Chapter 635
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"This is the best bar near here..." Lynch took the lead to the bar, ordered a glass of wine, and then turned to look at Mr. Truman, "if you just want to drink!"
Like this, strip clubs that can be opened near high-end communities have a deep background. Otherwise, only the occasional police inspection can make the club unable to open.
After all, it is against the law to recruit in the Federation, and strip clubs are the hardest hit areas - all kinds of girls show the beauty of the human body, and some people can't help it. This is the value of the VIP box on the second floor.
With enough background, there must be enough financial resources, so the boss behind the club certainly doesn't just want to build a club for ordinary people.
What kind of people will bring what kind of consumption. It is normal for ordinary people to spend 10 yuan and 20 yuan to have fun, but this money has not been seen by the club operators from the beginning.
He is interested in more high-end customers, which can consume three, five or even three or five thousand every time he comes here. This also makes everything here very advanced. Only in this way can he attract those real high-end customers.
The elegant room has a special smell, dim and ambiguous lights and girls with masks on the stage, all of which give people a feeling of "it's fucking good to have money".
Mr Truman smiled, shook his head, went to the bar and ordered a glass of wine.
After two mouthfuls of wine, Mr. Truman's face obviously had more ideas to talk about.
Sometimes Lynch thinks that the constitution of federates is something special. For example, as long as one or two alcoholic drinks can make their state change quickly.
They ordered two bottles of wine and went to a corner card seat to sit down.
"I'm in a bad mood.", Mr. Truman took another sip of himself, and his face showed some painful expressions. What he wanted was liquor. Even if ice was added to alleviate the heat of liquor at the entrance, it was really uncomfortable to drink such a big sip at one time.
Then he slowly vomited a breath of wine, "I was suspended..."
As soon as Lin Qi was ready to take a breath, he stopped in mid air with a cup in his hand, "is it temporary?"
Mr. Truman nodded. "Temporarily, there are other troubles besides these. The security committee needs to reassess me, and the internal affairs department also began to investigate me. You know, these things are together."
He said, couldn't help but take another sip, and then beat the table hard!
The sound was loud. With a bang, not many people in the club looked this way. As soon as an employee in charge of maintenance was ready to lean over, he was blocked by a man in black.
The man in Black opened his collar and revealed the weapons and license plate inside. The staff of the club left here with great interest.
Mr. Truman in the card seat looked very embarrassed. He blocked the big consortium from starting on small and medium-sized contracts in exchange for being reported in his real name.
A third rate businessman he never knew or dealt with brought some materials to report him on a messy pile of charges such as job-related crimes and abuse of power.
In fact, we all know that this is the retaliation of the big consortium against him, or some kind of hidden warning, but the process still has to go.
We can't go beyond the boundaries of the law and ignore the rules and systems just because we know it.
He was temporarily suspended from all his work and could not resume his work until the investigation was completed. As for how long it would take, it was obviously not too soon.
It takes time to verify the contents of each accusation. Assuming that a content takes a week, the accusation of more than a dozen non-existent crimes can stop him for several months.
But unfortunately, for these counterattacks, he not only had no means to counterattack, but also couldn't find a defense method, so he could only sulk.
What made him more angry was that the president was too weak in the face of this problem. He even took the initiative to talk to Mr. Truman and asked him not to target those big consortia too much.
In fact, the reason why Mr. President did this is that Mr. Truman knows that the general election is coming soon. These people have a lot of votes in their hands. At this critical moment, no one's favor or disgrace is more important than the general election.
Only by stabilizing the results of the election and ensuring that everything is safe can we discuss other issues.
Although Mr Truman knew this in his heart, it was emotionally difficult for him to accept it.
"Now the only thing to be thankful for is that I am the 'only'. They can't live without me. I know very well that this time it's just their reminder. These women's watches are raised!"
Lynch glanced at the wine in his glass. He didn't understand why he didn't react very well. It was amazing that Mr. Truman and other federates could quickly enter the "state" after drinking a little wine.
