A Wrecked Ship

If His Majesty the Gefra Emperor were sitting in the Federal President's office at this moment, the President might smile and say, "That's it?" to express his surprise.

He wasn't trying to mock anyone. He genuinely felt that way. Such a minor matter could trigger a financial crisis—it was truly surprising, and it also made the President realize that Gefra's financial order was more fragile than he had imagined.

If something like this happened in the Federation... The President looked at Truman. "Would we face this kind of risk?"

The latter gave him a very definite answer. "Mr. President, this kind of thing could never happen in the Federation."

The President nodded in satisfaction. Sure enough, the Federation's entire social and political system was still quite sound. It was just that what he had in mind was actually somewhat different from what everyone else had in mind.

At least, everyone else was thinking, Our capitalists really are much better than Gefra's capitalists. That idea had even become the mainstream view.

"Then can we use this incident to do something?" The President quickly slipped into his role. The Department of Defense had already briefed him, so he knew the core issue of this meeting.

He looked at the others, set down the fountain pen in his hand, and leaned back slightly in his chair. "More than two years ago, we also suffered a financial crisis. We made it through, but it dealt a heavy blow to our country and society."

"Now the Gefrans are facing the same problems. I don't think standing by as an onlooker serves the Federation's interests. Perhaps we should do something."

After he finished speaking, the Department of Defense representative took over. "Yes, Mr. President."

"Two years ago, the same thing happened to us. At the time,