While the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces were busy preparing to go to Yan'an to deliver supplies, the President of M country was doing something he thought was "meaningful".

One day in early January 2014, a huge villa in the suburbs of Washington, USA.

The villa covers a wide area and is under strict vigilance outside the wall. If a pervert passes by, he will be surprised to see the person in charge of the White House Special Guard. Of course, even the most courageous person will not take the initiative to come forward to chat with him, and no one is willing to cause trouble for himself.

One after another, the 66 luxury cars continued to rush into the tightly guarded doors. A careful guard found that these vehicles were not all license plates of the Washington region. Several were even a sign of the Boston area thousands of miles away, but without exception. These luxury cars were bulletproof cars.

A figure in charge of the gate guard kept bent down, lowered his head to visit the people in the car, and his face was filled with smiles, so that a guard could not bear to see the flattering smile of his superiors, and could not help but turn his face to avoid watching this disgusting scene.

After watching the last car drive through the gate to the villa deep in the manor, the official finally straightened his waist that had been bent for a long time, rubbed his neck and scrutinized his subordinates around him. Seeing everyone's eyes slanted and undisguised look of contempt, he finally reacted and said in anger: "Ciry, and you, John! Put away your face and despise me? I despise me for being servile? Tell you, you are not qualified at all. Do you think you are the White House guards, agents, and military elites can see everything? Do you think you are used to high-ranking government officials and can lift your nose to the sky? What a group of ignorant young people!"

Perhaps because everyone is too familiar with each other, the guards at the door did not express much awe towards their chief Lieutenant Colonel Bob, and they did not care about his words just now. Everyone chose to ignore Bob's words of excuse.

Lieutenant Colonel Bob said halfway to save the lost face, half showing off, "If you knew who those people who just entered were, maybe you wouldn't have laughed at me secretly. No, you not only won't laugh at me, but also blame me for not doing better!" Bob nodded firmly, "Yes, it must be like this. When you stand in my position, you will definitely behave worse than me!"

"So who are these people?" Xiri, who had just been scolded by Bob, raised his huge head and tentatively tentatively.

Surprisingly, Bob did not answer directly, but turned around and stared at the villa in the distance, and said to himself in a low voice, "What are they doing?"

Bob didn't know what these people were doing, but President Roosevelt, the temporary user of this M-g government property, knew it clearly, because these people were invited by him to come.

President Roosevelt was in the office, using his slender fingers to gently connect the thick silver gray backwards. The housekeeper Roman secretly watched the situation outside through the window glass.

"President, I have a problem. Although I should not be involved in politics, what you do today is really difficult for me to understand. It's really uncomfortable to hold it in my heart. "Roman took a big comb, walked around behind the president, took over the "self-reliance" of Mr. President, and gently combed Roosevelt's hair.

Roosevelt smiled, "Haha, Roman, as a housekeeper, you are indeed very qualified. Unfortunately, you don't understand politics. Otherwise, I would have arranged you in the Intelligence Bureau. There are too few people in the Intelligence Bureau, and I have not controlled it so far."

The president once again began his imaginative thinking. Roman couldn't keep up with his thoughts. He tried hard to think for a long time and finally gave up in vain.

"You know, those guys from the Intelligence Bureau are clearly obeying the M government and obeying me, but this is not the case in secret. They have a general backing." Roosevelt smiled and said "prompt".

Roman's hand stagnated, showing that he was "thinking". But after a few seconds, he resumed his smooth movements. Roosevelt knew that this loyal servant and friend had not thought through this question, so he immediately aroused the desire to convince people. "Roman, you guy, you don't understand, and you still have to ask. It's really a brain to tell you that you don't understand. Just like this, you bring my "Capital"."

Soon, the thick "Das Kapital" was taken over by Roman with a frown and gently placed it on Roosevelt's legs. Roman knew that the president was about to start his annoying "speech" that he was difficult to understand again.

"No, listen to this passage." Roosevelt quickly turned to the page with a bookmark, "Capital, capital comes to the world, from head to toe, every pore is dripping with blood and dirty things. Capital is afraid of no profit or too little profit, just like nature is afraid of vacuum. Once there is a proper profit, capital becomes bold. If there is a profit of 10%, it is guaranteed to be used everywhere; if there is a profit of 20%, it becomes active; if there is a profit of 50%, it takes risks; for the sake of 10%, it dares to trample on all human laws; if there is a profit of 30%, it is profit of 30%, it is profit of 50%, it takes risks; for the sake of 10%, it dares to trample on all human laws;

, it dares to commit any crime or even risk being stormed. "Capital is a value that can bring surplus value. "As a capitalist, he is only a personified capital, and his soul is the soul of capital. And capital only has a life instinct, which is to add value itself and obtain surplus value." Capital is the capitalist production relationship, "capital is not a thing, but a certain, social, and a certain historical social form of production relationship. It is reflected in a thing and gives this thing a unique social nature." Therefore, the essence of capital is greed and profit-seeking."

