dognovel Chapter 373 Two Thousand
Chapter 373 Two Thousand
On the outskirts of Dela Leyen, Dog Nfassia, a member of the People's Commissariat for Planned Economy of the Union, was smoking silently by his car. His old classmate, whom he hadn't seen for many years, had invited him out. Even though he didn't have much free time as a member of the People's Commissariat for Planned Economy, he accepted his old classmate's invitation.
A brand-new car rolled over the gravel path, making a sound of stones rubbing against stones, and then a slightly overweight man walked over.
"Hey! Long time no see! Dog!"
"Holy crap, Fallon, how did you get so fat! Damn it!"
The two hugged each other. Since the revolution, he had not been in contact with these old classmates for a long time, and he had never expected that he would ride this winter wind all the way to this position.
"Hey, this is nothing! Oh! Why are you picking this kind of stuff? Come on, pick mine."
His classmate Fallon handed him a clean white cigarette. He immediately recognized it as a top-quality "Red Mansion" brand cigarette, which before the revolution cost him half a day's wages in a pack.
He took the cigarette, and Fallon skillfully lit it for him. The two of them began to smoke. At this moment, Fallon tentatively asked, "Aren't you working for the People's Committee for Planned Economy of the All-Union now? I have some information about that."
Enfacia nodded. Although the All-Union Planning Economic Committee was the first to connect to the "Ocas" automated management system, how to combine automation with the Amerlane Union had been a problem for a long time. Amerlane was essentially a free market economy, and after Alice left office, it became the world's largest free market.
The market is a tool, but a chaotic one. People have become accustomed to the market, but elsewhere, automated planned economies have proven to be the only way to avoid capitalist economic crises. In Amelansi, however, people are still used to the free market. Despite the formation of the union, many companies have been swept away by the revolutionary tide, and capital has fled to Brittany, a still relatively safe corner of the world.
Therefore, there are still calls today for the alliance to establish a market economy.
However, market economy has another serious problem: as free markets develop, they inevitably slide into capitalism. In the market, capital determines everything. If a proletarian country is enslaved by capital itself, what kind of society is that? What is the point of their revolution?
All their struggles today are for an equal society, not a society where some people can step on others. What they want is a society where success can be achieved through equal effort, not a society where one's status, honor, and class are determined at birth.
He had a vague feeling about these things, but more than that, he felt a sense of responsibility for his current career.
Fallon was actually here today to make contact with Enfacia. He knew that as a member of the All-Union Committee, Enfacia must have considerable power.
However, he wasn't advising Enfacia to preserve the market today; the person who paid him didn't ask him to do that. Instead, it was something very market-oriented.
"I have a friend, he..."
"Ok?"
“He has some businesses in the south, which are our common businesses. I’d like to ask you for a favor.”
In fact, Fallon came to him today only to request that Enfacia stop freezing the assets of a company and designate them as so-called "foreign assets" so that the company could be transferred to the Republic of Corsica through Corsica's "international commercial amnesty order." After all, this was personally issued by the government after the alliance was established, and no matter what, Emerald still needs allies.
"Cough cough cough... This cigarette is too strong, ugh, I'm still not used to it."
Enfacia saw what Fallon was holding; it was a check from the Corsican Bank.
"Sigh, I really don't know how to tell you this, Fallon, Fallon. Whether it's those people behind you or you, I can't do anything about these things. You know, these matters must be overseen by Cardinal Alice, and..."
Enfacia were not only seasoned members, but Alice gave them all something even bigger before she left.
"Alice, give me two tens of millions."
He held out two fingers.
"You must do things that benefit the proletariat and the people, and never force Alice to sacrifice her own family for the greater good."
He refused. Fallon didn't say anything, just advised him to think it over, and then drove away.
Not long after, a black SUV drove along the same path and stopped beside him. When he saw the car, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat and goosebumps.
It turned out to be four burly men in leather jackets, with cold eyes, black sunglasses, and badges that read "General Bureau of Internal Affairs and Discipline Inspection of the Entire Alliance." The man at the head of the group gave him an unexpected "surprise."
"Katarzyna Jelfassky.......?"
“Come with us. Don’t worry, Comrade Enfasiah. We’ve seen and heard everything, but for the sake of the revolution, you must come with us.”
Enfasia had no choice but to get into the car. He hoped everything would be alright; at least he had verbally refused. He wondered where these agents had gotten their intelligence.
...After emerging from the "secret location," Enfasia's first thought was to check the time. Alice's two "ten million"s were no joke, he thought, and then glanced back.
"All-Alliance Internal Affairs and Discipline Inspection Bureau"
He opened the door of his car, started the engine, and dared not linger there for another second. The sight of the sword and shield was unsettling. He drove out of the parking lot and left the former Amerlane CIA building.
"...Two tens of millions...?"
Carter Jerfaski nodded. Alice's two tens of millions were indeed intriguing, and in fact, they had been achieved. During this period, the director was extremely busy because of Alice's orders, precisely because of Alice's two tens of millions.
Alice warned them that they were the sword, the sword of Damocles hanging over the head of every official, and that when someone fell into corruption, the sword and shield of revolution would be in action.
Zelfasky sighed, downed his coffee in one gulp, and the steel man threw himself back into his work.
He also had two "ten thousands": "Never be loyal to the revolution, and never do anything to betray the country and the people."