His thinking only flashed on this issue, and then returned to the topic, "there is a proverb called 'if you destroy the capitalist's means to make huge profits, you are equal to killing his family, which is unforgivable hatred'."
"This is the case now. Capitalists always pursue interests. You just don't let them do that. At the same time, you're not hard enough. In fact, their means are quite mild, just harassing you."
Lynch is telling the truth. Compared with more extreme means, the practice of the big consortium is quite moderate. In fact, it has something to do with the upcoming election.
Everyone does not think that the president will have opponents. As the president's most important aide and important government staff, doing too much will make the president dissatisfied.
Truman is also his man. If he has done it, he will not give him face.
Compared with Mr Truman's "innocence", the current president is the real representative of trouble.
You never know whether he is a shrinking turtle or a poisonous snake locked up for attack. The latter is more likely.
He won't directly show too obvious love and hate, but as long as he is given a chance, he may hurt others.
That's why the real name accusation of a small person is just an accusation.
"I know!" Mr Truman nodded. "I know you're telling the truth. You're different from those people, Lynch. That's why I'm looking for you to drink, not someone else."
"To be honest, I'm disappointed with everyone. It's so disappointing."
"Both the cabinet and the capitalists are disappointing. Everyone seems to be blind to those social problems. Even if they can't see them themselves, they don't allow others to see them. I don't know what's wrong with this society. It shouldn't be like this."
"From top to bottom, from top to bottom, I'm desperate!"
He finished a large glass of strong wine with a wine glass, and then poured another glass for himself. His face began to turn red. It was obvious that the strength of the wine began to rise.
Looking at him, Lynch couldn't help sighing that this is the person who comes out of the military. The shaping of values is very complete. If Mr. Truman is not a "player" from the military, his values may be more biased towards traditional politicians or capitalists, with only interests in his eyes.
Only in a relatively closed environment and maintaining a kind of enthusiasm can we have him now.
Lynch nodded slightly. "This is the value of each of us. Truman, each of us hopes that the world will become the best in our eyes and make continuous efforts for this goal."
"Some people feel that the world is beautiful when they have money, so they try to make money."
"In fact, we are the same. We all feel that only ourselves are right, so we are also working towards this."
"No one is absolutely wrong, and no one must be right, don't you think?"
Mr Truman took another sip. He looked up at Lynch with some red blood in his eyes. "What do you think of the beautiful world?"
"Me?", Lynch was surprised. He sighed, "everyone has his own job, easy life, harmonious relations among family members, orderly development of all walks of life, strong country and rich nation. Politics, military, economy and culture are very developed..."
"Of course, if I can have a little more money and social status than others, that is my ideal world."
He sighed and looked at Mr. Truman who was distracted.
About a few seconds later, the latter suddenly recovered, smiled and patted the table, "I didn't expect you to be such a capitalist."
"I'm not a capitalist." Lynch shook his head and denied his evaluation of himself.
"No... yes, you are a different capitalist. I heard for the first time that someone would think that the country is strong and the nation is... Rich and strong?"
He took a long sigh of relief and took another sip. "I really hope your dream can come true, Lynch. You are really different from others."
"Should I be happy that I am different from others?"
"Of course!"
Next, the content of their chat has deviated from the serious topic. They have also moved from the card seat to the periphery of a strip stage. After all, Lynch has exchanged so much change, which must be spent.
This strip club has great means in management. When they came in, they knew that every dancer here has a formal job outside, and some even are college students.
They wore masks, simple clothes, and some bedding and introduction. It was a very vulgar place. Suddenly, the style came up.
In the process of venting his emotions, he also encountered an interesting thing. It may be that the dancer saw a stack of money in Mr. Truman's pocket and took the initiative to invite him on the stage.
This is also a small game that often appears in the performance process. Mr. Truman drank a lot and vented his emotions. He has long lost his usual calm appearance.
The girl kept dancing around him with some special dance movements, while he held a stack of banknotes in one hand and rowed out the top banknotes in the other hand!
