Mr. Truman's methods had indeed been somewhat heavy-handed.
To put it in the politicians' terms, they weren't very natural. They lacked flexibility and smooth transitions.
In truth, he didn't want things to be this way either. He simply had no choice.
Before him, there had been no pioneers who shared the same ideals and beliefs to hack a path forward through the thorns.
And afterward, there had been no successors to continue down the path he had opened.
He was all alone. The only person who could understand him and might share similar ideas was one of the Federation's most renowned tycoons!
He lacked a sense of security, and so did his ideals! Now that he possessed such power, he hoped to change the country in his own way.
There were still four years.
Four years was enough for some people to turn certain changes into habits, and then into traditions.
He had to try. He had no choice but to do this, and this was the only way he could do it.
This had left the capitalists deeply dissatisfied. They felt they had been harmed, which was why everything that followed had happened.
Frank sat across from Lin Qi, smiling as he looked at him. He believed in his father's judgment, and he believed in his own judgment as well.
No capitalist could tolerate the regulations and provisions the Federal Government was pushing through. They were slowly tightening a noose around the capitalists' necks and pushing them toward death!
The word "defection" might be a slight exaggeration, but as long as Lin Qi did not stand on Mr. Truman's side, they would have more ways to make the Presidential Palace yield.
This wasn't the first time something like this had happened in history. The capitalists had far too many