Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Is there anything more pleasing to bureaucrats than this?

The bureaucrats are all fighters against feudalism and capitalism.

"We can't use 'you all,' because something so revolutionary always requires someone to be sacrificed," the president said in a self-deprecating tone. "I still want to retire peacefully."

The old man in the wheelchair smiled, put down the chess piece he had been playing with that had already been captured, and reached out to move another piece on the board. "Only revolutionaries love to fight each other to the death. How about we bring in some anarchist advocates of collective ownership to put on a show?"

The president was initially taken aback, then burst into laughter, "How can there still be people like this, proponents of anarchist collective ownership? Are they mentally ill?"

As is well known, the earliest organization of ancient humans was the tribe, which was united by "blood ties" and "abstract consensus," and the function of the tribe was production and fighting.

Tribes are the primitive prototype of government.

Perhaps one day people will be able to produce without a government, but what about military operations? Or internal repression?

It is impossible for a person to be without lawbreakers within himself, nor without enemies outside himself; therefore, anarchy is impossible.

You say that the military can do without the government, yet military organizations can transform into governments at any time.

“Only fools are fit to fight fools, aren’t they?” the wheelchair-bound old man retorted.

"Alas, how did the country become like this?" the president sighed, hesitating to move a piece.

The elderly man in the wheelchair tapped his fingers lightly on the chessboard. “Left-wingers are always as impractical as those people in the church’s scholastic corps. They seem to think that if they just recite the scriptures correctly and take a few measures, everything will be solved and all difficulties will be overcome. They love to say that certain methods work as soon as they are used. Is there any difference between that and me praying to God’s Father and everything will be fine?”

"But there's no way around it. Whoever offers the cheapest ticket to heaven will have more followers. You're asking people who just want to change their lives to understand books filled with principles that even elites can't grasp? Isn't that crazy?" "Who's the bad guy? Who should we follow? It's that simple and convenient."

"Then why don't people like you stand up and say who the bad guys are and who we should follow?" the president said, finally revealing his true intentions. "I've been very busy lately. Others can come out, but they can't," the wheelchair-bound old man said. "In the end, resources are limited. We all live on a planet. Can this planet grow bigger as the population increases? Moreover, the more people chase after a resource, the more limited it becomes. In short, they just want us to die. At times like this, whatever we say is wrong."

"Of course, we must admit one thing: we are the ones who have committed heinous crimes, while they are, for the time being, righteous."

The president finally made his move, then asked, "Busy?"

“A big project for G&A,” the old man replied.

The president did not ask further questions.

G&A is now the number one conglomerate in France. Although it appears to have no shareholders with a majority stake, a few individuals control more than 10% of the shares through dispersed and cross-shareholding, thus controlling this giant.

The elderly man in the wheelchair in front of him was one of them.

This time, the leftists who were described as impractical by the wheelchair-bound elderly are actually very pragmatic. They each have their own reasons, but they all share one goal: to dismantle this giant.

The president intended to make a deal with the elderly man in the wheelchair, but the man politely declined.

What could be more important than the prospect of a group company being split up?

The president couldn't understand it.

The following morning, in Finland, in the far north.

Ronan had prepared breakfast and was about to call Liz and Louise to eat when he got closer to find that they were still fast asleep.

It seems that the two of them didn't fall asleep until at least the middle of the night.

It seems that the planned morning fishing trip will not be possible, and Liz and Louise didn't get up until noon.

The two calmly put on their clothes and shoes, then washed their faces with the hot water that Lavana brought them, carefully combed their hair, and tidied their clothes, even smoothing out their stockings. Throughout the whole process, neither of them said a word, and their demeanor was as if they were about to attend an important event.

The two went to the living room and saw Ronan sitting there.

“What are you going to do to us?” Liz asked.

She was like a lamb ready to be slaughtered, yet she had to show some backbone before she was slaughtered.

Louise remained silent; she seemed a little timid at this point.

“Not so good,” Ronan replied. “After lunch, I’ll take you all back to Tehran. After that, you and Ravana will continue your studies at the training camp. However, I suggest you write a letter to your parents. What you write in the letter is up to you.”

“Is this an order?” Liz asked.

Ronan laughed in exasperation, "You kid, I already said it was just a suggestion, you don't have to write it."

“What if someone finds us and tries to kidnap us?” Louise asked.

“I will protect you,” Ronan replied. “You are important to this world and to me.”

