Frank's father sat in a luxurious chair, gazing at the sunlight outside the window. The discussions around him seemed unable to disturb his thoughts.
After thinking for a long while, he finally turned his head. "Perhaps we should try another approach."
Frank and everyone else in the room looked at him in confusion. Old Master Dice lifted his glass and took a small sip.
A small amount of alcohol would make the brain more active. For an old man like him, it was the simplest and fastest way to help himself finish thinking!
The countless fragments in his mind gradually came together after a brief period of organization, forming a single, complete line of thought.
"Truman's greatest support right now is his status as a wartime president. If the war had never broken out and Congress's authority had not been transferred to the Presidential Palace, we could find ways to veto anything he tried to push through."
The others nodded one after another. A wartime president was impossible to deal with.
A faint smile appeared on Old Master Dice's face. "So we should find another way to solve this problem. For example..."
"Push for the war to end sooner. Once the war ends, the president's concentration of power will end as well, and Congress's mechanisms will restart."
"As long as Congress can resume its proper function, let alone vetoing his policies—even forcing him out of office won't be a problem!"
There were many masters in Congress—three hundred of them. But if one said there were few, in truth, many of those masters were merely tools who raised their hands to vote.
They had no independent ability to think. Instead, they obeyed one senator, or several senators, forming political circles centered around certain capitalists.
Just like Lin Qi. At present, he