The modern world, a manor in the suburbs of Frankfurt.
A plain-looking black car stopped in front of the manor's driveway. Two men in suits stepped forward and checked the identity of the people in the car. They took out a walkie-talkie and whispered a few words. The checkpoint in front of the car slowly opened, allowing the car with the Chancellor of Germany to pass.
"What is the flashlight in their hands for?" Peter asked the old man sitting next to him.
Although it looked like a flashlight, it didn't emit light at all.
"A tool used to catch mice, especially invisible mice." The old man smiled, rolled up his sleeves, and looked at his watch. "Master Carmen will wait for you in the study. I still have something to do in a while, so I won't accompany you."
Peter smiled reluctantly and didn't respond.
As soon as he returned from Belgium, he went to the Federal Parliament without stopping and shouted with a bunch of aggressive idiots for a long time. He couldn't withstand the pressure, so he had to forcefully disband the meeting and ask his behind-the-scenes master, Carmen Rothschild, for help.
On the phone, Carmen didn't immediately tell him what to do, but asked him to come to the manor in Frankfurt when he had time.
After hanging up the phone, Peter immediately ordered his assistant to cancel all his plans for the whole day and rushed here.
"I'm going crazy because of those opposition parties!" Peter walked into Carmen's study with his head in his hands and threw a transcript of the meeting on his desk. "The Prussian Unity Party demands that the Prussian region hold a referendum for independence from the German Federation. There is also the 'Germanic Union', asking me to resign immediately, or they will impeach me in the Federal Parliament — "
He didn't come empty-handed. The transcript of the meeting detailed the objections and political demands of the opposition parties. If the differences between the parties, unions, and the ruling party were not resolved, perhaps before the European integration process began, the Federal Parliament might disintegrate itself.
Carmen didn't plan to read the transcript at all. Instead, he crossed his fingers and leaned back in the chair.
"Don't be nervous, my dear Mr. Peter. We have an absolute advantage in the Parliament, and their impeachment will not succeed. " As Carmen spoke, he looked in the direction of his butler. "Graham, go to the kitchen and tell them to prepare an extra set of cutlery on the table tonight."
The old butler standing next to him nodded slightly and left the study room.
Seeing that the unrelated people had left, Peter took a chair and sat opposite Carmen. He began to complain to his old friend.
After being together for so many years, he knew his "old friend" very well. This Rothschild named Carmen didn't hate his subordinates complaining to him about problems at work, as long as they didn't stand on the opposite side of him …
"But … but the voices of doubt are not only from the opposition. There are also voices within our New Choice Party that want me to explain —"
"Then go and explain it to them," Carmen said with a smile.
Pyotr opened his mouth.
What he originally wanted to say was to slow down the process of EU integration and soften the attitudes of those who opposed it like boiling a frog in warm water. After all, their angry faces looked like they would start a revolution at the slightest disagreement. No matter how one looked at it, forcefully implementing this integration resolution was an unplanned and reckless move.
But looking at this Mr. Carmen's attitude, he didn't seem to have any intention of "listening".
"But that's impossible! You can never convince two people who don't want to be together to hold hands, just like no one can convince the Germans and the French to live under the same roof. Now the entire Frankberg is opposed to EU integration, and the same is true for our allies. My chief of staff can write a speech for me, but even if I have a glib tongue, I can't turn black into white in front of all Frankberg — "
Carmen interrupted Pyotr, who was in distress, and smiled patiently.
"You're wrong, my friend. Of course, black can be turned into white. Not only that, but as long as you use the right method, you can even turn ugly into beautiful, humble into great, absurd into reasonable, and pain into happiness. "
"Only God can do this," Pyotr mocked himself, "and standing in front of you is just a poor man."
Carmen shook his head.
"The truth is the opposite. God has never succeeded in doing this. Those who have done this in history are all humans."
"Aha, dear Mr. Carmen, how are you going to turn the sky green?" Pyotr laughed, pulled his hair with both hands, and said painfully, "Tell me, what should I do now."
"What you have to do is not to explain."
"Always remember that people are never creatures that can be persuaded, just like there is no truth in this world." Carmen shook his head, smiled, and raised a finger. "What you need to do is to give them a reason to 'believe.' How to make a person believe that the sky is green? A diagnosis of color blindness is far more effective than an impassioned speech. "
Peter froze and stared blankly at Carmen.
He felt as if a door was opened in his head. After a flash of inspiration, he seemed to have grasped something.
"People are against us?"
"Don't try to persuade them to let go of their prejudices, just give them a reason."
"We need a war, and then broadcast it on our TV, exaggerating the horror and tragedy of this war. If we want to find a target that can unite the Germans and the French, Russia is undoubtedly a good choice. It just so happens that our Ukrainian brothers are in trouble. We don't even need a new layout, we just need to use the appropriate topic. "
Carmen fiddled with the globe on the table and said with a smile, "For example, let the people believe that the crisis of invasion is imminent. The crisis of invasion was imminent, and Ukraine was the outpost of Europe. We are not united for the selfish desires of the capitalists or the ambitions of the powerful, but to unite against the common enemy of Europe. "
"Don't forget your identity. The New Choice Party is a far-right party." Carmen patted his chest with the back of his hand. "Unemployment, economic crisis, refugee problems, energy shortages, use your imagination and blame everything on the Russians."
"Remember, not only the Federal Parliament, but the mouthpiece of the European mainstream media is also in our hands."
When Pyotr heard this, he felt that his brain was clearer than ever. He already understood what he should do.
"As for what to do." Carmen pointed to his head. "Use here to think, think about it. If you can't think of it, find someone to think for you."
"Find who?" Pyotr paused and asked subconsciously.
"Belgium is one of the countries with the highest welfare in the EU —"
"You mean, let me go to the Belgian President to exchange ideas …" Pyotr frowned slightly.
"No, no, no, what you need is not to exchange ideas with the Belgian President, but a new adviser. Go to Belgium to find those fat brains of immigrants. Some of them happened to be good at this before they immigrated to us. "
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