For some reason, Louise's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a smile appeared on her lips.

Liz glared at Louise angrily, as if questioning her if she was stupid. Louise returned a disdainful look, as if to say, "You're the stupid one."

Ronan shook his head and smiled helplessly. "Alright, you two, let's have lunch. I went to the village to the south and got some beef; it's of good quality." Lunch was a pot of warm stewed beef, with toasted bread slices and fish cakes.

In the afternoon, Ronan returned to Tehran with the three of them as promised.

Ronan did not make any demands from beginning to end.

Louise and Liz felt as if they had just experienced a dream, as if nothing had happened. But looking at Lavana beside them, they were certain that a great deal had indeed occurred.

Chapter 1171 Size, Writing Letters, Even the Handymen Are Talking Politics

A week has passed.

Over the past week, neither Liz nor Louise had spoken much to Lavana, and the two of them had barely spoken to each other either.

Sixteen-year-old Liz grew up in the countryside with her mother. Her mother passed away when she was thirteen, and she went to live with her biological father, almost living under someone else's roof. This life experience made her realize the hardships of life and how precious everything is.

She looks a lot like Agustina when she was a teenager.

I'm thinking all the time.

However, when Ronan first encountered Agustina, Tina had experienced the brutality of war and the cold-blooded politics. She already possessed a "clear-headedness" that she did not want to have, like a tired, one-eyed old cat, lazily lying by the fireplace in Dinia, unwilling to leave.

Liz, on the other hand, has experienced the "small" aspects of life, but has yet to experience the "big" aspects of the world.

As for Louise, she was an even better protected girl.

Born into a wealthy family in France, she possessed a perspective that Leeds lacked. She could see the "bigness" of the world, but only through a pane of glass, while the "smallness" of life existed only in her imagination.

Ronan burst into their world, bringing an overwhelming shock.

On Saturday night, Lavana left the camp, but the two of them stayed.

Liz sat down at the table and took out paper and pen.

"Are you going to write a letter?" Louise asked Liz.

"Hmm," Liz responded, but hesitated to put pen to paper.

Louise lay on the bed, one leg, clad in a thin layer of matte flesh-colored stockings, raised vertically, kicking a cushion into the air, catching it steadily, then letting it fly up again and catching it again, repeating this over and over, while asking, "It's been a week, and I still haven't figured out what to write?"

“I’ve thought it through,” Liz replied.

"What should I write?" Louise asked, pausing in her actions.

With her back to Louise, Liz retorted, "Why should I tell you?" "Aren't we friends now?" Louise asked.

Liz scoffed, "Who said I'm your friend?"

Louise kicked the cushion away, then volleyed her other leg through the air, the cushion hitting Liz on the back of the head. "You're so heartless! We're comrades-in-arms, even closer than friends."

Liz, who would usually be angered by Louise's truly annoying behavior, was unusually calm. She turned around, straddled the chair with her legs spread apart, placed her hands on the back of the chair, and rested her chin on her arms. "Comrades? Then who is our enemy? Is it the imposter Ronan you mentioned, or our own family?" "You, you really believe him?" Louise asked hesitantly.

Liz looked at Louise and said, "If you didn't believe me at all, you wouldn't be talking like this."

“My father would never harm me,” Louise retorted firmly, then added urgently, as if afraid of misunderstanding, “Ronan isn’t a bad person either, absolutely not.”

Liz sighed.

She envied Louise a little because she herself couldn't be sure that her father wouldn't harm her.

Similarly, she couldn't be sure if Ronan truly meant no harm.

Stretching to clear her mind, Liz turned back to write a letter.

In the letter, Liz essentially omitted Ronan, focusing instead on Lavana and describing her unique qualities.

She believed that if her father was also someone who pursued pushing limits, then she would definitely be extremely interested in Lavana, a special being capable of continuous transplantation.

Of course, her knowing so much about Ravana's specific characteristics was undoubtedly suspicious, and her father should have thought it was a trap.

So, under these circumstances, would her father still come? Liz wanted to know.

What will Ronan's reaction be then? Liz was also curious to know.

After the letter was finished, Louise leaned over, grabbed it, and started reading. Liz made no attempt to stop her from seeing it.

After reading it, Louise asked in bewilderment, "You didn't mention Ronan at all?"

“That’s my business,” Liz replied.

"You really are..." Louise was so angry that she kicked the chair, making Liz give up her seat.

