Every Day, Something Happens

The interviews with the surviving wealthy families were a great success, although Lin Qi didn't say much and was thinking about whether to bring over a few Feminism Movement zealots.

Overall, the interview was successful.

The world, the International Community, including those in the Federal who are starting to worry, are not actually concerned with the living conditions of the lower classes in those foreign countries.

They don't really care about these things; poor people will never care whether poor people living in another place are living better than themselves.

Regardless of whether they are actually living better or worse than themselves, everyone feels that they are the one who needs help the most.

If anyone is truly miserable, it must be yourself.

People only focus on problems that happen to the wealthy, and they get more recognition from them.

Instead of talking about how the lives of the lower-class Natives, who are often perceived as being similar to savages, are far better described as the lives of wealthy foreigners. Only the tragic experiences of these wealthy individuals can truly make people realize how terrible things are here now.

"My God, even the rich are suffering, so they're serious this time."

To determine whether a social event has truly had a terrible impact on society, one only needs to look at whether the wealthy have also been affected.

Therefore, as soon as these reports were published, they immediately attracted widespread attention from the International Community, and people were discussing whether the unrest in Nagaril had any warning significance.

In another country, a mother and son also saw this news.

"Simon..." The woman, dressed in flamboyant clothes, looked to be only in her forties, but her actual age was much older than she appeared.

Thanks to the large sums of money her husband sends them every year for her and her son to squander, their pampered lifestyle makes them look very healthy.

The woman spends most of her money on beauty and pampering; she has a private hairstylist, a private beautician, a private fitness coach, and even a private intimate care specialist.

These things make her look very young. Even though money can't stop time from passing on her, it can make her look younger than others.

At that moment, a very stylish young man was sitting on a sofa not far away, munching on an apple with his legs crossed. He heard his mother mention the man's name and immediately frowned.

As for the father who abandoned them at sea when they were young, he might only feel affection for him when he urgently needed money. Most of the time, he would only feel disgusted with that man, even though he was enjoying everything that man had created for him.

Life, work, everything.

"What happened to him again?" the young man asked nonchalantly. "I remember he wrote a letter saying he wanted to come back."

The young man is very talented. He has his own company at a young age. Although it loses money every year, the money that Simon sends back each year is enough to keep his company afloat and allows him to gain more social experience.

In a way, he felt that squandering the money Simon sent back was a punishment for Simon! The woman was momentarily stunned, but her expression quickly turned panicked. She turned the newspaper she was reading over to the young man, her voice trembling with shock, "It says your father died in Nagaril!"

The young man's nonchalant smile quickly froze. His expression was initially one of disbelief, but then he saw the news article and his expression turned to horror.

The mother and son were well aware that their current comfortable life came from the money Simon sent back every year. They took it for granted, enjoying the money while convincing themselves that this was their punishment for Simon.

He was punished for disregarding the feelings of his mother and child, abandoning them here, and leaving to enjoy himself alone.

Sometimes they would even use phrases like "I wish you were dead" or "I want to convince myself that you never existed" in their letters to hurt Simon in order to achieve some purpose and satisfy some twisted pleasure.

But Simon really died, which was a disaster for them.

The woman is about to lose everything she has now—her personal trainers, beauty and hairdressing professionals, and so on. She will no longer be able to afford those designer luxury goods and will be unable to flaunt the pleasure that money brings in her Wives Circle.

She would soon grow old and ugly, and what was even more terrifying was that her lover, who was younger than her son, would abandon her completely because she could no longer afford to spend any more money! The young man was also terrified. His company had been losing money year after year, but it had managed to survive because of Simon's unconditional support. He always believed that this was a necessary stage for young people to go through in their growth process, and that as long as he had enough lessons and experience, he would grow up.

Unfortunately, he will not live to see this day, and this young man, the son on whom he placed his high hopes, will also never have the chance to grow up.

