, so he must have a complete plan, a plan that only the manager and he knew. Looking back now, maybe it was because everything went so smoothly and the fanatical atmosphere on the federal side made people not carefully study the Atlantic Consortium's sudden rise to fame.
Many people can only learn about how impressive United Construction Engineering is doing in the empire through newspapers and some pictures and texts, or what breakthrough research progress United Pharmaceuticals and Atlantic Chemical have made. Everything is so smooth and perfect. . Every step, every piece of evidence was carefully crafted to the point where it was impossible to tell the truth from falsehood, and then it was all exposed.
In this era where industry determines national strength, the avalanche effect brought about by the collapse of the industrial sector is astonishing. Perhaps this is why the United Construction Engineering Group has been able to develop so smoothly in the empire. This is not only the credit of Albert, but also the credit of more people, including some tycoons in the empire and even the imperial cabinet!
He has no appetite at all now, and he is a little scared. He doesn't know why he is particularly afraid at this time, but he is just afraid, and his hands are shaking.
Dover wiped his mouth with satisfaction and threw the napkin on the table. He held a cigarette in his mouth and lowered his head to light the fire. He took a breath, tilted his head with a half-smile, and looked at Albert, " You are half Guarte, and according to our Guarte rules, you need to undergo a sacred trial!"
"What is that?", Albert told himself to say something, which would help ease the anxiety in his heart.
Dufo shrugged his shoulders, "Look, that's why you are only half Guarte, and you don't even know our traditions." He laughed, "It doesn't matter, we still have a lot of time." "
"In the tradition of the Guart people, all betrayers must accept the judgment of the gods. If the gods think you can survive, then everything you have done will be forgiven, no matter who you betrayed or betrayed Who, these will be forgiven, and all the Guarts will never harm you or curse you for these things. But if you fail in the divine judgment, and the gods deem you unworthy of living, then yours. Life will come to an end.”
"I know you want to ask, how to do this. It's actually very simple. Have you ever heard of peeling?"
Albert trembled again and nodded hesitantly, "I think I've heard of it."
Dufo nodded at him remotely with the cigarette held between his fingers, "Yes, as long as you have heard of it."
"For the betrayer, we will skin him while he is alive. Then we will coat your body with a special liquid to ensure that you will not bleed to death. Then you will be hung in a A very high and obvious place. In the past, most of the time we would hang people on the clock tower in the city. It would be high enough and eye-catching enough. You would be exposed to the sun for three days. If you were still alive after three days, it would be clear. The gods forgive you, and you will be free, and no one will trouble you. If you die, your soul will fall into the abyss and be punished for eternity."
Duffer's words made Albert very uncomfortable, and even a little nauseated. His teeth trembled, and he made a clicking sound, "No, I did not do anything to betray Mr. Dulin. This is a lynching, this is Illegal, I want to see Mr. Dulin!"
Dufo shook his head gracefully, "The boss doesn't want to see you now. In fact, you don't have to worry, because you don't need to bear this. I reminded the boss, and he said that you are only half of the blood of the Guarts. Our sacred judgment Using it on you is a blasphemy against our own blood, and he has also arranged a new job for you. If you do this well, you will be free."
This made Albert breathe a sigh of relief, and his whole body slumped in the chair, "What should I do?"
Dufo smiled and stretched out a hand, as if holding a piece of money, the pads of his index finger and thumb were almost stuck together, and he made a long tail sound like "pi..." in his mouth, and then his slightly closed five fingers immediately opened. Open, "pa..."!
Many problems of the Atlantic Consortium were revealed, indicating a huge conspiracy and a series of subsequent troubles. Therefore, someone needs to put an end to possible troubles in the future. At the same time, the federal government also needs a person with enough weight to appear and give an explanation to the people. Many times, what people in the middle and lower classes need is not the real truth. What they need is a plausible story that they can accept, and the story must be good enough for them to accept it.
There is nothing more valuable and meaningful than Mr. Albert, a member of the Federal Parliament, the president of the Atlantic Consortium, and an outstanding young federal entrepreneur, appearing in front of people again. He must appear, but he cannot speak, so Dulin arranged a more ceremonial ending for him.
At 8:15 in the evening, on the top floor of the Atlantic Group office building, the cold wind was blowing horribly, like a knife gently scratching the face. , it doesn’t actually hurt, but it always makes people feel that they will be very injured and feel pain at some point.
Du Fu stood on the edge of the rooftop and leaned forward to look down, then immediately shrank back. He was a little afraid of heights.
"It's windy, but I have to say it's high enough here!" Dufo hooked his fingers at the two young men on the side, and they lifted Albert, who couldn't even stand firmly, over. I don’t know whether it was because he drank too much before coming here, or because he was afraid of heights, but he was so scared that he peed.
Dover turned around and shrank his neck. The cold wind penetrated through the gaps in his clothes, making him feel very cold. He glanced at Albert and said loudly, "Boss, do you have anything else to do tonight?" He asked me to convey some words to you. He gave you a positive evaluation of your previous efforts, and was also very angry at your lack of cooperation and betrayal. Everyone chooses his own path. Everyone needs to pay for their actions, and now it’s your turn to pay the price for your mistakes, Mr. Albert.”
"Mr. Dühring asked me to apologize to you. Your time is over!"
Dufo showed a big smile and hid aside, "Throw him down!"
When Dover took the elevator back to the first floor, pushed open the sealed but torn door and walked out, he happened to see Albert twitching for the last time. He lowered his eyelids and glanced sideways, pursed his lips and shook his head as he got into the car, what a damn weather it was.
Less than ten minutes after Dover left, a young man got into the phone booth and made a call to Mr. Margery, an excellent reporter from "The Morning News", revealing his "great" discovery. Another call to the police was made shortly after, before disappearing into the dusk.
Soon Margery and the police arrived at the scene. Looking at the dead Albert, these people had nothing to express except silence.
At the same time, Du Lin was talking on the phone, and many problems began to arise gradually. This made the Jianguo family who were persuaded by Du Lin feel that something was not right, because it was different from the script.
"You never said that the Empire would join this game, nor did you tell us that the Empire would isolate us diplomatically." Mr. Sail obviously suppressed his anger. Dulin and those behind him went overboard. The Federation has obviously fallen into a passive position on the international diplomatic battlefield. This is different from their original plan. Dulin has never said anything about this, which makes them very passive now.
Du Lin responded with a smile, "I know there is a word called 'improvisational performance'. The better the actor is, the more likely he is to be able to touch certain moments of inspiration during the performance, and when we say something, "You didn't tell me that you would let soldiers surround my manor."
Starting from noon, the surrounding secret sentries discovered that a large number of soldiers were vaguely surrounded. Before that, Dulin actually knew that the people from the Federation would not let him leave in a big way. Just like Albert had to jump off a building, the federal government and the founding family must also find a scapegoat with enough weight to quickly resolve some troublesome situations. There is no doubt whether Dulin has enough weight. His status as a member of the empire and his political experience are enough for him to be the scapegoat.
Letting everything turn into an "imperial conspiracy" is the best way to "deny"!
“Didn’t the federal government recognize the risks before the financial tsunami?”
"This is an imperial conspiracy!"
"There were problems in many key links during the financial tsunami. Were there no signs before?"
"This is an imperial conspiracy!"
"What do the officials have to say about the current situation?"
"This is an imperial conspiracy!"
(End of chapter)