Darkstone Code
Chapter 271 - 0269 Radical, Goals, Methods

Chapter 271: 0269 Radical, Goals, Methods

The hall was utterly silent, causing some people farther away to notice the situation, but before they could approach, someone had already reacted.

"A very unique viewpoint..." Wardrick raised his glass, "Although the war is a thing of the past, the scars it left behind remain, warning everyone that peace is hard-won!"

"To peace!"

Many people, including the President and Truman, raised their glasses to Wardrick’s words. After people put down their glasses, Wardrick excused himself and left the crowd with Lynch.

People knew Lynch came with Wardrick’s daughter, so they didn’t find anything unusual about it.

But in fact, both Truman and the President, along with his team of staff officers, realized that Lynch had said a bit too much.

Even now, the entire Federation is experiencing an unprecedented economic recession, enduring a terrible wave of bankruptcies, countless people losing their jobs, and countless wandering the streets.

But...

The Federation remains one of the most economically powerful countries on this planet. Despite the current hardships, it’s actually quite easy for the Federation Government and the banks to come up with money.

However, the fact that the government and banks have money doesn’t mean that the people have money, which is why life is difficult for everyone. Moreover, it’s not like the government and banks have done nothing; haven’t they provided everyone with an unsecured low-interest loan based on their social status and creditworthiness?

As for other countries?

One must know that many countries are still in the basic stage of post-war reconstruction, and their workers receive no pay. They can only keep the workers and their families from hunger.

Compared to these countries, Bail Federal is still too wealthy, so wealthy that they are capable of initiating an "economic war."

Perhaps Lynch didn’t finish his words, but those who deal with these matters daily and study international policy have already understood the general form of the economic war Lynch was talking about.

Hence, they felt Lynch had said a bit too much, keeping in mind they were the moderate faction within the Progressive Party, these words would be more suitable for radical activities.

This was also why Wardrick had to step forward. He wasn’t sure if others would help Lynch or if Lynch himself realized that his words were too radical, so he had to stand up.

It wasn’t because he thought Lynch was a nice young man; he didn’t want some people to think he was part of the radical faction because of this matter.

It’s important to know that issues within party factions can sometimes lead to other troubles, and given the current domestic and international trends, the attitudes and actions of the moderate faction are actually the most suitable.

People have just come out of the enormous stimulation of destruction, and they don’t want to be stimulated again; radicalism will only lead these calmed people back to destruction, so it’s better to maintain a moderate attitude!

The two of them walked outside the crowd. Wardrick, holding his glass, shook his head, "You shouldn’t have spoken so plainly..." Lynch smiled, neither admitting nor denying, which gave Wardrick a peculiar feeling.

Lynch had just acted as someone of his age should, showing his edge when necessary, whether appropriate or not, as long as he could make people notice his uniqueness.

But sometimes he didn’t act like a young person, at least not losing his temper like a young person would in certain situations. At this moment, he just smiled, leaving Wardrick unsure of whether he understood his words or not.

"The things you said just now, did you come up with them yourself?" After a moment of pause, Wardrick couldn’t help but ask this question because this "merchant’s perspective" which some people find foolish is actually quite shrewd.

Until now, the Bail Federal Ministry of Defense has always been deducing the process of every major battle, with the radical faction and the Ministry of Defense always defining the key to victory or defeat in wars as "military power."

Even to the extent that people worldwide think this way, they believe that the definition of a powerful nation is how many armored divisions it has, how many varieties of artillery it possesses, and how many armies and navies it can mobilize in one go.

They are always lingering over these issues, but Lynch discovered another layer, which is the value and role of the economy in war.

What he spoke about might still be somewhat superficial, but it was enough to open a brand-new door for everyone, allowing people to see what they hadn’t seen before and freely inspire the formidable power of thought.

This doesn’t seem like something a twenty-one-year-old could come up with. Indeed, Mr. Wardrick figured out Lynch’s age after a little while, even finding out which hospital Lynch’s mother gave birth with the help of which midwife.

Which is why he even more doesn’t believe these are Lynch’s own thoughts; he lacks such a foundation.

