The Liquor Wasn't Quite Legit

"This is the best bar around here..." Lin Qi walked to the bar first, ordered a glass of wine, and then turned to look at Mr. Truman, "If you just want to drink some wine!"

Like this Strip Club, which can be opened near a high-end community, there is a deep background behind it. Otherwise, just police inspections every now and then will prevent the club from opening.

After all, it is illegal to apply for a job in Federal, and Strip Club is the hardest hit area - all kinds of girls show off the beauty of their bodies, and there will always be some who can't help it. This is the value of Second Floor VIP Room's existence.

If you have enough background, you must have enough financial resources. Then the boss behind this club must not just want to build a club for ordinary people.

A person of a certain level will definitely bring a certain level of consumption. It is normal for ordinary people to spend ten or twenty yuan to have fun, but this amount of money has not been taken into account by the club operators from the beginning.

He is looking for higher-end customers, the kind who can spend three to five hundred or even three to five thousand every time they come here. This also makes everything here very high-end. Only in this way can it attract those real high-end customers.

The elegant room has a special fragrance, the dim and ambiguous lights and the girl wearing a mask on the stage all give people a feeling of "it's so damn good to be rich".

Mr. Truman smiled, shook his head and walked to the bar and ordered a glass of wine.

After two sips of wine, Mr. Truman's face clearly had more thoughts to express.

Sometimes Lin Qi wonders whether there is something special about Federal people's physiques. For example, just one or two sips of alcoholic beverages can quickly change their state.

They ordered two bottles of wine and went to a booth in a corner to sit down.

"I'm in a bad mood." Mr. Truman drank another sip, with a somewhat painful expression on his face. What he wanted was a strong drink. Even if he added ice cubes to alleviate the burning sensation of the strong drink in the mouth, drinking such a large gulp in one breath would really make people feel a little uncomfortable.

Then he slowly exhaled the smell of alcohol and said, "I have been suspended from work..."

Lin Qi was just about to take a sip when his hand holding the cup stopped in mid-air, "Is it temporary?"

Mr. Truman nodded, "It's temporary. In addition to these, there are other troubles. National Security Committee will re-evaluate me, and Internal Affairs Department will also start investigating me. You know, these things are all together."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but take another sip, and then hit the table hard! There was a loud bang, and not many people in the club looked over. An employee responsible for maintenance was just about to come over when he was blocked by a Man in Black.

Man in Black opened his collar, revealing the weapons and license plates inside. The club employees left here in a wise manner.

Mr. Truman in the booth looked very embarrassed. He stopped the big consortium from taking advantage of small and medium-sized contracts, and in exchange he was reported by his real name.

A Third-rate Businessman, whom he had never known or interacted with, brought some materials to report him on suspicion of duty-related crimes, abuse of power and a bunch of other charges.

In fact, everyone knows that this is the big consortium's revenge on him, or some kind of implicit warning, but the process still needs to be followed.

Just because everyone knows it well, we cannot go beyond the boundaries of the law and ignore the rules and regulations.

He was temporarily suspended from all work at hand and could resume work only after the investigation was completed. As for how long this would take, it obviously would not be too soon.

It takes time to verify the content of each report. Suppose it takes a week to report one content. Reporting a dozen non-existent charges can stop him for several months.

But unfortunately, not only did he have no means to counterattack these counterattacks, he couldn't even find a way to defend himself, so he could only sulk.

What made him even more angry was that Mr. President was too weak in facing this issue. He even took the initiative to talk to Mr. Truman and asked him not to target those big consortiums too much.

In fact, the reason why Mr. President did this is very clear to Mr. Truman. The general election is coming soon. These people hold a lot of votes. At this critical moment, no one's favor or disgrace is more important than the general election.

Only after the results of the general election have been stabilized and ensured that everything is foolproof, can other issues be discussed.

Although Mr. Truman knew this very well, emotionally it was still difficult for him to accept it.

"The only thing I'm thankful for now is that I'm the 'only one' and they can't live without me. I understand very well that this time is just their reminder that these female cousins raised me!"

Lin Qi glanced at the wine in his glass. He didn't understand why he didn't react much to the drink. Mr. Truman and other Federal people could quickly enter the "state" after drinking a little wine. It was amazing.

His thoughts only flashed over this issue, and then he returned to the topic, "There is a proverb, 'If you destroy a capitalist's means of making huge profits, it is equivalent to killing his whole family. This is an unforgivable hatred.'"

