The chief advisor to the president, Dolenni, stood outside the door. He felt that today's sunshine was particularly dazzling. He was exposed to the scorching heat of midsummer, but he did not feel hot. On the contrary, he felt a chill in his heart. After all, this day was the best to avoid.
Can't.
Dolenni sighed for a while about the changes in President Brad, and did not know whether this change would be good or bad for the future of the Semitic people.
As an elite who comes from a family of scholars, has traveled across the ocean, drank human ink, and been directly assigned to the presidential palace as chief staff, Dolenni has always had a utopian ideal in his heart, wanting to build a country where officials are honest and wise, and the people abide by the law.
A loyal utopia.
But the cruel reality told him that this was just a childish fantasy of an idealist.
Dolani has always had a good impression of President Bullard, because President Bullard is a rare good man in officialdom.
A president who knows nothing but does everything in a conceited manner may become a puppet in the hands of bureaucrats and be deceived or manipulated by them. However, this is not necessarily a bad thing for the Semitic people.
This president is not a fool who can distinguish between good and bad. It is almost impossible for others to manipulate him into doing bad things.
The most terrifying thing is a president who knows nothing, but is shameless, thinks he knows everything better than others, and always likes to stand on the side and give orders and make arbitrary decisions.
For example, Chongzhen, who was known as the second most diligent politician in the Ming Dynasty, and Xiao Xige, a military scientist with invincible intelligence and strategy, seemed to be the smartest among them.
In the end, it would be a trivial matter to lose your own head, but it would be too embarrassing to let the brothers around you suffer the same misfortune.
But now that the president has issued an order, as a wage earner, I can only act according to the order.
Asking himself, Dolenni still has some expectations for President Bullard to become a mature politician. Only when the president is powerful can he, as a staff member, flex his muscles and achieve great things.
Staff is only the beginning of his political life, and it is by no means the end. Dolenni’s ultimate goal is to be the governor, minister, speaker, or a lifelong official.
After everyone left, President Brad looked at the empty room, but he was extremely proud and couldn't help but smile: These little bastards no longer have the same deep-seated arrogance as before. A bunch of people who don't know
A little brat with a lot of ambition.
It's not like President Bullard couldn't feel the vague contempt for him from these so-called high-IQ elites before. After all, he has worked in the government for thirty years and has rich experience.
But as a good old man, he has indeed not shown much ability in the past. Therefore, he can only ignore the past - anyway, his position as president cannot be taken away by others.
But today, Uncle Brad used some tricks. With a show of his power, he immediately put them all under control.
I couldn't help but smile to myself, they were still too young, but that's okay...
He immediately turned on the gramophone again, then crossed his legs on the table and took a slight sip of the purple-red wine, savoring the mellow and slightly bitter beauty.
Immediately, a burst of exciting music came from the gramophone.
Then a high-pitched and sonorous tenor suddenly sounded: "My sun, how brilliant, that brilliant sunshine, just like the twinkling light of your eyes..."
Stirring singing echoed in the Oval Office.
As a traditional Caribbean person, he grew up listening to the sound of waves and was used to the unique loud voices of sailors on the seaside. Therefore, although Fiona brought him many world-famous songs, he has always been
But I only have a special affection for this song "My Sun".
I always like to sit in the sun, sip fine wine, and listen to the world-famous tenor shouting out love songs.
Every time at this time, he couldn't help but think of his energetic and prosperous youth. He thought of the girl standing by the river, dressed in white, with gentle eyes...
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At dusk, although the heat subsides, the geothermal heat has risen, the temperature has not dropped, and the ground is like a steamer, making people even more uncomfortable.
President Brad was sitting in his room with ice cubes and a fan, enjoying the pleasant cool breeze, but he was relaxed and content.
While sipping red wine, he listened to the music coming from the gramophone. Then he silently estimated the time in his mind. At this time, the consultants sent out should also come back to report.
I wonder if the governors were very enthusiastic about his contact this time? These guys are all his subordinates.
Is everyone vying to show their loyalty to themselves and send more troops to them?
What should I reward them for?
Now that the government has just been established, it really can't come up with much money. As for official positions, except for direct government departments, local and parliamentary positions do not belong to him as the president.
How about waiting for the local elections to say good things to them, or even help them with the election and canvass votes? With his name as president, he doesn't believe that he can't suppress those country bumpkins.
But what if I go and that idiot is still not elected, wouldn’t it be a disgrace to the president?
Oh, it’s really a headache~!
There is no way, who makes Uncle Brad the destined president, the sun of the Semitic people...
The expression on President Bullard's face alternated between seriousness and giggles, which was very exciting. Just when he was thinking wildly, he heard a knock on the door.
Just as Brad shouted "Come in", Pastor had already appeared at the door.
He was sweating profusely, his shirt was half wet, and his hair was wet and stuck to his forehead. He looked embarrassed and somewhat uneasy.
