"Lady Anger, Lord Swain of the Nicole Family just called. He hopes you can invite him to meet with you after you return home. How should we respond?" On the plane, Louise, dressed in a professional suit, approached and asked.
"Politely decline. Tell him I won't be returning home for the time being. If he asks when I'll be back, just say it's undecided for now. I'll contact him as soon as I return..."
"You've said that to all fifty-two people who invited you before... So I'm curious—who exactly will you contact first?" Louise asked with a smile.
Anger rolled her eyes at her, a trace of emotion rising in her heart.
Although she was the leader of West Germany, she was already an outdated politician. Her political career should have come to an end when her term expired, and invitations from many high-level capitalists had become increasingly rare. Half a year ago, she had already found herself in a state of neglect.
After all, to capitalists, a leader who was about to step down had no value whatsoever...
Yet she had never expected the situation to take such a dramatic turn. Anger herself had been completely unprepared for it. Then again, anyone who could have predicted such an absurdly sudden event would have been a miracle worker.
"But my lady, these families are all powerful Western European conglomerates. Will refusing to give them face affect us somehow?"
Anger shook her head. "You still haven't changed your way of thinking. This election is now based on public opinion, and the room for capital to intervene is extremely limited—almost negligible. They can't provide us with any advantage. Instead, they'd demand favors from us after we win the election. Why should we concern ourselves with such a losing proposition?"
Besides...
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