Chapter 226: America's National Conditions

America, the country of freedom, fell into weakness after launching a financial war with the mixed-race families with thousand-year-old bloodlines in Europe.

"It's really full of holes." Lilith Morgan rubbed her fingers.

On the bronze table before her lay very bad news.

The development of a country is diversified, or in other words, it conforms to the historical trend. There can be no sudden turn or drastically opposite changes.

It's like an emperor thinks this is wrong, and he needs to change the system and eradicate the corrupt civil service group, but the result is often to no avail.

That's what America is like.

Taking a deep breath, Lilith, who had already become the chairman of the council, turned her head and looked at the two people sitting beside her.

They are Ivan Lorsi from the Lorsi family and Deercliff Kennedy from the Kennedy family.

The former was wearing a neat suit, a white tie, and a standard watch for American government officials on his wrist.

"Mr. Ivan, do you have anything to say about these things?" Lilith asked him.

As Lilith's personal secretary, Mr. Ivan waved his hand and explained casually.

"I don't have anything to suggest."

"Really?" Lilith turned her head and looked at Deercliff Kennedy.

What do you think?
Deerkov reached out and picked up what Lilith had placed on the table.

This thick stack of documents describes the funding needs for the cleanup work regarding the collapse of the Balzac Bridge.

The Balzac Bridge is an essential commuting passage for the Port of Balzac. If it is not cleared properly, the port will be temporarily unusable.

This also means that Nissan, Toyota, Volkswagen, General Motors, Jaguar Land Rover and other mass-market cars will not be able to be exported to the world through the Port of Balzac.

This will add another blow to America's already poor situation.

If the unions continue to make trouble and demand the continued growth of the legal rights of the workers within the unions, then America will have no choice but to play its trump card - printing dollars crazily and dragging the world to pay for its interests.

"The inability of important ports to travel will lead to an increase in the prices of commodities such as grain and sugar, and increase the import and export funds of the northeast coast, which will have a very wide impact."

Lilith's words were plain, but they were deafening to Ivan and Deerkov.

"The key is that the media in various countries around the world need us to have a conversation."

"No, Councillor Lilith," Deercliff replied, shaking his head.

"The government has the right to choose not to answer their questions."

“Citizens have the right to know the truth.”

"Yes, they have the right to be deceived."

Lilith choked up. How come this thing of yours is so abstract? I feel like I'm seeing this for the first time!

Taking a deep breath, Lilith gritted her teeth and asked, "Who else is in this position?"

"I am the Permanent Under-Secretary, that is, your Permanent Secretary. Mr. Iven is your Permanent Private Secretary. I also have a Principal Private Secretary, and he is the Principal Private Secretary of the Permanent Secretary. Directly under my jurisdiction are ten Deputy Secretaries-General, eighty-seven Deputy Secretaries-General and two hundred and nineteen Assistant Secretaries..."

"Directly under the PPS is the PPS, and conventionally you get two PPSs, and then you can appoint two PPSs of your own..."

After listening to Deerkov's entire description, Lilith felt somewhat calm.

Is there any news worse than the Balzac Bridge?

Yes, for example, now because of the corruption and aging of the bureaucratic machine, the roots of America are rotten.

When I think about it this way, it suddenly seems like the collapse of a bridge is nothing, isn't it?

As long as you can find something worse than the worst, then it's not a problem.

“This is the British system.”

"Yes, Senator Lilith." Dirkoff pursed his lips and replied.

"America copied it from Britain. It's a tradition."

“…Can they all type?”

"No, none of us can type, Councillor Lilith."

After a pause, Deercliffe continued: "Mrs. Meyer typed, and she was the secretary." "What a pity, we could have opened an agency."

"Oh, Councillor Lilith, you really know how to joke."

Lilith flicked her wrist and sat up straight: "Okay, now it's time to get to the point."

“What are your opinions on the treatment of these companies?”

As Lilith spoke, she took out the documents that had been prepared long ago and pushed them in front of the two people.

“We actually have no problem with that.”

"Is that so?" Lilith clasped her hands together and glanced at the two people sitting in front of her.

Well, they all have the smell of pickled salted fish.

"It seems that this department must break free from the constraints of the tight bureaucratic system. We need to open the windows and let in fresh air." Lilith pointed to the window on the side of the room, her tone rising and falling.

"Bring in some fresh air, get rid of the so-called red tape, and give this creaking old bureaucratic machine some life back to life."

Deercliff blinked and gave an example: "You mean a big cleanup."

"Yes, a big cleanup, too many people just sit behind desks."

As she spoke, Lilith stiffened unconsciously, as if she were the kind of person sitting at the table.

Uh...it's not important.

Ignoring the mistake in her words, Lilith coughed lightly: "Of course not someone like me. We must now eliminate those who are causing trouble for each other."

"Clear it?" Ivan tilted his head, then turned to look at Deerkov.

"I think you mean to re-plan and deploy them." Deercliff summarized Lilith's key points.

"Yes, no, no." Lilith shook her head and waved her hand: "I'm not saying that they should be laid off."

"I mean reasonable planning. This political system is too bloated. I must cut out the unimportant parts and make the originally complex system clearer and simpler."

"What is unnecessary?" Ivan asked.

Lilith thought for a moment, then looked at Deerkov.

When it comes to knowing how this machine works, Derkoff is the real veteran.

Being stared at by Lilith, Deerkov took a deep breath and said helplessly: "Senator Lilith, in fact, everyone here has a role. It is difficult for me to judge who is useless."

"Really?" Lilith looked down and saw the information about the collapse of the Balzac Bridge in Derkoff's hand, and a question came to her mind.

“How this machine will do to the Balzac Bridge.”

"Actually, this is the secretary's job, and I am not responsible for this."

As if afraid that Lilith would not understand, Deercliff continued to explain: "Every secretary has his or her own scope of work."

“What’s your range.”

"Manage these secretaries."

"Ivan, what about you?"

"Manage these secretaries."

After a moment of silence, Lilith asked in confusion, "Who is responsible for this task?"

Deercliff replied seriously: "You need to ask the secretary in charge of this aspect."

So, I need to find a secretary who can decide who is responsible for this project.

You put this doll!

"Yes, Councillor Lilith, this is the scope of the secretary's job."

Listening to Ivan's words, Lilith covered her forehead and felt so hopeless for the first time.

A mixed race, with extraordinary talent and great intelligence, he is still helpless in the face of the compromise machine developed by various interest groups over two hundred years.

(End of this chapter)