Brad couldn't help but smile slightly and said, "Are you too hot? Sit down quickly and take a rest first."
Then he turned around, rang the intercom on the table, and ordered into the phone: "Noak, my dear butler, give our dear consultant Pastor a glass of ice-cold soda."
A few seconds later, the butler appeared at the door. There was a glass bottle with cold mist on the tray. He placed it in front of Pastor.
Pastor was not polite. He picked it up, raised his neck, and drank the entire bottle of Coke in one breath.
As soon as the cold water entered his stomach, Pastor felt that the heat in his body had disappeared, and he suddenly felt much cooler. Even his head, which was dizzy from the heat, suddenly came to his senses, and he couldn't help but burp.
Brad smiled and asked easily: "How was the discussion with the governors? How many troops do they plan to provide us?"
Pastor hesitated for a moment and looked very embarrassed. He looked at Brad cautiously and said hesitantly: "About, maybe, maybe, there are 30,000 troops..."
Brad was shocked and lost his voice: "What... why are there so few~!"
Pastor, on the other hand, bowed his head in dejection and remained silent. Who made him fail to handle the major task assigned by the president? This is related to the president's reputation and the future of his staff.
President Bullard calmed down and thought to himself: This is not normal. There are more than thirty governors. It is impossible not to have even one third. He immediately said in a deep voice: "You told them. I will reward them later."
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Pastor smiled bitterly and said: "I told them. I told them that this is a personal favor for His Majesty the President, and there will be generous rewards in the future."
Naturally, such personal favors are more appreciated than official favors. Being able to say this means that President Bullard is ready to bleed.
Brad frowned and said, "Then what?"
Pastor thought for a moment, then sighed and said with a grin: "They don't think so. Some people say that in extraordinary times, the army should not move arbitrarily, otherwise it will cause unnecessary misunderstandings."
Brad suddenly fell silent, looked at the table in front of him, and couldn't help but think: What is the problem with this? Is it difficult for me as a president to save face? What do they have to rely on? These guys really take themselves seriously.
Is the president a vegetarian?
It is impossible for the president to directly promote them, but it is easy for the president to hinder them at critical moments.
At this time, Pastor hesitated for a moment, and then said hesitantly: "Your Majesty, actually...actually, you can't blame the governors for not knowing how to praise this matter."
Brad suddenly raised his head: "How do you say this? What do you know?"
Under his sharp gaze, Pastor could not help but feel flustered. He forced a smile and said, "Your Majesty, it's like this. Although these governors are your subordinates, Your Majesty does not have the power to appoint or remove them at will.
Under the new government, after a five-year transition period, they will run for election locally, and only the local assembly can impeach them. We have no control over them.
What's more, this time I came to study because I wanted to see the face of the human coalition. Which of the teachers in the class to the dean is our Semitic?
Were they all sent by the human coalition forces?
After they finish studying, they will naturally become the students of Wabador, Obachum, Leo... and other high-ranking human officials. They can scare people even if they say it.
With such a teacher-student relationship, it is easy to hug the lap of those high-ranking human officials."
Brad couldn't help but take a breath of air. Sure enough, politics is no small matter~!
If you're not careful, you'll get into trouble.
At first, I thought it was just a small study class where the governors were transferred to distract them, so I didn't take it seriously.
Now it seems that it is a big hole, big enough to completely evacuate the entire Semitic upper class~!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but regret for a moment: Fiona had also tried her best to persuade her to go to the class and be a teacher or something, to build relationships with the students and get closer to them.
But President Brad is very self-aware and knows that he is not that green at all. He didn't like learning when he was in school, let alone teaching.
Therefore, with the establishment of the new government, the busy schedule of official duties was put aside.
If I had known this, even if I broke my head at the beginning, I would still have to grab a teacher's position.
Otherwise, how could I have brought over seven or eight close confidants, so that I wouldn't be in such a state of distress now?
Now that I think about it, the reason why those governors were treated obediently by Leo was because they took a fancy to Lei Erye, the future heir to the Ruman Empire and the chairman of the Flying Eagle International Grand Tras Group.
identity.
With such a relationship, they could put aside themselves and hug Mr. Lei tightly. They hugged Lorraine's thick legs closely.
This thigh is not ordinary. It can be hugged until death. With a scourge like Leo Lorraine, it is not a problem to live for another ** ten years.
"It's still my lack of experience~!" Just when he couldn't help but regret it, Pastor continued: "In addition, they also colluded with the members of the parliament."
President Brad couldn't help being shocked again, and lost his voice: "What did you say?"
The hand of this parliament has been stretched too far. It actually colluded with these governors and did not take Uncle Brad, the majestic president, into their eyes.
In the future, do you still want to collude with the local government to evade him as president?
Grandma. It’s a shame that Uncle Brad has a good daughter and a good son-in-law. Otherwise, he really wouldn’t be able to defeat these nasty, despicable, shameless bastards~!