The notes flying out one after another kept rolling and falling slowly in the sealed windless space, and the atmosphere soon reached the peak.
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"This is the best bar near here..." Lynch took the lead to the bar, ordered a glass of wine, and then turned to look at Mr. Truman, "if you just want to drink!"
Like this, strip clubs that can be opened near high-end communities have a deep background. Otherwise, only the occasional police inspection can make the club unable to open.
After all, it is against the law to recruit in the Federation, and strip clubs are the hardest hit areas - all kinds of girls show the beauty of the human body, and some people can't help it. This is the value of the VIP box on the second floor.
With enough background, there must be enough financial resources, so the boss behind the club certainly doesn't just want to build a club for ordinary people.
What kind of people will bring what kind of consumption. It is normal for ordinary people to spend 10 yuan and 20 yuan to have fun, but this money has not been seen by the club operators from the beginning.
He is interested in more high-end customers, which can consume three, five or even three or five thousand every time he comes here. This also makes everything here very advanced. Only in this way can he attract those real high-end customers.
The elegant room has a special smell, dim and ambiguous lights and girls with masks on the stage, all of which give people a feeling of "it's fucking good to have money".
Mr Truman smiled, shook his head, went to the bar and ordered a glass of wine.
After two mouthfuls of wine, Mr. Truman's face obviously had more ideas to talk about.
Sometimes Lynch thinks that the constitution of federates is something special. For example, as long as one or two alcoholic drinks can make their state change quickly.
They ordered two bottles of wine and went to a corner card seat to sit down.
"I'm in a bad mood.", Mr. Truman took another sip of himself, and his face showed some painful expressions. What he wanted was liquor. Even if ice was added to alleviate the heat of liquor at the entrance, it was really uncomfortable to drink such a big sip at one time.
Then he slowly vomited a breath of wine, "I was suspended..."
As soon as Lin Qi was ready to take a breath, he stopped in mid air with a cup in his hand, "is it temporary?"
Mr. Truman nodded. "Temporarily, there are other troubles besides these. The security committee needs to reassess me, and the internal affairs department also began to investigate me. You know, these things are together."
He said, couldn't help but take another sip, and then beat the table hard!
The sound was loud. With a bang, not many people in the club looked this way. As soon as an employee in charge of maintenance was ready to lean over, he was blocked by a man in black.
The man in Black opened his collar and revealed the weapons and license plate inside. The staff of the club left here with great interest.
Mr. Truman in the card seat looked very embarrassed. He blocked the big consortium from starting on small and medium-sized contracts in exchange for being reported in his real name.
A third rate businessman he never knew or dealt with brought some materials to report him on a messy pile of charges such as job-related crimes and abuse of power.
In fact, we all know that this is the retaliation of the big consortium against him, or some kind of hidden warning, but the process still has to go.
We can't go beyond the boundaries of the law and ignore the rules and systems just because we know it.
He was temporarily suspended from all his work and could not resume his work until the investigation was completed. As for how long it would take, it was obviously not too soon.
It takes time to verify the contents of each accusation. Assuming that a content takes a week, the accusation of more than a dozen non-existent crimes can stop him for several months.
But unfortunately, for these counterattacks, he not only had no means to counterattack, but also couldn't find a defense method, so he could only sulk.
What made him more angry was that the president was too weak in the face of this problem. He even took the initiative to talk to Mr. Truman and asked him not to target those big consortia too much.
In fact, the reason why Mr. President did this is that Mr. Truman knows that the general election is coming soon. These people have a lot of votes in their hands. At this critical moment, no one's favor or disgrace is more important than the general election.
Only by stabilizing the results of the election and ensuring that everything is safe can we discuss other issues.
Although Mr Truman knew this in his heart, it was emotionally difficult for him to accept it.
"Now the only thing to be thankful for is that I am the 'only'. They can't live without me. I know very well that this time it's just their reminder. These women's watches are raised!"
Lynch glanced at the wine in his glass. He didn't understand why he didn't react very well. It was amazing that Mr. Truman and other federates could quickly enter the "state" after drinking a little wine.
