Chapter 1508 - 1506: We Have to Talk

Chapter 1508: Chapter 1506: We Have to Talk

"I haven’t won yet, and they’re already impatiently smearing me, which means they’re afraid!"

Mr. Truman casually tossed the newspaper onto the table, a look of indifference on his face.

He wasn’t influenced by certain international voices, not in the slightest. He didn’t become uneasy or fearful; public opinion could not affect his emotions.

On the contrary, this sudden increase in slander against him made him understand something important.

That is, when your enemies start to fear you, they will do everything possible to keep you away from them!

Sometimes they will proactively leave, other times they will prevent you from approaching them!

In short, only by maintaining a certain distance will they feel safe.

The members of the campaign office all smiled, Catherine stood aside, and in her squinting eyes, Lynch’s shadow was everywhere.

Lynch was sitting next to Mr. Truman, and the core of the article "Let the World Know the Federation" was personally written by him.

Everyone was captivated by his ideas, his insights, and his understanding of the world after he finished writing!

He had grasped the pulse of an era and knew that people hoped to gain more recognition, and he successfully utilized that.

The hatred people once held for the weak Federation was now a longing for higher status in the international community!

People with such thoughts are often mostly voters.

Actually, only the lower middle class would care about these topics.

Instead, the upper class of the Federation isn’t that concerned about these matters, let alone cares.

Because they have money.

Money is a good thing; at any time, any place, it’s the best way to resolve human issues.

The upper class doesn’t lack a sense of recognition; recognition from Federation Society, recognition from the whole world, keeps them confident and proud.

Some people naively believe that confidence arises naturally from inner strength, but in reality, confidence often comes from wealth or power!

A poor person who has lost everything at the betting table won’t have confidence, but a rich person with an overwhelming amount of chips will.

These things appeal to the lower middle class and have no political alignment issues; even old Glendon and young Glendon are very satisfied with the core of the article Lynch wrote.

"The approval rating will definitely further increase, and the next three months are very important, Mr. Truman."

Old Glendon sighed lightly, looking older and more haggard than when Lynch met him a few months ago.

The campaign office job was already too much for him, yet he persisted, fully aware that this might be his last chance to make an impact in the political arena, so he worked exceptionally hard.

Even now, when he felt physically uncomfortable, he refused to go home and rest.

Young Glendon had advised him, but knowing his own physical state and personal desires, he rejected young Glendon’s suggestion.

At this moment, he stared at Mr. Truman, his eyes bursting with a certain radiance!

He was clearly exhausted, yet exuded an impression of being mentally vigorous!

"You need to organize your work, we must continuously hold meetings and speeches in swing states..."

"You don’t have enough time to stay in Bupen continuously unless your body can withstand such high-intensity work!"

After speaking, old Glendon suddenly thought of something and smiled to himself, "I forgot, you’re still very young!"

His voice unconcealed his yearning and yearning for youth, as well as his admiration for Mr. Truman’s age.

He’s still young, and youth is capital!

In fact, Mr. Truman was not young, yet compared to other presidents, he still was.

Mr. Truman nodded, "I’ve already begun arranging this part of the work; every week, I need to spend two days in Bupen..."

Old Glendon nodded, "That’s not a problem, our main battleground is in the Central region, all around Bupen, and you can have three days to handle your own matters every week!"

The territory of the Conservative Party is mainly in the northeast direction, while the Progressive Party’s territory is in the southwest coast.

The Central Federation consists of various swing states.

This is actually for a reason.

Early on, the Federation discovered rich mineral resources in the Northern part, and for cost-saving reasons, many large heavy industry factories settled in the North.

From raw materials to the assembly line, almost everything revolved within the Northern area, solving logistical transportation costs.

It must be noted that transportation was always a big issue in the past, the Intercontinental Highway of the Federation was in poor condition, and train transport had its issues, such as robbery by train bandits.

Thus, the North gradually became a city revolving around resources and heavy industry enterprises, filled with heavy physical and labor-oriented work, where many things felt lifeless.

