Charlie Harry Warren is no stranger to chatting with Gastens. A long time ago, Gastens liked to chat with them, talk about capital, communism, and exploitation. Later, everyone's knowledge level continued to improve. Gastens sometimes told strange stories, and Charlie Harry and his companions also listened to it with relish. To be normal, he could not feel uncomfortable with chatting with Gastens at Gastens's home. However, when he sat in front of Gastens again, he found that he could not say anything.

"Charlie Harry", Gastens seemed to understand Charlie Harry's mood very well and took the initiative to open up the topic, "What do you think our country is in after the signing of the Ice River Treaty?"

Don't talk about corruption?

Charlie Harry Warren was a little puzzled, but this did not affect his answer to Gastens's question.

"I think the overall international environment is stable. It is impossible for several major opponent countries to engage in military confrontation with us unless they go crazy. As you said, we have entered a new era of economic construction and a new era of peaceful development."

This conclusion was jointly drawn by the Communist Party's Council. Charlie Harry was familiar with these words and read them casually. He looked at Gastens sitting opposite him and observed him. Under the dim pyroxene light, Gastens, who was only twenty-eight years old, had slightly gray hair and wrinkles on his forehead. Charlie Harry knew that it was the price of leading Ankenryin to find his own path under the long-term and huge pressure.

"You are right. Not fighting is a good thing, and peaceful development is also a good thing. However, peaceful development does not mean that we have no enemies, class enemies are always against us, and our inner selfish desires are also against us at all times. If we succumb to selfish desires, if we succumb to our enemies, we will lose ourselves and our ideals."

"Boss..."

Charlie Harry knew that when only he and the boss were left in the living room, there was no doubt about who the boss was talking about this. He hesitated for a moment, but he still couldn't hold it back. After all, according to the habits within the party, it was the most basic requirement to just say something.

"Boss, I think that we, who are killed by life and death, have taken the most risk to achieve the current results. With such great achievements, we should be better to ourselves, right? I don't say that I can do things that violate the law and discipline. I just eat better, live better, and get more money for myself, right? In history, in the historical stories you told us, which founding ministers are not titles and half of Fidelity? I don't want so much money, and I can't spend so much money. But it's always right for me to eat a few bites of meat and sleep with a beautiful woman?"

Looking at Charlie Harry Warren with obvious confusion on his face, Gastenth felt heartbroken. He suddenly realized that he was too negligent in the ideological management within the party? Although he had always been promoting the party members to maintain good discipline and ethics through various methods, almost no one in Elena had been executed. Do these people feel that they are easy to bully because of this?

"Charlie Harry, what you said makes sense," Gastens carefully sipped in black leaf tea, thinking about his words, "But, as I have always said, the reason why we can win is because we have the support of the people. The reason why the enemy loses is because they lose the support of the people. And in this world, the people, farmers, and workers are the brightest people. How do you become an official, how do you manage them, and whether you have selfish intentions, they can see clearly. If our Communist Party members are like you, thinking about getting benefits for themselves, and even distorting the power given to you by the people in their hands. Then, the people will inevitably push you from this position one day in the future. So, Charlie Harry, although we have won the war, it is difficult for us to win people's hearts. Do you know that this battle against the hearts of mankind may last for a long time."

"Boss..."

When Charlie Harry heard the boss say this, he knew that the boss did not agree with his opinion. He thought about it and said.

"But, boss, we beat us to death, but in the end we didn't catch anything. Some old brothers and brothers were injured. This is not like the result that the winner should have. If we had known that we would not be able to make anything in the end, maybe many people would not have participated in the revolution at the beginning."

"Charlie Harry!"

Gastenth's tone became heavier. He didn't expect that Charlie Harry had already thought of this step, "Your idea is very dangerous! We have never launched a revolution for our own selfishness, but for the liberation of the serf class and the working class and let the proletariat live a good life. You say this, it is equivalent to questioning the most basic goal of the revolution!"

"Boss, I'm not!"

Charlie Harry stood up and pointed to the pyroxene elf on the table, "I am now a high-ranking official and have seen some rich people in the province. These people make a fortune by doing border trade, and some of them have purely historical background. Before the rebellion, I never thought that I could be with them equally. But now that the rebellion has been successful and the revolution has been successful, I found that I still cannot be on an equal footing with them. Although many of their families have fallen, they have a wealthy foundation and are not short of money. Looking at their lives and thinking about their lives, I decided that it is unfair in my heart! Why are the eliminated rich people still living and living a prosperous life? Why are we always working hard for the poor families?"

"Charlie Harry, do you know that people's hearts will not be content."

Gastens stood up and poured a cup of tea for Charlie Harry. He picked up the pyroxene elf, looked at it carefully, and then gently put it down.

"Once upon a time, such a pyroxene elves could sell hundreds of serfs like me. But now, the pyroxene elves you have can exceed ten at any time as long as you want. We are no longer the same as we used to be. We have become free citizens, and we can also become rich, rich, or even nobles, right? People are always unsatisfied, and people are always moving forward. This is not a bad thing, but we must be careful not to let our desires blind our ideals."

Charlie Harry looked at the pyroxene elves on the table and looked at her. The small pyroxene elves had a concave figure, thin and transparent wings, as if they would squirt twice at any time and fly up gently. He hesitated for a while, and finally decided to continue speaking bluntly.

"Boss, I am a stupid person and I can't hide things in my heart. I just said that during the revolution, we used the most difficult and simple concept to demand ourselves, and I understand this. But now we are the most powerful country in the world, and our products are sold to every country in this continent, and every country in this continent is selling us all kinds of products, hoping to exchange for our goddess coins. At this time, why can't we let the brothers who conquer the world together live a good life?"

