Darkstone Code

The Glendon family has a little fame in the Federation’s history because their family has produced three Presidents successively.

The first President brought stable and reliable political influence to this family, and generations later, during the era of old Glendon, he once again won the presidency.

Unbelievably, his son then also successfully ran for office, a period known as the "Glendon Time."

Perhaps during the "Glendon Time" the Federation didn’t experience any leap-forward progress, but neither did it noticeably decline, always remaining stable.

Stability means mediocrity, in every sense, but for the Federation at the time, this was a good thing.

Though it seems far away, it’s actually only a matter of over ten years ago.

Now, old Glendon is ninety-four years old, and the relatively "young Glendon" is already seventy-five.

There are two "old bones" in the entire team, both about eighty years old, belonging to the era of "Glendon Time" Presidents.

There’s gossip that young Glendon is preparing for a fourth President to emerge from his family, which is also why he and his elderly father still come out to work.

Capitalists and political chips don’t fall into someone’s pocket without reason; if you don’t participate, if you don’t actively seek these benefits, no one will pay attention to you, and no one will give them to you.

When they welcomed Lynch’s visit, they agreed immediately.

Even though, at present, the President’s situation doesn’t look good, top politicians can see that the President is actually forced to take a stance, and the two-party committee will surely give him some compensation later.

Just like the previous President’s son, who is now an ambassador, waiting for the right opportunity, when the Conservative Party’s candidate wins, he will likely be transferred back domestically to take the role of the First Officer of the Ministry of International Affairs.

Thus using this job as a springboard to jump into Congress as a Senator or, like his father, to run for the presidency of the Federation.

This is compensation!

The core of politics is trade and compromise; for the high-level stance of the two parties, the President must confront the Duncan Clan head-on, and when he leaves office, there will inevitably be other arrangements.

His political influence won’t be lost because he leaves office, coupled with Lynch’s support, the President is not actually an "unpleasant" figure now.

It’s just that they are somewhat puzzled by Lynch’s visit...

"Does our President still want to seek re-election under these circumstances?" Young Glendon rubbed his eyes, put his glasses back on, and looked at some newspapers on the table.

Every election year, these campaign teams start to form, then join in this grand occasion.

Their intention is to best help the Conservative Party’s candidate run for the presidency, not only because of previous political stances but also because they think the Conservative Party has a higher chance of winning.

When people drive a car on a broad road and face an intersection, they choose the left, only to find themselves in a traffic jam.

They will regret beyond measure why they didn’t choose the right?

The next time a choice is needed, something in their subconscious will cause them to lean toward choosing the road on the right.

Voters are actually the same.

If the Conservative Party doesn’t work, choose the Progressive Party.

If the Progressive Party doesn’t do very well either, choose the Conservative Party.

The Federation’s presidential election continues to linger in such cycles, combined with the interference of capital forces; sometimes elections can even be predicted!

Old Glendon is too old, yet his spirit is remarkably good; this is the benefit of the dual favor of power and wealth.

He can’t walk now; his body doesn’t support him anymore, forcing him to use a wheelchair.

He also wears sunglasses because his eyes have aged, and strong light can harm them terribly, possibly leading to blindness.

Nevertheless, his spirit is still good.

The Federation’s best medical team serves him, ensuring he can live at least another five years — this is what the leader of his private medical team said.

They are trying some special medication in Nagariel that can effectively slow down organ deterioration, already starting to administer injections, with excellent effects.

As for the price and raw materials of this special medication, he never inquires.

If he doesn’t inquire, there won’t be any burden.

The old man pursed his lips, "It may also be for Truman; I heard they nominated Truman as the second candidate at the party committee."

Other team members seemed thoughtful, and young Glendon chuckled and shook his head, "The idea is good, but too naive."

"Running for President can’t be played with just a little money, it requires a lot, and Lynch might not be able to sustain it..."

At this moment, the fate of the Maritime Group and the Military Industrial Group still hasn’t been revealed, and perhaps only Lynch is clearly standing by Mr. Truman’s side.

