Mr. Truman was suffering from a lack of support, to the point that the entire world seemed to be standing against him.
Except the Working Class.
But now he did not dare reveal the whole truth to the Working Class. If he did, the Working Class might think this was their only chance to defeat capital. They would unite the Labor Union and every other force they could gather, and wage a "war" against the capitalists.
Even if the Working Class won in the end, Mr. Truman would not! He had to win first before he could achieve total victory.
In the history of the Federation, there had been more than one president who had been impeached and forced from office for pushing through a certain policy! Trade the presidency for the implementation of one policy?
He felt he had not reached that point yet! But before he found a solution, he was already trapped on an isolated island! Right now, the only person who might be able to give him some direction was probably Lin Qi.
Facing Mr. Truman's confusion and his desperate desire for answers, Lin Qi did not tell him anything directly. Instead, he asked him a question.
"What do you think political struggle is?"
That single sentence plunged Mr. Truman into deep thought once again.
In fact, given the general environment of the Federation, the intensity of political struggle was not particularly obvious.
It was not like the Middle Ages, when nobles or politicians fought to the death over which "ideology," "political school," or "academic doctrine" was more advanced.
Here, only religious struggles were truly vicious. Politics was not entirely like that, not even in a feudal society.
Compromise and trade were the core of politics. Politics had never been about "marching forward without yielding," so