"Things have been looking good lately..."
The Socialist Party Leader spoke first. He glanced up at the sky, which was almost cloudless.
The whole sky looked like a sea reflected overhead, its blue so clear and vivid that gazing up at it made people feel their own insignificance.
But immediately afterward, great ambitions would gradually rise from the depths of their hearts.
He lifted his teacup and sighed.
Mr. Truman nodded, indicating that he agreed with him.
The Socialist Party Leader gave a self-mocking smile. As he turned around, he placed his teacup back on the tea table.
It was another handwoven rattan tea table from Nagaril. In fact, it was just a large frame with a sheet of glass pressed on top.
Yet this thing, which cost no more than three yuan in Nagaril, sold for three hundred yuan or even more in some of Bu Peien's shopping malls!
"These past few days, Labor Unions from various places have reported some situations to the people above. If you've been following the 'Labor Report,' you should know about them."
Mr. Truman nodded again, still without saying a word.
The Socialist Party Leader showed no sign of displeasure. He had spoken twice, and Mr. Truman had not responded either time.
Under ordinary circumstances, if this happened to an ordinary person, the one being ignored might feel humiliated—or, for the sake of argument, slighted.
But the Socialist Party Leader did not feel that way. The Socialist Party was simply too insignificant.
So insignificant that its leader was only a senator!
It was true that the Progressive Party Committee Chairman and the Chairman of the Conservative Party Committee, as well as the leaders of their parties, were not even senators.
But each of them could command dozens or even hundreds of congressmen!
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