This is also why they don’t have much confidence in Mr. Truman’s campaign; his "support team" is really too thin.

While speaking, the butler came over and informed everyone that Lynch had arrived, and then they met Lynch in the living room.

"I feel pressure!" Lynch was dressed very appropriately, with a clean smile on his face, sitting on the couch, not at all restrained, but rather quite relaxed.

His gaze swept over everyone in the room, smiling as he said, "Every gentleman in this room has contributed to the Federation; only I keep taking!"

Young Glendon chuckled dryly twice, not because Lynch spoke poorly, but... he felt Lynch appeared somewhat assertive.

Indeed, the lowest rank in this room is the Representative; others are either Senators or Governors, the Federation has indeed benefited from them.

But... when Lynch said these words, there was no sense of humbleness, which diluted their effect.

Yet simultaneously, the attitude he showed also gave people a different feeling.

This young man is quite troublesome!

At this time, Lynch’s Darkstone Capital behind him had already begun to take shape; he no longer needed to be cautious and meticulous like before, the capital game’s clarity and simplicity in capitalist society were just like this.

As long as your actions align with your value, whatever you do can be forgiven!

"Mr. Lynch, all of us here are quite old, and our daily working time isn’t very long, why not let us directly begin our conversation?"

This was said by old Glendon, and only he had the qualifications to speak thus here.

Lynch glanced at the age spots covering most of his face, nodded slightly, "Mr. Truman intends to run; we just set up a campaign office, now missing an experienced team..."

As Lynch spoke to this point, young Glendon glanced at another person, who stood up and interrupted him, "Sorry, we already have intentions!"

He was rejecting Lynch’s invitation, after all, as they saw it, the probability of Truman winning was minimal, making it unattractive for them.

Especially old Mr. Glendon, he might not last until the next election, possibly making this his last participation; he must squeeze his value dry!

He certainly carries some weight, with some politicians having benefited from him before, such as the Progress Party Committee Chairperson, a short-statured elder, who once received help from old Glendon.

Now he has to exhaust his value and transfer it to the younger family members, paving the way for them.

Lynch and Truman are not the most optimal choices, so naturally, no one wants to expend too much breath.

Everyone now looked at Lynch, according to the "script," Lynch should express regret now and then get up to leave.

But Lynch didn’t do that; he relaxed naturally on the couch, casually asking, "Do you know who introduced me here?"

Young Glendon frowned and glanced at his father, then asked, "Do I know him?"

When the name "Perseus" came out of Lynch’s mouth, the living room fell into silence.

Some young people, young politicians didn’t know who Perseus was, but those who had seen through the Federation’s political scene were very clear.

In politics, there are political dynasties, in capital, there are capital dynasties, then in the military, naturally, there are military dynasties!

A soldier is a simple and ordinary title; a sergeant can be a soldier, a lieutenant-general can be a soldier too!

Behind Perseus is the military’s attitude, with rumors circulating that the Federation Military hasn’t had a true Marshal yet because they’re waiting for Perseus.

He’s likely to be the Federation’s first true Marshal in history, holding the "password" to becoming a Marshal.

The military support for Mr. Truman necessitates a cautious attitude.

The former Senator who interrupted Lynch earlier smiled and apologized to Lynch, "Sorry, I shouldn’t have interrupted your speech."

Lynch still sat there, raising his eyebrows, "I forgive you."

After a brief silence, the airflow in the room seemed to start moving again, old Mr. Glendon requested to make a phone call.

He certainly would want to verify this, and Lynch naturally wouldn’t refuse his request.

This is also why Lynch hadn’t left; old Glendon planned to "go all out," making him the most suitable candidate.

Don’t underestimate these people who have long distanced themselves from the current political scene, yet their influence and connections haven’t diminished a bit.

They might not be able to run themselves, but when someone becomes a "trouble," they just need to make a phone call to draw some into their camp.

Plus, with old Mr. Glendon’s willingness to go all out, Lynch and Mr. Truman need just this!