75: Chapter 75: Drive Away Wolves and Tigers (Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote for the Monthly Ticket) 75: Chapter 75: Drive Away Wolves and Tigers (Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote for the Monthly Ticket) Hearing the na, Roger’s hand paused while applying the dicine and he asked with so curiosity,
“Old Geezer, you’re about to be six feet under and now you’re taking an interest in politicians?”
“I just want to know about the candidates for the next Mayor, to see if any beneficial policies for us elders will erge,” He Ao answered slowly, “I heard that Christos is a popular candidate for the next Mayor?”
“Your information is obviously inaccurate,” Roger said, shaking his head while continuing to apply the dicine to He Ao,
He nudged his chin, signaling He Ao to look towards the window beside them.
He Ao followed his gaze to the narrow single-pane window, and his eyes landed on the billboard outside featuring the giant portrait of Mayor Wente.
“These politicians, giving speeches, dispensing welfare, organizing teams, releasing advertisents, it all takes money.
Where does it co from?
How much is their salary worth?
Isn’t it all provided by the conglorates?” Roger spoke leisurely as he treated He Ao,
“The conglorates obviously favor our Mayor Wente more; that guy called Christos has gotten far too little resources.
You see, Old Geezer, you only know the na of Christos, but you know nothing about what he’s done or his policies.
During our Mayor’s eight years in office, although there hasn’t been any grand achievent, there haven’t been any faults either.
Between one whose governance is stable, who incessantly bombards you with advertising and publicity, and another with hardly any fa, whose policies you don’t even know, who will you cast your vote for when they stand before you?”
If it were Regit, he’d cast his vote for the current Mayor Wente.
This was what most people thought and was why He Ao had always believed Wente would be re-elected, but he was not there to learn about the election right now.
Indeed, there wasn’t much about Christos in Regit’s mories, but he knew that Christos seed to be Wente’s main opponent.
That’s why he had asked Roger, soone well-inford, about Christos.
Of course, he could search the internet for information, but the news about Christos there boiled down to two kinds.
The first kind was the persona crafted by Christos’s campaign team – a bright and just man with so humor, devoted to serving Dawn City for life.
The second kind, the various true or false pieces of negative news about his private life, scandals, and salacious stories, were dug up by his political adversaries.
The news on the internet was clearly curated, showing what they wanted others to see, which is why He Ao chose to inquire directly with soone like Roger, an underground doctor well-inford through the grapevine.
Roger had a good relationship with him, so there was no need to deceive him, and since the guy was a skilled doctor who knew many people, he likely had so inside information.
He Ao needed a clear profile of Christos.
He looked at Roger and smiled, “So, what are his governing principles?
Do they have anything to do with us Old Geezers?”
Roger was montarily taken aback, then he stood up and walked towards a glass jar to scrape out so new black paste, chuckling, “Old Geezer, haven’t you retired from the ga?
Did you take on so kind of death-defying task?”
Without giving He Ao a chance to answer, he continued, “Christos, huh?
If he really does beco Mayor, it would indeed be a good thing for you Old Geezers who are knocking on Heaven’s door.”
Then, under He Ao’s puzzled gaze, he asked, “Have you heard about the dical care reform from ten years ago?”
“I have.”
He Ao nodded.
In Regit’s mind, there were mories of that reform.
Ten years ago, Regit still hoped to fully recover from his leg injury, but by then, he did not have enough money to pay for dical expenses, nor was there an insurance company willing to sell coverage for his leg injury to a cripple like him.
Therefore, he had been working various jobs, trying to save up enough for the dical fees.
Back then, the Mayor of the ti had proposed a health care reform plan, which included reducing dical insurance costs, extending universal health care, governnt control over dical pricing, and lowering dical expenditures among other things.
At the ti, Regit had been hopeful that if the plan were implented, he could finally treat his injured leg, but that proposal eventually fizzled out without any further developnt.
Actually, with Regit’s combat ability, his inco wasn’t low.
At the peak of his career, his weekly salary even reached 3,000.
But even so, he couldn’t gather enough money for the dical expenses to treat his injured leg in a short ti, and after missing the optimal treatnt period, he was left with a limp.
Later, as his body grew older, he gave up on the thought and found a stable job as a library administrator, focusing solely on practicing martial arts.
“Does this have sothing to do with Christos?”
He Ao organized the mories that ca flooding back into his mind and asked in a cald voice.
“The plan was his idea back then,” Roger, holding the dicine, stepped up to He Ao again,
“He was a mber of the Mayor’s campaign team at that ti.
After the Mayor was elected, he beca the Minister of Health and Public Service of Dawn City.
As you know, the Federation’s healthcare is completely controlled by the dical consortia and the dical insurance consortia, this departnt basically had no real power.
But he forcefully initiated a dical reform plan and even obtained the Mayor’s support.”
“He sounds like a capable person,” He Ao observed, “It seems he wasn’t successful?”
“What good end could there be for soone who had made enemies of both the dical consortia and the dical insurance consortia?” Roger chuckled,
“Soon after he proposed the plan, a vast amount of scandals about the Mayor at the ti exploded on the internet, Parliant also started to prepare for the Mayor’s impeachnt, finally scaring the Mayor into shelving his plan and relegating him to a sinecure, not long after that he resigned.”
Roger narrated calmly while applying ointnt to He Ao,
“Since then, he started to participate in political activities as an individual.
Because of his earlier dical reform efforts, although he had provoked the dical and dical insurance consortia, he gained the support of so consortia that wanted to enter the healthcare industry.
Of course, these consortia did not truly support him, they were just keeping him as a bargaining chip to threaten the dical and dical insurance consortia.”
Roger found a new piece of gauze and began to re-bandage He Ao,
“This is his third ti running for Mayor.
He didn’t get elected in the previous two attempts, so although he has a significant presence, second only to the current Mayor Wente, his chances of being elected Mayor are very low, and the consortia wouldn’t fully back him.”
“But he desperately wants to be Mayor and will seize any and every opportunity.”
Gradually, He Ao ford a ntal image of Christos in his mind.
Christos, seemingly flourishing on the surface, was actually in the midst of a blazing crusade, and so would grasp at any opportunity, even likely gambling on the low probability events.
After the young man had ntioned the words ‘Mayor,’ He Ao started to think, when the situation involves a ferocious tiger that might temporarily be too powerful to resist, what should one do?
Who would risk their life to challenge a fierce tiger?
Now it seed that a wolf on the edge of a precipice, starved, might do just that.
Christos, who had made it this far in such narrow straits, was probably not as ek and gentle as a lamb.
He was that starving wolf walking on the edge of a cliff.
Expel the wolf, drive away the tiger.
As things had reached this point, He Ao already knew he couldn’t extricate himself.
Because based on what he knew about Najia, Najia would surely kill him.
And he intended to take revenge for the ch Cultist Najia had sent to kill him.
He must quickly resolve this trouble if he was to have ti to investigate the exotic beast matter, and he also had a premonition that Najia might be involved with the exotic beast incident.
Roger, who was dressing the wound, looked at the elder in front of him with a head full of silver hair and saw colors he had never seen before in the Elderly.
Indifference, wisdom, and, madness.
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