District 1, Campaign Office No. 2.
The gerbil looked grim, as if it had swallowed a fly.
He sat on the large, soft, camel-colored leather sofa, looked at the composed middle-aged man in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "This condition... I'm afraid we can't agree to it."
He waited in this central hall all night, and continued to wait after dawn, until this afternoon evening, when he finally met the busy second-in-command.
The middle-aged man before me was handsome and had an aristocratic air. He looked to be no more than 40 years old and was wearing a well-tailored high-class official's suit. He was the current leading figure of the neutral party and had the support of the former leader's clan. Despite his youth, he wielded a great deal of power.
His ability to stand out from the neutral party, break through the encirclement, and successfully participate in the election is enough to prove his competence.
The leader's clan wants to support a new ruling party and ban the current radical faction.
They are too audacious. Sandcastle's current development can only seek stability, otherwise one wrong step will lead to a series of mistakes.
However, the radical faction is very powerful and difficult to suppress, and the conservatives have successfully joined forces with them. To be honest, the situation in this major election is very bad, especially for the old interest groups in Sandburg, who are the hardest hit.
This person is named Zheng Shishu, and he is the sole spokesperson for the old-brand Crocodile Head Sandcastle.
The young man standing behind him, hands clasped behind his back, remained silent. He was tall, wore a black round hat, and had a pair of bright blue eyes.
Wu Yuchuan, a psionic expert.
Rumor has it that he possesses a technique for 'seeing through illusions,' which allows him to easily discern other people's lies.
As Zheng Shishu's political secretary, he was an invaluable asset.
But for gerbils, this was an unfair negotiation from the start.
Although he had made preparations, he was still shocked by Zheng Shishu's conditions.
He demanded intervention in the pharmaceutical business in the Black Street that had been supported by conservatives, requested an iron ore deposit, and agreed to hire Black Street laborers at the lowest possible price at any time, promising to resolve the crisis in the Black Street.
"Obviously, we can't control the profits from the drugs; that's Elder Jiang's business. If we mess with that line, it will affect the market for organs and slaves. The conservatives only agreed to provide us with drug supplies because they used these two lines to conduct biomedical research and various human trials in the First District. This... I really can't make that decision."
The gerbil voiced his concerns.
Zheng Shishu laughed and said, "The smuggling of organs and slaves has nothing to do with me. If Black Street wants to get out of this danger, you can only agree to my conditions. I want a large share of the profits from the medicine as funds to operate for your Black Street. Radicals are not easy to deal with. Is this your understanding? It's too cheap."
That's right.
If the profits from the drugs were distributed to Zheng Shishu.
Then the risks and consequences would have to be borne by the gerbil, and even by the entire Black Street.
Slavery, organ trafficking, and mining are the mainstays of the underworld, and even the slightest impact on them would pose a great risk.
Zheng Shishu was testing his resolve, to see if he really wanted to lead the Black Street gang to overturn the table with the conservatives.
And this kind of test is, of course, real.
He couldn't possibly forgo the profits from pharmaceuticals; rather, he presented them as a compelling condition.
This is not only a free meal, but also a situation where they just walk away after eating. If anything goes wrong in the future, the Black Street will still have to pay the Neutral Party the same compensation, while Zheng Shishu will remain unaffected. It's clear that they are using the Black Street's resources to ask for money.
Zheng Shishu laughed and said, "You don't need to worry. As long as you continue to provide organs and slave goods to the conservatives, even if Jiang Tianshu finds out about your deal with me, he won't interfere."
The gerbil's lips twitched; it meant no.
But if he tries to mess with me, I'll be in an even more passive position.
If the drug supply is cut off, the consequences will be unimaginable. At that time, I will not only have to bear the risks and losses, but I will also have to pay you the full amount.
That's an ugly way of eating...
"Black Street is a project created by the conservatives. No matter how stupid Jiang Tianshu is, he won't let Black Street lose its value or let you rot away completely. What you're worried about is actually meaningless. Of course, I will compensate you for the lost mine in other ways. In the future, I will try my best to solve some of the employment problems of third-class citizens for you. How about that?"
In fact, gerbils are not without their trump cards.
The operating funds Qin Che gave him were his trump card.
But the gerbil believes that now is not the time to hand over the money.
He was facing a ruling party that was as fierce as wolves and tigers.
Every step had to be taken with utmost care.
Upon thinking of Qin Che, the shrew instantly exhaled. At present, resolving the standoff between the Black Street and the military is the most important thing. If any problems arise in the future, he can use his share of the profits to tide him over.
However, the subsequent loss of a mine will plunge Black Street into utter despair.
Without this source of income, countless people would go hungry.
As for the employment issue promised by Zheng Shishu, Shan Shu could naturally tell that such a deal was not worthwhile, and was even very likely to be an empty promise.
But he had no other choice.
Because the basis of this negotiation is the Gerald himself's promise to confess to the Conservative Party.
At the same time the deal was reached, the shrew would provide Zheng Shishu with intelligence on the conservatives, becoming the eyes and ears of the neutral party in the fourth and fifth districts.
If one day the neutral party overturns the table, this evidence will be Zheng Shishu's weapon.
And he, the gerbil, will lose all his usefulness.
There's not much we can do, and besides... time is of the essence.
Should I agree or not?
The gerbil slowly rose and bowed. "Your Excellency, please give me some more time to consider. I will give you a satisfactory answer."
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