His thinking only flashed on this issue, and then returned to the topic, "there is a proverb called 'if you destroy the capitalist's means to make huge profits, you are equal to killing his family, which is unforgivable hatred'."
"This is the case now. Capitalists always pursue interests. You just don't let them do that. At the same time, you're not hard enough. In fact, their means are quite mild, just harassing you."
Lynch is telling the truth. Compared with more extreme means, the practice of the big consortium is quite moderate. In fact, it has something to do with the upcoming election.
Everyone does not think that the president will have opponents. As the president's most important aide and important government staff, doing too much will make the president dissatisfied.
Truman is also his man. If he has done it, he will not give him face.
Compared with Mr Truman's "innocence", the current president is the real representative of trouble.
You never know whether he is a shrinking turtle or a poisonous snake locked up for attack. The latter is more likely.
He won't directly show too obvious love and hate, but as long as he is given a chance, he may hurt others.
That's why the real name accusation of a small person is just an accusation.
"I know!" Mr Truman nodded. "I know you're telling the truth. You're different from those people, Lynch. That's why I'm looking for you to drink, not someone else."
"To be honest, I'm disappointed with everyone. It's so disappointing."
"Both the cabinet and the capitalists are disappointing. Everyone seems to be blind to those social problems. Even if they can't see them themselves, they don't allow others to see them. I don't know what's wrong with this society. It shouldn't be like this."
"From top to bottom, from top to bottom, I'm desperate!"
He finished a large glass of strong wine with a wine glass, and then poured another glass for himself. His face began to turn red. It was obvious that the strength of the wine began to rise.
Looking at him, Lynch couldn't help sighing that this is the person who comes out of the military. The shaping of values is very complete. If Mr. Truman is not a "player" from the military, his values may be more biased towards traditional politicians or capitalists, with only interests in his eyes.
Only in a relatively closed environment and maintaining a kind of enthusiasm can we have him now.
Lynch nodded slightly. "This is the value of each of us. Truman, each of us hopes that the world will become the best in our eyes and make continuous efforts for this goal."
"Some people feel that the world is beautiful when they have money, so they try to make money."
"In fact, we are the same. We all feel that only ourselves are right, so we are also working towards this."
"No one is absolutely wrong, and no one must be right, don't you think?"
Mr Truman took another sip. He looked up at Lynch with some red blood in his eyes. "What do you think of the beautiful world?"
"Me?", Lynch was surprised. He sighed, "everyone has his own job, easy life, harmonious relations among family members, orderly development of all walks of life, strong country and rich nation. Politics, military, economy and culture are very developed..."
"Of course, if I can have a little more money and social status than others, that is my ideal world."
He sighed and looked at Mr. Truman who was distracted.
About a few seconds later, the latter suddenly recovered, smiled and patted the table, "I didn't expect you to be such a capitalist."
"I'm not a capitalist." Lynch shook his head and denied his evaluation of himself.
"No... yes, you are a different capitalist. I heard for the first time that someone would think that the country is strong and the nation is... Rich and strong?"
He took a long sigh of relief and took another sip. "I really hope your dream can come true, Lynch. You are really different from others."
"Should I be happy that I am different from others?"
"Of course!"
Next, the content of their chat has deviated from the serious topic. They have also moved from the card seat to the periphery of a strip stage. After all, Lynch has exchanged so much change, which must be spent.
This strip club has great means in management. When they came in, they knew that every dancer here has a formal job outside, and some even are college students.
They wore masks, simple clothes, and some bedding and introduction. It was a very vulgar place. Suddenly, the style came up.
In the process of venting his emotions, he also encountered an interesting thing. It may be that the dancer saw a stack of money in Mr. Truman's pocket and took the initiative to invite him on the stage.
This is also a small game that often appears in the performance process. Mr. Truman drank a lot and vented his emotions. He has long lost his usual calm appearance.
The girl kept dancing around him with some special dance movements, while he held a stack of banknotes in one hand and rowed out the top banknotes in the other hand!
