According to the Federation’s legal provisions, political donations are divided into two types.
The first type is individual contributions, which are not subject to regulation.
The Federation has so many people, and many are willing to donate to the politicians they support, even if they can’t afford to eat or are wandering the streets, when it’s ti to donate, they still give every penny of their money as donation. When the ti cos, their accounts will transfer a sum of money to so politician’s donation account.
This is one of the three major miracles of the Federation, where everyone is passionate about politics!
Of course, as there are so many donors, governnt agencies cannot monitor each person’s donation purposes and post-donation actions.
To minimize the use of political donations for the purpose of delivering benefits, Federation law stipulates that individual donors cannot donate more than the monthly minimum inco of the local area each year.
In other words, according to the Federation’s current "Minimum Wage Law," most people’s annual donations cannot exceed about two hundred and forty dollars; if exceeded, it’s illegal, and it requires an investigation.
One person donating over two hundred dollars doesn’t solve much; everyone thinks so, what can over two hundred dollars do?
Thus, there is another donation thod, large donations.
This donation thod does not limit whether the donor source is an individual or a group, nor does it limit how much they can donate at once, but the money is monitored!
The campaign office has dedicated personnel monitoring these funds’ changes; even if soone buys a cup of coffee for one dollar, it could be involved in a corruption and occupational cri investigation.
Furthermore, after the campaign ends, if any funds remain unused, there are corresponding processing asures, unlike the other type of donation, which silently disappears into the accounts of so individuals.
After all, who knows how to return the remaining funds to their true owners? But if it’s a large sum, it’s easier to handle.
This is just the basic rule. In practice, if soone truly donates a large sum of money, it usually gets used imdiately, and those politicians won’t give certain individuals the chance to take the money back out of the campaign account.
But having soone monitor every fund movent in the campaign is definitely not a fun experience. Those who truly know how to deepen relationships with politicians never donate such large amounts in one go.
They have many employees, and they will donate money to the politicians using the employees’ nas.
An individual’s two hundred forty dollars might not achieve much, but ten thousand employees are two million and four hundred thousand — this is just ideal.
In fact, it’s impossible for everyone to donate the sa amount to a campaign account at the sa ti through the sa bank, so the Federation has specialists to handle these issues.
Where there’s benefit, there will be people!
These individuals will donate money of varying sums into the campaign account under different nas and accounts, absolutely leaving no trace of weakness. Naturally, their fees aren’t cheap, but it’s all worth it.
Among the Federation’s capitalists, there’s a phrase —
You gave the President, and he will repay you several tis over, in other ways!
When the President suddenly ntioned Lynch’s number of employees, it wasn’t because he was genuinely concerned about Lynch’s business to the point of counting how many people he employed; he was rely expressing his expectations.
Roughly akin to "I can agree with what you said; now consider if you can accept this price."
Forty to fifty thousand people, at current rates, approximates to six to seven million Federation Sol.
Lynch’s response was generous, donating directly based on fifty thousand employees, seven to eight million, or maybe even a bit more, possibly reaching tens of millions. As for the exact final amount, depends on how much Lynch writes on the check.
However, this is an excellent result; the President got what he wanted, believing Lynch will use all his connections to aid in his successful election, helping him gain the upper hand.
There’s no need to speak out such minor matters; voicing them would lower the tone a bit.
"Lynch, talking with you today has been very rewarding. You’ve provided answers to things I hadn’t thought of before; I look forward to our next discussion!" the President remarked.
Lynch knew it ant their discussion was nearly concluded and it was ti to wrap up. He finished his coffee and stood up, "Of course, Mr. President, however, I hope to select the location for our next eting."
The President paused slightly, uncertain of Lynch’s aning, but certainly wouldn’t oppose it. After all, they had just agreed on a big business deal, "Naturally, that’s not an issue, but I am very curious, where will it be?"
"At the victory celebration party we host for you!"
...
Stepping out of the President’s office, Lynch stood on the staircase outside the President’s Mansion, facing the bright sunlight, as he put on his glasses.
Mr. Truman stood beside him; looking at Lynch nearby, he couldn’t help but ask, "Where did you learn these things?"