"The current situation is like this. What capitalists always pursue is profit. You just don't let them do that. At the same time, you are not 'hard' enough. In fact, their methods are quite mild. They are just harassing you."

Lin Qi is telling the truth. Compared with the more extreme methods, the big consortium's approach this time is quite mild. In fact, this is also related to the upcoming general election.

No one thinks that the President will have an opponent. As the President's most important staff and important government staff, doing too much will make the President dissatisfied.

Truman is also his subordinate. If you do something like this, it means you won't give him face.

Compared with Mr. Truman's "naivety", the current Mr. President is the real representative who is not easy to mess with.

He is tepid, and you never know whether he is a turtle with his head down or a snake coiled up and ready to attack. The latter is more likely.

He won't show too obvious love and hate directly, but as long as you give him a chance, he might hurt someone.

That's why there was a real-name report by a little person, and it was just a report.

"I know!", Mr. Truman nodded, "I know what you are telling the truth, you are different from those people, Lin Qi, that's why I look for you to drink, not others."

"Honestly, I'm disappointed with everyone, it's so disappointing."

"Both the cabinet and the capitalists are disappointing. Everyone seems to be invisible to those social problems. They just can't see it themselves and don't allow others to see it. I don't know what's wrong with this society. It shouldn't be like this."

"It's like this from top to bottom, from top to bottom, I'm desperate!"

He drank a large glass of strong wine with the wine glass in his hand, and then poured himself another glass. His face began to turn red, and it was obvious that the alcohol was starting to get to his head.

Looking at him, Lin Qi couldn't help but sigh, this is a person who came out of the military, and his values are very complete. If Mr. Truman was not a "player" who came out of the military, his values may be more biased towards traditional politicians or capitalists, and they only have interests in their eyes.

Only by maintaining a kind of enthusiasm in a relatively closed environment can he become what he is now.

Lin Qi nodded slightly, "This is the value of each of us, Truman. Each of us hopes that the world will become the most beautiful thing in our eyes, and we will continue to work hard for this goal."

"Some people feel that the world is a beautiful place now that they have money, so they find ways to make money."

"Actually, we are the same. We all feel that only we are right, so we are also working hard in this regard."

"No one is absolutely wrong, and no one is definitely right, what do you think?"

Mr. Truman took another sip. He raised his head and looked at Lin Qi, with some red bloodshot eyes in the whites of his eyes. "So what do you think a beautiful world looks like?"

"Me?" Lin Qi was a little surprised. He sighed softly, "Everyone has a job of their own, life is easy, the relationship between family members is harmonious, all walks of life are developing in an orderly manner, the country is strong, the nation is prosperous, and politics, military, economy, and culture are all very developed..."

"Of course, if I could have a little more money and a little more social status than others, that would be my ideal world."

He felt a little emotional, and then looked at Mr. Truman who was distracted.

After about a few seconds, the latter suddenly came back to his senses, smiled and patted the table, "I didn't expect you to be such a capitalist."

"I'm not a capitalist." Lin Qi shook his head and denied his evaluation of himself.

"No... that's right. You are a different kind of capitalist. This is the first time I've heard someone think like this. If the country is strong, the nation... is prosperous?"

He breathed a long sigh of relief and took another sip, "I really hope your dream can come true, Lin Qi, you are really different from others."

"Should I be happy that I am different from others?"

"Of course!"

The content of the conversation between the two of them had deviated from the serious topic. They also moved from the booth to the surroundings of a striptease stage. After all, Lin Qi had exchanged so much change and had to spend it.

This Strip Club is very good at management. When they came in, they knew that every dancer here had a formal job outside, and some were even college students.

They wore masks and simple clothes, and with some foreshadowing and introductions, it was obviously a very vulgar place, but suddenly it became more stylish.

In the process of venting emotions, I also encountered an interesting thing. Maybe the dancer saw the wad of bills exposed in Mr. Truman's pocket and actively invited him to the stage.

This is also a small game that often occurs during performances. Mr. Truman drank a lot and vented his emotions. He has long lost his usual calm appearance.

The girl kept dancing around him with some special meaning dance moves, while he held a stack of bills in one hand and kept crossing out the top bills with the other hand!

The bills flying out one after another continued to roll and fall slowly in the sealed windless space, and the atmosphere quickly reached its peak.