The social atmosphere, people’s consciousness, lacked flexibility.

Southern cities are mostly coastal areas, and heading south from here provides access to another continent, making travel to other regions very convenient.

Before international trade fully emerged, Federation merchants had already begun exploring the world.

These adventurous and adaptable people gradually shaped a social ethos in the southern cities that differed from the northern cities.

However, in the Central Federation, there is a comprehensive industrial system with dense labor industries, as well as some emerging elements.

They lack the heaviness of the North and the flexibility of the South; the Central Federation is a slower-developing region, so the people living here don’t have much affinity for the Conservative Party, nor do they feel close to the Progressive Party.

Whoever can offer them benefits is who they’re willing to follow.

This is also the birthplace of pragmatism; you must let them see the benefits for them to vote for you!

Mr. Truman must complete a round of speeches within three months, then take a short break to make the final push for the year-end election.

He will be extremely busy for the next period, continuing to be busy until January 1st of the next year.

He clearly realizes this.

After finishing a brief chat at the campaign office, he greeted Lynch before leaving, "You’ll come with me later."

The main reason Lynch returned from Lemar was because the Ministry of Defense gave him another large order, adding at least a twelve billion aircraft order, and reminded him that the recipient of this order is the Federation Air Force.

The specifics of negotiations must be done with the Federation Air Force’s Lieutenant General. Whether it’s Darkstone Airlines or the Flight Research Institute, they find such a huge order a bit overwhelming.

This isn’t a small number; if it turns out badly, not only could the business fly away, but there might also be bigger trouble.

So everyone agreed to wait for Lynch to return.

He hurried back just as Mr. Truman was preparing for his "national" speech, and he wrote some content for him.

Both of them tidied up a bit, and Lynch chatted with Catherine at the door about current work.

For Catherine, this experience will be one of the most precious parts of her life.

She not only interned at the President’s Mansion for a full year during her university internship, but she also later participated in the campaign office for the next President, which can be said to have political credentials that surpass ninety percent of politicians in the Federation.

More importantly, now that Lynch can hold his own, no one will associate her with any particular President but will see her as Lynch’s person.

This makes her political stance very clean.

Having impressive experience and being very clean, once everything here is busy over, she can start preparing to run for mayor in the middle of next year.

It’s just right to have Ms. Trish repay part of the favor, and have her find a way to secure a mayoral position for Catherine.

The two were whispering when footsteps sounded behind them; Lynch helped the girl tidy her attire and bid her farewell.

Lynch and Mr. Truman got into Lynch’s car, and Mr. Truman gave him an address—the President’s mansion.

He also told Lynch the purpose of this visit.

"I need to have a good talk with him, privately, candidly. I need to let him know I have not betrayed him, and if necessary, you can speak for me."

Lynch slightly frowned, "Is someone trying to sow discord between you?"

Mr. Truman seemed somewhat helpless, "Yes, but this is inevitable."

"I was his adjutant, staff officer, and now I’m actively running for election myself; regardless of whether he can’t be re-elected because of me, people will remember my relationship with him."

"I’m very passive now. You know, sometimes for people, the truth isn’t important; what’s important is whether what they see is what they want."

"I can’t change what others think, but I don’t want these things to ruin our friendship..."

There was truth in what he said; from some angles, it indeed looked like he was stabbing the President in the back.

But everyone knew what was going on.

Knowing is one thing, explaining is another.

Sometimes explaining and not explaining often lead to two completely different results.

Lynch slightly nodded, grasping some understanding.

The car drove quickly, reaching the President’s mansion as dusk settled.

He seemed to know the two had arrived, and had already had the cook prepare dinner; Mr. Truman brought two bottles of wine.

Tonight, the only people dining together were the three of them, and when they all sat at the table, they suddenly became silent again.

Just before dinner, they were chatting and laughing, but at this moment, inexplicably, all three closed their mouths.

For about ten seconds, nothing happened; no one spoke, no one did anything, as if everyone didn’t know how to continue.

Then, the President’s face regained some smile, "What are we waiting for, gentlemen?"