Traveling at the same time, creating the door of truth

America, a free country, fell into weakness after starting a financial war with a group of mixed-race families in Europe with thousands of bloodlines.

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

On the bronze table in front of her lay very bad news.

The development of a country is diversified, or in line with historical trends, and there is no possibility of sudden turning points or completely opposite changes.

It's like a certain emperor feels that this is wrong and I need to change the system and eradicate the corrupt civil service group, but the result is often to no avail.

That's the case with America.

Taking a deep breath, Lilith, who had already reached the position of parliament president, turned to look at the two people sitting next to her.

They are Ivan Lorsey of the Lorsey family and Dirkoff Kennedy of the Kennedy family.

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

"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 have nothing to suggest."

"Really?" Lilith turned to look at Dirkoff Kennedy.

What's your opinion?

Dirkoff reached for what Lilith had placed on the table.

This thick stack of documents describes the financial needs for the clean-up work following the collapse of the Balzac Cross-Sea Bridge.

The Balzac Bridge is a necessary commuting channel for the Port of Balzac. If it is not cleaned up, the port will be temporarily unusable.

This also means that Volkswagen vehicles such as Nissan, Toyota, Volcker, General Motors, Jaguar Land Rover, etc. will not be able to be exported to other parts of the world through the Port of Balzac.

This will add insult to injury to America, who is already in trouble.

If coupled with the union's troubles and the continued increase in the legitimate rights and interests of workers within the union, America can only use its trump card - crazy printing of US dollars, dragging the world to pay for its interests.

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

Lilith spoke plainly, but it made Ivan and Dirkoff feel deafening.

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

"No, Senator Lilith." Dirkoff shook his head and replied.

"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, why is this thing of yours so abstract! I feel like this is the first time I’ve met you!

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

"I am the Permanent Under-Secretary, your Permanent Secretary. Mr Ivan is your Permanent Private Secretary. I also have a Principal Private Secretary, who is the Principal Private Secretary to the Permanent Secretary. Directly under my jurisdiction are ten Deputy Deputy Secretary Secretary-General, eighty-seven deputy secretaries-general and 219 assistant secretaries..."

"The person directly under the jurisdiction of the chief private secretary is the parliamentary private secretary. According to the convention, you will get two parliamentary private secretaries, and then you can designate two parliamentary private secretaries of your own..."

After listening to Dirkoff's entire description, Lilith became somewhat calm.

Is there any worse news than the Balzac Bridge?

Yes, for example, because of the decay and aging of the bureaucratic machinery, America’s roots are completely rotten.

When I think about it, I suddenly feel that the collapse of a bridge is nothing, right?

As long as you find a worse place than a bad place, then this won't be a problem.

"This is the British system."

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

"America copied it from the British. This is tradition."

"...can they all type?"

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

After a pause, Dirkoff continued: "Mrs. Meyer is typing, she is the secretary."

"It's such a shame, we could all open an agency."

"Oh, Senator 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 handling of these companies?"

As Lilith spoke, she took out the documents she had prepared and pushed them in front of the two of them.

"We actually have no problem with it."

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

Well, it all smells like old salted fish that has been pickled.

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

“Get some fresh air, get rid of the so-called red tape and breathe life back into this creaking old bureaucratic machine.”

Dirkoff blinked and gave an example: "You mean a general cleaning."

"Yeah, a big cleanup, too many people just sitting behind desks."

As she said that, Lilith stiffened unconsciously, as if she was the kind of person sitting on the table.

Well...that's not important.

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

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

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

"Yes, no, no." Lilith shook her head and waved her hand: "I didn't mean to lay them off."

"I mean reasonable planning. This political machine is too bloated. I must cut off the unimportant parts and make the originally complex system clearer and more concise."

"What is unnecessary?" Ivan asked.

Lilith thought for a moment, then looked at Dirkoff.

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

With Lilith staring at him, Dirkoff took a deep breath and said helplessly: "Congressman Lilith, actually everyone here has a role. It's hard for me to evaluate who is useless."

"Really?" Lilith lowered her head and saw the information on the collapse of the Balzac Bridge in Dirkoff's hand, and thought of a question in her heart.

"What this machine did to the Balzac Bridge."

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

As if he was afraid that Lilith would not be able to understand, Dirkoff continued to explain: "Every secretary has his own scope of work."

"What's your range."

"Manage these secretaries."

"Evan, what about you?"

"Manage these secretaries."

After a moment of silence, Lilith asked with some confusion: "Whose responsibility is this work?"

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

So, I need to find a secretary who can judge [whose responsibility is responsible for this project].

You put this matryoshka doll away!

"Yes, Councilor Lilith, this is the scope of the secretary's work."

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

A mixed race with outstanding talents and superb intelligence, but still feeling helpless when faced with the compromise machine developed by various interest groups that has been entangled for two hundred years.