Roosevelt raised his head, "By the line, I am a capitalist. I don't deny what Marx said. To a large extent, he explained many phenomena in the world today, which is very reference."

A white mist filled Roman's forehead.

The excited Roosevelt did not let him go and continued, "Bah! There are a few clowns who actually said that I don't understand the economy and said that the new economic policy I have developed is the ** system, so what's wrong? It's easy to use."

Roosevelt, who was still unsatisfied, opened another page, "No, there is still this period, when capitalism develops to a certain stage, it will reach imperialism, material richness, and the people will begin to awaken. After reaching imperialism, the budding of socialism will begin and finally achieve **."

Seeing that Roman was about to faint, Roosevelt had to end his "wave" and close the book.

Roman, who recovered, found an inappropriate problem, "When Russia achieved the goal of achieving the goal, the material was not abundant, which did not match what you said. How could he become the goal?"

"Oh, is this question? They were too hasty to rush to help grow. It's hard to say what will happen in the future after skipping the inevitable stage. Huh? You actually asked such a profound question. It seems that I have learned something with me." Roosevelt bit his cigarette mouth and looked at the old housekeeper with some mockery.

The butler who received praise suddenly became enlightened and another question came to mind, "How many of the "capitalists" you invited today are not from the Democratic Party. Will they serve your purpose?"

"Yes, yes." Roosevelt comforted him with a smile, happy that Roman was able to feel this problem. Bah, the so-called Republican and Democratic Party are just two legs on the giant, which are essentially the same.

"Roman, if you can be as smart as you are today, I'm going to arrange you. Are you interested in the position of Deputy Director of the CIA?" Roosevelt looked at his housekeeper with a smile.

The great president of M country, Roosevelt, who was fighting for his third term in a wheelchair with polio, smiled and received these 66-six-stop "big figures" in his private and spacious study.

The person who came in later saw the person who had arrived in the room, was startled without exception, and then concealed the surprise expression he showed because he was not deep enough. Only Roosevelt kept greetings as confidently as he was.

There are 7 people who are fortunate to attend this meeting personally invited by the President. Each one is the helmsman of the famous large consortium in the United States today. They are the final decision-makers or plenipotent representatives of the Rockefeller consortium, Morgan consortium, DuPont consortium, Boston consortium, Mellon consortium, Cleveland consortium, Chicago consortium. Behind these people represent almost all industries, including banks, oil, steel, automobiles, aircraft, arms, textiles, food, etc., representing the strong capital of more than 600 million US dollars behind them. Due to money derivative transactions, these 600 million have been amplified many times by them, and money has made them the real masters of this country. In addition, they also represent the voices of more than 100 senators and members of the House of Representatives under their control. (600 million is equivalent to more than 2 trillion now)

Each of them had received a separate notice from President Roosevelt, saying that there was a major matter to discuss, so they left their work behind and traveled thousands of miles to come from their respective base camps. After entering the venue, so many familiar faces appeared, and everyone realized that this meeting was not simple.

Although the weathered helmsmen realize this, their sinister character developed over the years and their habitual post-control practices still restrict their active distractions from even a little emotional fluctuation, the practice of not actively calling out does not include Morgan's Jr. Morgan's and Lawrence, the representative of the Boston Consortium.

As soon as they met, they lost the gentlemanly demeanor they had developed for many years. They thrust the feathers on their necks like fighting roosters and stared at each other.

Facing Lawrence, Morgan narrowed his eyes and opened a bad head in a sarcastic tone, "Oh? The son-in-law of the Rowell family, your consortium still relies on marriage to maintain its operation? Do you know, this is outdated? I don't understand, why did you come, why didn't that tall and handsome little Kennedy come? I think it's not that annoying!"

Lawrence clenched his fists, stared at his opponent hard, and warned word by word: "Go back and tell you that old daddy, let you reach out to the dirty hands of the insurance industry in the Boston area. That's our territory. Remember, this is a very, very formal notice, effective immediately!"

The little Morgan was not willing to be outdone, and his eyes suddenly opened to an exaggerated level: "Oh? If you want to say that, please go back and summon your son-in-law, son, father-in-law, and withdraw from the arms field. You must know that it is our territory!"

Rockefeller next to him saw a little advantage, coughed gently, and joined the battle group, "I agree, don't participate in unfamiliar areas, what do you want us to eat?" After saying that, he looked at Little Morgan proudly, obviously standing on Little Morgan's side.

Lawrence was extremely angry, and was obviously at a disadvantage against two. He said angrily: "We two speak, what do you mean by an executioner who slaughtered miners?" (Rockefeller Jr. once colluded with the National Guard to massacre coal miners on strike, known in history as Ruthul's massacre.)

The other bigwigs silently watched the battle scenes full of gunpowder. Such scenes were not visible in formal occasions, and there were many in private occasions. However, this almost hand-to-hand noise was the first time that the three major consortiums saw each other. It was really satisfying! No one was willing to come forward to persuade them.
Chapter completed!