"What are you looking at, Prime Minister?" the Prime Minister's Deputy asked, unable to resist speaking to the Prime Minister, who stood by the window.
He had been standing there for some time. As an old man, he really shouldn't sit or stand for too long and needed to adjust his posture in an orderly, regular manner.
The Prime Minister's Deputy was the son of the son of his younger sister's husband's younger brother. They were not related by blood, but they were fairly close.
A Deputy's job had no clearly defined duties, so there was considerable freedom when it came to choosing someone for the position. Most of the time, people chose someone they trusted.
The Prime Minister paused. He came back to himself, walked behind the desk, braced both hands against the chair's armrests, and slowly sat down.
"I was thinking about the weather and the food shortage."
He didn't mention the nobles. Those words were too shocking. Even he couldn't bear the consequences of those words getting out.
The nobles were the ones currently supporting him in overthrowing the imperial family, and what the nobles wanted was more power. He couldn't help recalling what Lin Qi had said—
"Money or power. You can only choose one!"
Yes, that was how the Federation's system worked. You either became a capitalist or a politician. No matter which you chose, you had to make concessions to some degree.
This also ensured that the Federation's political scene was somewhat cleaner than Gefra's. Moreover, to compete for greater benefits, both sides had to hand some advantages over to ordinary people.
That was very different from Gefra. The nobles' hands reached far too deeply into everything.
They already held tremendous power, yet now they wanted more money as well. This society was not