Darkstone Code-Chapter 935 - 933: Child of the Era
Recently, Congressman Landon has been very well-off, as nearly everyone in Congress knows he represents the interests of Lynch.
Many of Lynch’s own affairs are handled by Congressman Landon, which forces people to take him seriously—because of Lynch.
This is why some "awakened" individuals occasionally express desperate outcries about this country; the importance of a Congressman is largely unrelated to their abilities, but rather to the status of the capitalist behind them. This distorted political system is bound to collapse sooner or later!
Over a hundred years ago, people already thought this way, and there are still people who hold this belief today. Yet, curiously, the Federation has not fragmented into pieces because of the "corruption" they speak of.
The reason is simple: this country, this society, is entirely infused with the blood of capital, turning into an outright capitalist’s toy. It won’t collapse simply due to the individual strengths or weaknesses of any single capitalist.
As long as the capital system doesn’t fail, the political structure of the country will remain stable.
"I am very grateful to Mr. Lynch for his generosity. Please make sure to convey my appreciation to him for supporting our cause." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
"If Mr. Lynch has time, I would like to treat him to a meal to express my thanks!"
The FBI Director of Bupen City personally escorted Congressman Landon out of the FBI building, warmly shaking his hand.
Just now, Congressman Landon paid a visit, expressing his support for the Bureau’s work. He donated one million in cash in his personal name to the local investigators of the FBI.
This money wasn’t Federation Government’s budget allocation; it did not enter the public accounts of the FBI, but went into the account of a club instead.
This club is used by the local bureau to distribute extra benefits; it doesn’t have a specific name, but if one were to find a name, it might be something like "After-hours Club."
This is one of the characteristics of the Federation: almost every government organization has its own separate internal club.
Every year, some leftover budget allocations enter the club’s small treasury in various forms.
On normal days, this club provides various benefits to the staff inside the institution, such as free drinks, coffee, and even parties and trips.
This is a very implicit form of welfare and simultaneously a tacit rule.
Like Lynch’s donation this time, it doesn’t directly make headlines, nor does it reach those who shouldn’t know. Everyone eligible for club membership isn’t excluded.
They have the right to know who donated so much money to the club, understanding that everything they enjoy comes from someone.
Once, a Reporter went undercover in a law enforcement department for over six months, eventually obtaining "old staff" status and joining the department’s club.
Using the word undercover might be inaccurate, but he indeed carried out undercover work.
Afterward, he exposed the club and the so-called benefits within it, causing great turmoil in society. The main responsible party of that institution was directly dismissed, and the club was abolished, seeming to return everything to a normal track.
Unfortunately, the Reporter later ended up in a traffic accident, leading to him being permanently confined to a wheelchair.
From that time, every club introduced a "sponsorship" system, where two or three people jointly nominate a "newbie," giving them the opportunity to join the club and enjoy the benefits.
Besides this, they have to meet certain work tenure requirements and have a background that can withstand investigation; nobody wants such events to happen again.
Congressmen are indeed aware of these situations, that the Federation’s various clubs are rampant with corruption. But they never voluntarily bring it up, because they themselves are not clean either.
Various private equity funds keep channeling benefits to them; to expose others, one must first present oneself as clean, but this is something they absolutely cannot do.
After expressing thanks several times, the Bureau’s Director watched Congressman Landon leave, knowing why Lynch would donate money because of that night’s incident that wasn’t quite a conflict.
They couldn’t take Sanchez away; until now, Sanchez’s wanted status is still "at large," yet he is actually incarcerated in a secret prison.
If all goes well, Sanchez might become another outlaw not subject to Federation law, and will also be one of the past events the Bureau’s director least wishes to face.
Lynch provided them a small compensation, and the bit of dissatisfaction had long disappeared.
Bearing some superficial blame, getting some actual benefits—what’s there to be unsatisfied with?
This is a million, how many people can earn a million?
No, not many.
One side moved towards the elevator with the Director pondering where to organize the mid-year holiday trip for everyone; a tenth of a million would suffice for this trip.
