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The members of the Dove Faction, who had been embroiled in a heated argument with the Hawk Faction, suddenly paused their dispute. They were representatives nurtured by the Four Major Grain Merchants, firmly aligned with their financial backers. How could they possibly agree to such a thing? Did the Centrists think they were fools?
Attempting to push through a bill that would harm their benefactors' interests while they were preoccupied with the Hawk Faction? It was a pipe dream. If the Centrists could exploit the discord between the factions, why couldn't they do the same?
One of them retorted, "We are currently discussing the most crucial decision regarding humanity's survival; all other matters can be addressed later." Delaying was the solution. If they could stall for time, the Four Major Grain Merchants would have profited from Federal Gold, and the Centrists would no longer bother to bring up this issue.
The Centrists, feeling dismissed, grew irritated. Did they really think they could be treated like clay? They immediately jumped into the fray: "We believe what the Hawk Faction is saying makes a lot of sense."
This infuriated the Dove Faction. What did that mean? Were they trying to take advantage of a crisis? Were they even human? Did they have no conscience at all?
A member of the Dove Faction who had previously dismissed the Centrists spoke up again: "Please don't act on impulse; this is a life-and-death decision for Humanity! We cannot afford to be reckless!"
The Centrists laughed heartily, their amusement unrestrained: "How are we being reckless? We genuinely believe that what the Hawk Faction says is quite reasonable."
Damn it! The members of the Dove Faction, representing the Four Major Grain Merchants, felt a wave of disdain for these fence-sitters. Regardless, he would not jeopardize the interests of the Four Major Grain Merchants.
Faced with the penetrating gazes of the Centrists and their colleagues from the Dove Faction, who looked either disdainful or suggestive, he chose neither to agree nor refuse. Instead, he decided to turn the tables using Centrist tactics: "By the way, I just remembered something. To protect the sacred personal property of the Public, I believe we should lift financial restrictions and allow them to continue trading."
When UFOs appeared over Metropolis, those Taoties on Financial Street in the Great Federation quickly sought ways to temporarily suspend trading on Exchanges through legislative measures. Otherwise, amidst public unrest, there would be a massive plunge in assets and panic selling that would severely impact these Taoties.
At the same time, these Taoties seized this opportunity during the Exchange shutdown to urgently manage various assets and prepare for an era of Alien Turmoil, ready to harvest in other countries and feast once more.
The proposal sparked an uproar among the three parties. The financial tycoons behind them, known as the capital sharks, had their interests at stake, and discussions about the so-called crisis of Humanity's survival were temporarily set aside.
Regardless of the Hawk Faction or the Dove Faction, this time they were unusually united, working together in a show of solidarity. They condemned everyone present, insisting that before any decisions could be made regarding Alien Life—whether to go to war or seek compromise—no other matters should be brought up.
Even within the Centrist faction, divisions emerged, signaling that discussions about the Four Major Grain Merchants should cease. Thus, they smoothly returned to the critical decision-making regarding Humanity's fate alongside Fack and Xie Te, determined to argue whether it would lead to war or compromise.
The audience was left dumbfounded.
"Capital truly knows no bounds; food prices can still soar during such times? They don't even care? I genuinely feel for the residents outside."
"Well, it's foreign affairs; that's just how it is. After all, they value freedom, so whether or not Humanity faces a crisis, raising prices is their prerogative."
"Ha! The brother up front seems to be providing insights, but I can always sense the humor lurking between the lines."
"Fack! What time is it? Why are we still worrying about trivial matters? We need to muster all our strength and eliminate the aliens!"
"Uh, I don’t understand, but I’m quite shocked. Have foreigners become so accustomed to this that they no longer find it strange?"
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