The notes flying out one after another kept rolling and falling slowly in the sealed windless space, and the atmosphere soon reached the peak.
"This is the best bar near here..." Lynch took the lead to the bar, ordered a glass of wine, and then turned to look at Mr. Truman, "if you just want to drink!"Like this, strip clubs that can be opened near high-end communities have a deep background. Otherwise, only the occasional police inspection can make the club unable to open.After all, it is against the law to recruit in the Federation, and strip clubs are the hardest hit areas - all kinds of girls show the beauty of the human body, and some people can't help it. This is the value of the VIP box on the second floor.With enough background, there must be enough financial resources, so the boss behind the club certainly doesn't just want to build a club for ordinary people.What kind of people will bring what kind of consumption. It is normal for ordinary people to spend 10 yuan and 20 yuan to have fun, but this money has not been seen by the club operators from the beginning.He is interested in more high-end customers, which can consume three, five or even three or five thousand every time he comes here. This also makes everything here very advanced. Only in this way can he attract those real high-end customers.The elegant room has a special smell, dim and ambiguous lights and girls with masks on the stage, all of which give people a feeling of "it's fucking good to have money".Mr Truman smiled, shook his head, went to the bar and ordered a glass of wine.After two mouthfuls of wine, Mr. Truman's face obviously had more ideas to talk about.Sometimes Lynch thinks that the constitution of federates is something special. For example, as long as one or two alcoholic drinks can make their state change quickly.They ordered two bottles of wine and went to a corner card seat to sit down."I'm in a bad mood.", Mr. Truman took another sip of himself, and his face showed some painful expressions. What he wanted was liquor. Even if ice was added to alleviate the heat of liquor at the entrance, it was really uncomfortable to drink such a big sip at one time.Then he slowly vomited a breath of wine, "I was suspended..."As soon as Lin Qi was ready to take a breath, he stopped in mid air with a cup in his hand, "is it temporary?"Mr. Truman nodded. "Temporarily, there are other troubles besides these. The security committee needs to reassess me, and the internal affairs department also began to investigate me. You know, these things are together."He said, couldn't help but take another sip, and then beat the table hard!The sound was loud. With a bang, not many people in the club looked this way. As soon as an employee in charge of maintenance was ready to lean over, he was blocked by a man in black.The man in Black opened his collar and revealed the weapons and license plate inside. The staff of the club left here with great interest.Mr. Truman in the card seat looked very embarrassed. He blocked the big consortium from starting on small and medium-sized contracts in exchange for being reported in his real name.A third rate businessman he never knew or dealt with brought some materials to report him on a messy pile of charges such as job-related crimes and abuse of power.In fact, we all know that this is the retaliation of the big consortium against him, or some kind of hidden warning, but the process still has to go.We can't go beyond the boundaries of the law and ignore the rules and systems just because we know it.He was temporarily suspended from all his work and could not resume his work until the investigation was completed. As for how long it would take, it was obviously not too soon.It takes time to verify the contents of each accusation. Assuming that a content takes a week, the accusation of more than a dozen non-existent crimes can stop him for several months.But unfortunately, for these counterattacks, he not only had no means to counterattack, but also couldn't find a defense method, so he could only sulk.What made him more angry was that the president was too weak in the face of this problem. He even took the initiative to talk to Mr. Truman and asked him not to target those big consortia too much.In fact, the reason why Mr. President did this is that Mr. Truman knows that the general election is coming soon. These people have a lot of votes in their hands. At this critical moment, no one's favor or disgrace is more important than the general election.Only by stabilizing the results of the election and ensuring that everything is safe can we discuss other issues.Although Mr Truman knew this in his heart, it was emotionally difficult for him to accept it."Now the only thing to be thankful for is that I am the 'only'. They can't live without me. I know very well that this time it's just their reminder. These women's watches are raised!"Lynch glanced at the wine in his glass. He didn't understand why he didn't react very well. It was amazing that Mr. Truman and other federates could quickly enter the "state" after drinking a little wine.His