It’s not that he looks down on those from the lower echelons, but people at the bottom always ponder over how to fill their bellies and make a little more money every day. They have neither the time nor the inclination to engage with or think about higher-level issues.

If you randomly pick a homeless person on the street and ask them the name of the Progressive Party Chairman, they wouldn’t know. Is it conceivable to expect them to keenly propose new perspectives on the current situation and policies of the Federation?

Lynch looked at Mr. Wardrick without anger or joy; he merely smirked, "Fine, I heard it from someone else..."

"You’re lying!" Wardrick saw through Lynch’s perfunctory response straight away, he reiterated to confirm his suspicion, "You’re lying!"

Lynch maintained the same posture, "You don’t believe these were my own ideas, so I said these are summaries from others as you wished, yet you still don’t believe!"

"Mr. Wardrick, you are not the omnipotent Lord; you do not decide what is truth and what is a lie."

Wardrick looked at Lynch, the two of them facing each other fearlessly eye-to-eye.

One filled with confusion, while the other was utterly composed. After about ten seconds, Wardrick’s gaze softened a bit, he pursed his lips slightly, gently raised his arm, and subtly lifted his glass, "I’m sorry, I was too subjective."

Lynch clinked glasses with him and took a sip, "It’s okay, judging people by appearance has always existed around us."

"It’s like we enjoy talking about inner beauty with the attractive women who would strip naked for us at the jingle of coins from our pockets, yet we never spare a glance at those whose appearance may not be pleasing but have gentle hearts."

"Vulgarity, superficiality, have always been the most difficult part of human nature to eliminate. I forgive you."

Wardrick couldn’t help but laugh, even though these words were satirizing his vulgarity, superficiality, and doubts, he found it amusing.

It had been many years since someone had spoken to him this way. Once people began addressing him as "Mr. Wardrick," "His Excellency Executive Director," people seeming timid in front of him had almost become a habit.

It seemed people were meant to be like this, so Lynch’s behavior was somewhat unexpected and inexplicably amusing to him.

After laughing for a while, not knowing quite why, he nodded, "You are interesting, Lynch; you are a very clever young man, but don’t think that this alone would allow you to date my girl."

He paused for a moment, "If given the opportunity, what would you like to do next?"

Lynch showed a smile as bright as sunshine, "I want to do what Bail Federal did at the beginning, to cross the endless oceans and come to this continent to help the natives establish a civilized world, to let the light of civilization illuminate the entire world!"

Wardrick looked at Lynch with an expression somewhat strange, a little unsure whether what he was thinking was the same as what Lynch was expressing.

On the other side, a woman strikingly similar to Severa was accompanying her in conversation; it was her mother. At this moment, their gaze was also focused on Lynch and Mr. Wardrick, who were engaged in conversation.

"They sometimes seem similar in their unintended expressions, don’t you think?" Severa’s mother said with a smile; she wasn’t speaking lightly; sometimes indeed there was a slight resemblance.

The girl didn’t speak; she actually felt the same way, seemingly both having a very special aura, making people feel they would succeed.

Looking at her daughter, Wardrick’s wife’s expression didn’t change, but she sighed a little in her heart. She also learned about Lynch’s detailed information; such a young man could never become this family’s son-in-law.

He wasn’t qualified, wasn’t worthy, he was worlds away from even the minimum standards; he wasn’t even a member of the Saint Harmony Association!

One must know, within this family, Wardrick, his wife, and Severa are all members of the Saint Harmony Association!

Wardrick’s wife clearly understood the things behind her daughter’s expressions and demeanor at this moment; when a young girl begins to actively focus on a male, it implies the arrival of danger.

Fortunately, it’s not too late for all these, they have the means to turn it around, the simplest way is to keep them from meeting for a while.

Time and space are enough to cut off any romance; people like to make love into a sacred emotion difficult to separate, but in reality, it’s very simple to break them apart.

"How long have you known each other?" she asked again.

Severa was already silent once; she couldn’t dodge anymore, "About three days, actually before that, we didn’t know each other at all. He just wanted a suitable female companion for such occasions."

"And as for me... you know, father didn’t want to bring me, I just wanted to prove that even without him, I could come here."