Gastens was silent again. He knew that on the road of revolution, there would be people who would part ways, but he did not expect that so soon, and that person was so close to him.

"Charlie Harry, what are the good days you want when you were a serf?"

"Eat a full meal, take a day off, take a shower, and have a house that doesn't leak and doesn't smell."

Charlie Harry answered quickly.

"What about now? Have you fulfilled these wishes?"

"I achieved it. But—"

"But you want better, I know," Gastens stood up and began to pace. "It's nothing wrong to want better, but you can't use public power to seek personal gain for yourself, and you can't break the law. This is my bottom line, and this is also the people we hated before. If you become the person you hate and you turn yourself into the exploiting class, do you think our revolution has succeeded?"

"I'm not an exploiting class!"

"Wouldn't you take the pyroxene from them to exploit the public power?"

"this……"

Charlie Harry stopped. He knew that Gastens was different from himself. The legendary figure who created this country seemed to have no selfish desires at all. In his sight, it seemed that there was only this country and the people of this country.

"Okay, brother," Gastens knew that Charlie Harry had a completely different idea from himself, "You walked with me until now, and I don't want to give up on you. In this way, from tomorrow, you don't want to be the prime minister. You go down and go to Onborg Province, go and be a farmer there, go see, go for a walk. OK?"

"Why?"

Charlie Harry raised his head, with confusion and a slight fear in his eyes. He didn't want to go back to the days before, nor did he want to lose his power.

"Because we can only know why we set out in the first place by recalling the past," Gastens held Charlie Harry's hand, "I'll give you a month to hide your identity and not give you the guards. Just treat yourself as a new serf who wants land and go to Onborg Province to see it, okay?"

"I……"

Charlie Harry hesitated for a while, and finally made up his mind.

"I'll try it."

"very good."

Gastens nodded, poured himself another cup of tea, and said seemingly unintentionally.

"Before leaving, I'll hand over all the things you collected."

Charlie Harry trembled, nodded, and stopped talking. The two of them drank the pot of tea in silence. Charlie Harry stood up and said goodbye, and Gastens delivered it to the door.

"Brother, I hope you can come back."

Gastens looked at Charlie Harry, and the light of pyroxene shot from his back, illuminating Charlie Harry's face. The country's deputy prime minister's face was intertwined, wrinkles were covered with vicissitudes of life.

"I...I will be back."

Charlie Harry saluted and disappeared into the darkness. Gastens sighed softly and closed the door.

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Three days later, the Communist Party's Parliamentary Council announced the establishment of the Discipline Inspection Bureau, with Sink Warren as the director.

Five days later, Gastens launched a major cleaning operation, arresting 124 Communist Party officials across the country, and convening public trial meetings to hear their corruption. All the people participating in the meeting applauded. Among the 124 officials arrested, 119 were sentenced to hang because of the serious circumstances. The remaining five were sentenced to exile. Jimmy Warren's name did not appear on the list of those five.

A month later, Gastens waited for Charlie Harry Warren. Like more than a month ago, the deputy prime minister, who had been a farmer in Onborg Province for a month, sat in Gastens's living room.

"How does it feel?"

Gastens smiled, the black leaf tea in his hand swayed slightly, and the bitterness was filled with a fragrance.

“It’s very hard.”

Charlie Harry Warren spread his hands, and the palms were a little freshly ground calloused, red and tender, and had not yet formed. "I thought I was an old farmer and I also participated in grassroots labor every week. But this time I still felt difficult to be a farmer."

"Thank you for your hard work, farmers," Gastens asked casually.

"Yeah, it's very hard."

"But are they very happy?"

Gastenth asked again.

"Indeed, after all, they were serfs before," Charlie Harry nodded, "Boss, I know what you mean. Our lives are much better than farmers and serfs. There is no need to make ourselves the best and richest people, right?"

"It's right, not right," Gastens smiled slightly. "We need to make everyone rich so that our country can continue. These new farmers are satisfied now because they have turned over and become masters. But as time goes by, they will generate new and more needs like you. If we cannot meet their needs and let them live a good life, it is our failure. And if we are just spending our lives, no matter these farmers, what do you think they will think?"

"I get it, boss."

Charlie Harry Warren Cheng focused on it, "Give me a chance, I will prove myself."

"The Vice Premier can't give it to you anymore. If you make a mistake, I can't help but punish you."

"Let me go to Annburg," Charlie Harry made a new request, "The size of the official position does not matter, I want to go there and do something."

"Very good, very good," Gastenth smiled even happier, "Well, you go to Anbourg, which is Anbourg in Anbourg Province, and then, give you a director of the Agriculture Bureau, how about it?"

"good!"

Charlie Harry nodded, "I will prove myself, I will look at it from below, understand it, and do what you ask!"

"That's good."

Gastenth smiled and handed the teapot in his hand to Charlie Harry, "I'm giving this to you, I hope you can remember the lesson this time."

Charlie Harry took the teapot and weighed it. It was an ordinary tin pot, produced by Elena 18 factory, simple without a trace of pattern, only the bottom of the pot had a mark indicating the production factory. Charlie Harry was very familiar with that factory, and he had such a teapot himself. However, he did not expect that Gastenth had kept the teapot.

"Don't worry, head."

"Okay, I believe in you."

Gastens sent Charlie Harry to the door, and sighed softly as he disappeared under the light of the pyroxene street light.
Chapter completed!