As he spoke, he took a step forward, "Your appearance always reminds how young you are, yet I sohow overlook the fact that you’re still very young; I have no clue where you learned these things."
These things are not sothing one can learn without a verbal transmission; ordinary people fundantally can’t acquire them.
This isn’t a joke. Even if an ordinary Federation citizen suddenly becos extraordinarily wealthy due to so good fortune and gets access to certain upper-society matters, lacking depth, they aren’t qualified to directly engage in discourse with the President.
Most turn to find so broker to act as an agent to complete such money-power transactions, requiring them to pay more to receive half the friendship and promises, as the brokers swallow the rest.
But Lynch seed to know everything, understand everything, which gave Mr. Truman an inexplicable sense of frustration. If he also ca from another world, he would surely know a very wise saying—age has all gone to a dog’s body.
Unfortunately, he’s a local here, unaware of this very philosophical and wise saying, he could only instinctively marvel at Lynch’s marvels.
Lynch turned his head to look at him, half-smiling, "Everything cos from life!"
"Damn it all, life!"
"Want to give you a lift?"
"No need..."
Just as Lynch was about to descend the steps and leave, Mr. Truman suddenly called him, "Jenia’s here, maybe you can go chat with her."
Lynch waved his hand and left without looking back.
Jenia’s arrival was indeed sowhat unexpected, but only sowhat unexpected. After the surprise, Lynch roughly understood the reason for Jenia’s low-key visit to the Federation at this ti.
This is a signal. Gafura’s promotion of joint military exercises is a strong military stance, so naturally, there needs to be so political compromise.
The proud Emperor Gafura couldn’t possibly call the President to say so humble words, he just happened to take advantage of the "cultural exchange" Lynch negotiated with Gafura to send an unofficial delegation to visit the Federation.
Though it’s an unofficial delegation, with Jenia in it, this unofficial aspect seems less unofficial.
This is a statent, a way to ease the opposing emotions that might arise due to the joint military exercises, and very effectively so.
At this mont, Jenia had just co out of the bathroom. The temperature in Bupen is a bit warr than in Gafura, but not the kind of humid heat, yet it doesn’t feel comfortable either.
She had just taken a bath, now casually lying on the spacious soft bed in a bathrobe, watching the Federation’s TV.
There are so snack bags on the bed, so of which have been ripped open, with things like popcorn, chocolate donuts, etc.
There’s no denying that the Federation’s "decadent life" is quite to Jenia’s satisfaction.
There are no royal protocols here, no so-called traditions of the Gafura people, and the hosts on TV lack sufficient respect for politicians.
She even saw on TV that a politician broke down because a host was mocking them, if this happened in Gafura, this host would probably soon lose their job.
The dignity of the nobles is not to be tarnished, that’s Gafura, rigid, dull.
Not like here, everything is filled with a lively and free atmosphere, even the damn air slls like strawberries!
She was biting a strand of hair hanging from her hair bun, eating snacks while watching TV and smirking foolishly when the doorbell rang.
She was a bit surprised, but thinking that she just arrived in the Federation, those fools surely have so matters to discuss with her, she had no choice but to stand up, tidy herself up, and then go open the door.
This was a suite, nearly two hundred square ters, with very tight security asures, she wasn’t worried about any bad guys approaching this place.
Just as she opened the door, she saw an unexpected person.
"Lynch, why are you here..."
"Hmm?"
"Hiss..."
"Oh!"
With a bang, the door slamd shut.
...
Half an hour later, Lynch ca out of the bathroom. Jenia was sitting on the bed, holding a phone, "I had soone bring you a set of clothes, still your brand..."
She pointed to the clothes on the floor, without feeling shy about not wearing clothes, as the two of them had spent quite so ti shalessly together in Gafura, there was nothing left to hide.
After nodding, Lynch took so wine from the bar and sat at the bedside. As he was sipping..., he asked, "You ca so suddenly this ti, is it because you missed ?"
"Are you trying to get information out of ?", Jenia looked up at Lynch, eting his gaze, effortlessly exposing the underlying aning of Lynch’s words.
Naturally, Lynch didn’t deny, "Yes, I’m trying to get information out of you."
"You’re really shaless!"
Lynch couldn’t help but laugh, "I have an even more shaless side, wanna see?"
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