Pastor said: "According to my observation, several of them even defected to the opposition party in order to retain their power. The opposition party promised to all vote for them in future local elections."
Brad couldn't help but snorted coldly. Originally, he was a little reluctant to collect dirty information about congressmen, but after being educated on the bloody facts, he suddenly sobered up. None of these grandsons were good.
In fact, it is understandable that legislators and governors have a relationship, and the law does not prohibit it. It can only be said that they have this need for each other and take advantage of each other.
I remember that when President Bullard was guarding the city, he often sent money and gifts to the officials of the Imperial City of Akadelin. During festivals, weddings, funerals, and official birthdays, he would also send big red envelopes.
But now Brad is the president and the supreme head of state of the Semitic people. Since ancient times, the butt has always determined the head.
As the president, the last thing Lingshan's top leader wants to see is for those damn opposition to unite, which will greatly make his job more difficult - a president who cannot get a majority in parliament can't accomplish anything.
At this moment, he finally understood that Lorraine's original sentence, "A so-called good person can only be qualified to be a good person if he is worse than the bad guy." was not a joke - if you can't be worse than the bad guy, you won't be able to fight at all.
Bad people can only become their stepping stones.
President Bullard calmed down, then waved his hand and said, "You should take a break first, and we will talk in detail after the others come back."
Not long after, a group of consultants came back to report on the progress. The news was both good and bad.
But the most fundamental point is that those opposition bastards... well, the opposition congressmen, accompanied by Anderson, after drinking and eating, they wiped their lips and immediately turned their backs on the matter.
He also used this to mock President Bullard for his poor tactics and his ability to use sugar-coated bullets to deal with everyone, but they would not be fooled.
After Anderson finished speaking, he couldn't help but look at Brad secretly, fearing that the president would be angry and spare him the good job he just got.
But what's strange is that Brad didn't get angry, but looked calm. He just kept tapping his fingers on the table, as if thinking about something.
The room fell silent for a moment, leaving only the monotonous tapping sound of Brad's fingers.
After a while, he finally said: "Anderson, if you go and get in touch with those congressmen again, you don't need to put in too much effort, just deal with them. Do you understand?"
Anderson was overjoyed at the moment and said: "Thank you, Your Majesty. My subordinates did not complete the task well, which is a disgrace to Your Majesty, but His Majesty is magnanimous and does not behave in any way..."
Brad laughed and scolded: "Okay, we are all our own people, and these words are too foreign. If you continue to talk, I will replace you."
Although this remark was not funny at all, everyone present chuckled. Anderson was even more excited and kept nodding his head. Apparently the president was not disappointed with him yet.
Brad turned to look at the sky outside the window and said, "Okay, everyone, it's getting late, so you should go back early.
Remember, everyone's tasks will continue tomorrow, and you can't back down just because of this small setback.
I don’t believe that the hearts of our Lingshan Councilors are iron-clad. I am such a courteous and virtuous corporal, and I have done good things that benefit the country and the people. They will really stand aside and watch."
After hearing this, all the advisers immediately praised: "In the whole world, the person who serves the country and the people must be the president."
"Even the legendary bird fish soup is nothing more than that."
"If the common people knew that the president endured such humiliation and burden for them, they would all be moved to tears."
After listening to everyone's enthusiastic flattery, Brad had no choice but to laugh and curse a few words. He waved everyone away, but once again asked Dolani to stay.
Dolani sat on the sofa, looking at the jealous and almost crazy looks of his colleagues, but he could only smile bitterly in his heart.
Although he now has the trust of the president, he feels that his future prospects are bleak, and even his future evaluation in history books will definitely be that of a white-nosed clown, a person around the president who specializes in slander and deceiving the saints.
, the traitorous official who framed Zhongliang.
If the position of chief adviser to the president hadn't been so attractive, he would have almost resigned and gone home.
When there was no one around, Brad said: "Dolenni, how is the establishment of this intelligence agency?"
Dolanni said: "It has basically taken shape."
He paused for a moment, looked at the surprised look on Brad's face, then smiled and said: "Your Majesty, you don't know something. Madolins originally had this intelligence agency specifically for spying on officials.
Later, when the human coalition forces came in, none of the people in the intelligence agency escaped. They were all captured by Lord Luo's CIA.
Lord Luo's SS men cleaned them up and shot all the heinous guys inside.
The remaining people were released after being examined and found to have no problems.
And for the sake of stability, our government has accepted the entire old... pseudo-government, including them."
President Bullard was immediately overjoyed: This is equivalent to saying that he picked up a ready-made one~!
This was the best news he had heard all day.
He nodded and said: "Okay, very good, very good. I will put all these people in your charge and ask them to take action immediately."
Dolani immediately agreed.
Brad thought about it again and felt that there seemed to be some shortcomings.
He turned his eyes and saw the newspaper on the table. He suddenly came to his senses and said, "Doroni, let's also run a newspaper. What do you think?" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for more novels. Good update faster!
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