Meanwhile, Congressman Landon already drove back. These days he ran around for Lynch’s affairs, gradually realizing the biggest difference between Senators and Representatives—having a financier backer.
Behind every Senator stands either some consortium or some family. Only those supported by these capital forces are eligible to vie for the position of a Senator.
In contrast, those dimwits in the House of Representatives—of course, he considers himself different from others, so he naturally excludes himself from this group of dimwits.
Almost none of the Representatives in the entire Congress have major capital forces supporting them; they are supported by some ordinary capitalists and small financial syndicates, which is why they cannot advance further.
Capital is so important!
He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his brain simultaneously processing complex thoughts while driving.
It’s quite miraculous that he can handle both at this moment, smoothly driving while thinking fluidly.
After such a period of reflection, he also wants to become a Senator, becoming the focal point of people’s attention wherever he goes, the target everyone follows.
Only Lynch can help him.
He turned the steering wheel, and the car quickly changed direction, heading to an unplanned location.
"Mr. Lynch, a Legislator named Landon wants to see you..."
The secretary outside the door spoke as if singing. This was a new secretary; Lynch had relocated the former one due to her inability to adapt to the demanding new environment, removing her from the position of President’s secretary.
Of course, considering her two years of contribution to the company, Lynch offered her an opportunity to continue contributing by transferring her to a regular department.
When department employees learned of this, they were happy for a long time, thrilled to have a beautiful female colleague—some were happy for new subjects to dominate. Don’t forget, sexual domination culture has become a phenomenon in nearly all Federation companies, and it can even be said that this is basic corporate culture.
Higher-ups demand and take unconditionally, while female employees either leave the company for lower-level positions or silently endure it.
It might lead to maintaining a long-term dominated relationship with the company’s management, but also earn a stable promotion path and wages much higher than ordinary employees.
In the company’s sexual domination culture, high pay is also a feature; otherwise, those girls wouldn’t be degraded enough to let anyone ride on them.
The new girl comes from a local middle-class family and had been studying ballet. Realizing there’s little development in dancing over the past two years, she started actively job hunting.
The company’s human resources department chose five candidates, four women and one man, and Lynch casually picked her.
"When he came in..."
Soon, Landon entered the President’s office.
"Is the matter settled?" Lynch invited him to sit, and Legislator Landon sat opposite Lynch, separated by a huge table.
He nodded, "The Director expressed gratitude for your actions, hoping to invite you for a meal sometime."
Lynch finished listening and waved with a smile, "Those are pleasantries, not to be taken seriously."
"His position is sensitive, and so is mine. Even if we just sit down for a meal, it might stir unnecessary public commentary."
In the public eye, the FBI is possibly the closest and most authoritative law enforcement department to them.
They don’t trust the police, believing they take bribes.
But they do trust the FBI.
This seemingly inexplicable trust might be because FBI investigators rarely appear in their lives, and they seldom hear any dirt related to the bureau.
The more the public trusts a law enforcement agency, the less easy it is for capitalists to interact with it. The bureau’s Director surely understands this, hence the pleasantries.
There was a brief pause, marking the end of this matter.
After about ten seconds, Lynch said again, "Soon Catherine... you know her, my ex-girlfriend?"
Legislator Landon nodded, "I know, an intern at the President’s Mansion, the flower among the people."
"Yes, that’s her."
"Her internship ends in June, with two months left. Afterward, she might work with Mrs. Tricia on the feminist side for a while. Next year, I plan to support her running for Sabin City legislator."
When Lynch said this, Legislator Landon understood what he meant and followed, "I know some people in Sabin City. Getting this underway is very simple."
Lynch pursed his lips, "Then it will trouble you to make a trip when the time comes."
"No trouble, I also want to return to Sabin City to have a look; there are still some procedures to complete, so it’s convenient to handle them together."
Speaking of Sabin City, Legislator Landon felt somewhat emotional. Just three years ago, Lynch seemed inconspicuous, but he has now grown to a point that leaves Landon somewhat perplexed.
Yet for all its absurdity, every step is clear.
Many people study Lynch, trying to find the so-called "logical loopholes," but they find nothing, ultimately attributing it to him being the child of the era.