Liz took her own letters and envelopes and gave Louise the only desk in the dormitory.

Unlike Liz, Louise's focus was on Ronan, whom she had only met a few times.

As she was writing, she suddenly grabbed the letter, tore it up, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it away, simply because she felt that based on her description, her father would think Ronan was a bad person with malicious intentions.

But Louise didn't think Ronan was.

How could bad people be so honest? And bad people certainly wouldn't just let them be free.

She made up her mind that she had to write well, and her first principle was not to let her father misunderstand Ronan.

Louise herself didn't realize that by writing like this, Ronan's image didn't leap off the page, but her own inner turmoil was unmistakably revealed. Outside the camp, on the streets at night.

Ronan and Lavana are spreading out.

“I still can’t understand why Liz and Louise’s families would put them in such a dangerous place. Although I came to the training camp as bait, you were always by my side, so I was safe. But their families weren’t there. Not only were they unsafe, but they also attracted someone’s attention, and there wasn’t time to reel them in.” Lavana said that she really couldn’t understand it.

“I don’t know either,” Ronan replied. “However, when playing against someone, you don’t necessarily need to understand their thoughts. Just do what you need to do.” There are always some people who are at a loss when they can’t see their opponent or figure out their intentions.

Ronan never does that. You're in the shadows, your intentions are unknown, it doesn't matter, I'll do my thing.

"Should I stay in the training camp?" Lavana asked.

Ronan smiled. "Of course you'll continue. You've paid such expensive tuition; if you don't study hard, wouldn't that be a waste of money?"

Lavana was speechless for a moment. Why was she still talking about tuition fees? Was this about tuition fees?

After thinking for a moment, Lavana still said it, "The two of them are very afraid of me now. No, it's not that they're afraid, they just think I'm a spy you placed next to them."

"Don't worry, things will get better," Ronan said, pinching Lavana's firm buttocks. "You are, after all, of the same kind, and you will surely become comrades-in-arms."

After saying that, Ronan left.

Saturday night was Faith's time; Ronan had already given Lavana too much.

On a barren hillside outside the city, Ronan met Faith.

"How have you been lately?" Ronan asked.

“Even the janitors at the hospital are talking about politics,” Faith replied. Like Falek and Canaan, she had lowered her aura of rank and found a job with fake degrees and a fake resume. She was now a doctor.

The important thing this time is not who takes the lead, but how they take the lead.

How the leadership is replaced will determine the future model of power transfer.

In order to ensure their own survival, all forces are exerting their efforts. The two supreme beings who founded this country are still preoccupied with their own affairs and seem to have no intention of directly intervening. As a result, rumors are rampant and undercurrents are surging throughout Tehran.

“Never mind all that.” Ronan put his arm around Faith. “The scenery here is quite nice.”

Faith gave a soft "hmm" and began to make love with Ronan in the wilderness.

After their lips parted and the silk ran, Ronan pounced on Faith, pulled up her skirt, and dragged down her thin, transparent flesh-colored stockings.

Chapter 1172 People and Things Have Changed: One Brother, Two Fathers

More than ten days have passed in the blink of an eye, and it's now October.

In the north of the French capital, this is a high ground, the highest point in the capital, the area where the royal palace once stood. Not far from the palace was the Isabelle Asylum, a place filled with evil and sin, yet also leading the way for the times.

The former royal palace was destroyed in the revolution forty years ago, and shortly thereafter, G&A established its new headquarters here. The reason they were able to acquire this land was that both of the two founders who were still alive at the time were Ronan's sons.

In the eyes of the French people, the king was nothing more than a useless descendant of Ronan and Ambrine, who were the sons of Ronan, the undisputed French hero.

Isabelle Mental Hospital was replaced by the company's experimental center. Although the two founders lost their lives in an accident shortly after the center was built, the center did not become abandoned. Instead, it grew stronger and became the core of the entire school district.

For example, not far from the experimental center, in a manor, there is a villa with three underground floors.

This is a place nobody knows about.

The elderly man in the wheelchair sat quietly in his wheelchair. In front of him were two cylindrical, transparent chambers, each over three meters tall, filled with liquid. Floating in each chamber was a person—or rather, a corpse. "It's been a while, my dear two brothers," Frank, the wheelchair-bound man, said with a sigh, looking at the two corpses.

The old man's real name was not Frank, but Garcia, the son of Ronan and Agustina.