If he can't come up with a sum of money to pay his creditors by early next year, his factory, his company, his house, his car, and all his luxuries will be gone.

He has far too little money to cover his bills and current living expenses. He is on the verge of bankruptcy and will be forced by his creditors to work in a factory to pay off his debts for the rest of his life.

The young man snatched the newspaper from his mother's hand and began to read it intently. He was almost completely desperate because the newspaper's reporter was also a local, and he even briefly mentioned that Simon was a successful businessman from his own country who had gone abroad.

This allows readers to empathize more. For example, if they were to go abroad one day, become successful businessmen, and encounter similar situations, what would they do? Although most readers of this newspaper will never have such an opportunity in this life, the next life, or the life after that, they will still be very engaged in immersing themselves in the role.

This further convinced the young man that this was indeed his father, Old Simon.

Fortunately, the second half of the newspaper gave him hope. His face, which had been almost dripping with gloom, broke into a ecstatic smile. "See, Mom? It says he has factories and shops over there. He's a successful businessman. He must have a lot of money. All of this money is ours!"

He turned to look at his mother, his expression twisted with embarrassment. Pointing to one spot, he said, "We must go and get back what's ours as soon as possible, or someone else will take it from us!"

The woman, like a drowning person grabbing a rope, quickly stood up, looked at the trembling contents of the newspaper, and nodded repeatedly, "Darling, you're right..."

That afternoon, the mother and son booked four tickets to Nagaril and, after a hearty dinner, boarded the ship and left.

As for why there were four tickets, it was because they had also hired a top lawyer who specialized in inheritance disputes. If they won the case, he could receive 40 percent of Simon's estate as legal fees, which was also stipulated in the contract.

As for the fourth ticket, it was for their dog, a small ornamental breed named Colonel. It was very small, less than 20 centimeters long without its tail. It was also a very valuable breed. It was said that the President's Wife of their country also kept the same breed.

Meanwhile, some unexpected things are happening in the Federal.

Nagaril's Diplomat looked grim. A telegram had arrived from home, questioning him about whether he had betrayed the country's interests and demanding that he return to the country immediately to report on his duties.

In addition to this telegram, there was another telegram sent to him by a very secretive friend, which said that the royal family had secretly arrested his family members—but not those from his clan. Only his own family members, his mother, brothers, and sisters were arrested, but not his father.

No one knows what their current situation is, but one thing is certain: it's not going to be good.

Without a doubt, the upheaval in the country was caused by this man. He is now extremely troubled. On the one hand, the people of the Federal are shameless and cannot be persuaded, so they send people to Nagaril to cause trouble. On the other hand, he has to admit that the Federal people do value him very much.

This is a very contradictory feeling. Most of the time, self-admiration is just a self-comforting illusion for the incompetent. True talent will eventually be valued.

He appreciated the attention, but the way it was done...

"As long as you join us, none of these things will be a problem." It was still a warm afternoon, but with November approaching, the entire Federal began to cool down rapidly.

People were already wearing trench coats, including Mr. Truman. Federal agents loved the outfit so much that they could always be spotted in a crowd.

The Diplomat was both amused and exasperated. "Should I thank you for giving me another chance?" he asked, implying that the other side hadn't completely wiped him out, for example, by trying to get the royal family to kill all his family members and force him to turn against them.

Or they could resolve their differences in other, more extreme, and irreversible ways.

Mr. Truman shook his head. "You know, the Former President's son has been officially appointed as the Federal Diplomatic Ambassador to the Nagaril United Kingdom."

"I haven't heard of it!" The Diplomat was somewhat surprised. This news had not yet been announced to the public. Although everyone who should and shouldn't know would know by tonight, it hadn't been revealed yet because Congress hadn't ended.

Mr. Truman shrugged. "That's a very good young man. He's already taken his first steps on the path to his life goals. And you, Mr. Diplomat, when will you find your direction in life?"

"The right direction?!"