Ideals cost money.
Pure and noble ideals cost even more.
When the president wanted to decide on certain policies, he naturally needed someone to sound out the "enemy situation" for him. Things might seem wonderful when they were sitting in their offices planning, but in reality, they would encounter far more unpleasant situations.
Lynch was willing to step forward. That was, of course, the best possible outcome.
Tonight's gathering had gone extremely well. The Federal Department of Agriculture would give Lynch a major grain order, along with many preferential policies regarding grain imports, including interest subsidies.
In short, as long as he could bring the goods in, Lynch could make a fortune.
Unlike other commodities, food supplies played a crucial role in maintaining the stability of society as a whole.
As long as there was something to eat—at least something to eat—society would not descend into unrest.
If there was nothing to eat, and even the most basic guarantees could not be provided, the entire society would soon erupt into chaos.
The Federation could not be allowed to fall into chaos! Apart from that, the others had also received some orders. As they were leaving, Lynch looked at Anna. "Did you hear anything? The president's attitude today was somewhat unusual."
Anna looked a little embarrassed. "Sorry, I didn't notice anything..."
Lynch consoled her. "It's not your fault. You don't have much experience."
As she looked at Lynch, Anna began to doubt her own abilities. She did not even realize that there had been anything emotionally wrong with the president today.
The entire process had seemed extremely smooth and seamless. Everyone had laughed and chatted while completing many maneuvers she could not understand.
Only at this moment did she realize that something had been wrong today—and she had only realized it