thinking only flashed on this issue, and then returned to the topic, "there is a proverb called 'if you destroy the capitalist's means to make huge profits, you are equal to killing his family, which is unforgivable hatred'.""This is the case now. Capitalists always pursue interests. You just don't let them do that. At the same time, you're not hard enough. In fact, their means are quite mild, just harassing you."Lynch is telling the truth. Compared with more extreme means, the practice of the big consortium is quite moderate. In fact, it has something to do with the upcoming election.Everyone does not think that the president will have opponents. As the president's most important aide and important government staff, doing too much will make the president dissatisfied.Truman is also his man. If he has done it, he will not give him face.Compared with Mr Truman's "innocence", the current president is the real representative of trouble.You never know whether he is a shrinking turtle or a poisonous snake locked up for attack. The latter is more likely.He won't directly show too obvious love and hate, but as long as he is given a chance, he may hurt others.That's why the real name accusation of a small person is just an accusation."I know!" Mr Truman nodded. "I know you're telling the truth. You're different from those people, Lynch. That's why I'm looking for you to drink, not someone else.""To be honest, I'm disappointed with everyone. It's so disappointing.""Both the cabinet and the capitalists are disappointing. Everyone seems to be blind to those social problems. Even if they can't see them themselves, they don't allow others to see them. I don't know what's wrong with this society. It shouldn't be like this.""From top to bottom, from top to bottom, I'm desperate!"He finished a large glass of strong wine with a wine glass, and then poured another glass for himself. His face began to turn red. It was obvious that the strength of the wine began to rise.Looking at him, Lynch couldn't help sighing that this is the person who comes out of the military. The shaping of values is very complete. If Mr. Truman is not a "player" from the military, his values may be more biased towards traditional politicians or capitalists, with only interests in his eyes.Only in a relatively closed environment and maintaining a kind of enthusiasm can we have him now.Lynch nodded slightly. "This is the value of each of us. Truman, each of us hopes that the world will become the best in our eyes and make continuous efforts for this goal.""Some people feel that the world is beautiful when they have money, so they try to make money.""In fact, we are the same. We all feel that only ourselves are right, so we are also working towards this.""No one is absolutely wrong, and no one must be right, don't you think?"Mr Truman took another sip. He looked up at Lynch with some red blood in his eyes. "What do you think of the beautiful world?""Me?", Lynch was surprised. He sighed, "everyone has his own job, easy life, harmonious relations among family members, orderly development of all walks of life, strong country and rich nation. Politics, military, economy and culture are very developed...""Of course, if I can have a little more money and social status than others, that is my ideal world."He sighed and looked at Mr. Truman who was distracted.About a few seconds later, the latter suddenly recovered, smiled and patted the table, "I didn't expect you to be such a capitalist.""I'm not a capitalist." Lynch shook his head and denied his evaluation of himself."No... yes, you are a different capitalist. I heard for the first time that someone would think that the country is strong and the nation is... Rich and strong?"He took a long sigh of relief and took another sip. "I really hope your dream can come true, Lynch. You are really different from others.""Should I be happy that I am different from others?""Of course!"Next, the content of their chat has deviated from the serious topic. They have also moved from the card seat to the periphery of a strip stage. After all, Lynch has exchanged so much change, which must be spent.This strip club has great means in management. When they came in, they knew that every dancer here has a formal job outside, and some even are college students.They wore masks, simple clothes, and some bedding and introduction. It was a very vulgar place. Suddenly, the style came up.In the process of venting his emotions, he also encountered an interesting thing. It may be that the dancer saw a stack of money in Mr. Truman's pocket and took the initiative to invite him on the stage.This is also a small game that often appears in the performance process. Mr. Truman drank a lot and vented his emotions. He has long lost his usual calm appearance.The girl kept dancing around him with some special dance movements, while he held a stack of banknotes in one hand and rowed out the top banknotes in the other hand!The notes flying out one after another kept rolling and falling slowly in the sealed windless space, and the atmosphere soon reached the peak.
