Seriousness was written on the faces, as Klaus and Richard entered the room.
As usual, Jacob put his feet up on the table. He lowered his head, glancing through his sunglasses as his eyes implied curiosity. Sothing similar could also be seen in the Guild Master of the Golden Hamr Company, Terry Owen. The gold-toothed man twisted his lips while squinting at Klaus.
The two n had no idea why they were gathered here. When the party neared its end, Alexa suddenly asked them to follow her to this room. Thinking Klaus had another big project, they agreed to co.
"So, my friend, Klaus. What ideas do you have this ti?" Jacob asked in a familiar tone. "Lightsaber? Pulse Gun? Elental Gun 2.0? I'm so stoked to find out what other aweso stuff pops out of that brilliant mind of yours."
"I'm also curious," Terry chid in. However, the man did not seem as enthusiastic as Jacob. "But if you want to create a new product, you'd better hold it off. I suggest focusing on the Elental Gun for at least 6 or 12 months."
Jacob made a sour face. He was more interested in new weapons than money, as he had his own gold mine—the dungeon.
Elental Gun was currently the most in-demand item. The product was sold out on the first day, which was a great achievent. Terry thought of milking Elental Gun as much as possible in this situation. Because if the demand skyrocketed, Golden Hamr Company, as the main distributor, could manipulate stocks and create scarcity to increase the amount of profit.
Of course, Klaus knew this fact. He could sll the greed from Terry Owen through his friendly smile. No matter how friendly or nice they were; businessn were still businessn. Profit always ca first.
"I know what you've noticed, Mr. Terry. But you don't need to worry. We're talking about sothing else."
Naturally, Jacob and Terry frowned in curiosity.
Klaus called Sheila, and the secretary entered the room. The big bosses laid their eyes on her as she placed a black round projection device on the table.
Not long after, a hologram appeared before the two of them, and they twisted their faces in disbelief.
[New York Governor Election Campaign Plan]
Klaus glanced at Richard Dickson, nodding his head with a stern face. And then Klaus said, "Our eting this ti is to secure the governorship of New York for the next 10 years."
The world was always about power and money.
If businessn were money, then politicians were power.
It was common knowledge that successful and wealthy businessn had connections with officials and their circles. Usually, it was symbiotic mutualism.
The politicians would get funds for campaigns and socio-political movents, while the businessn would get immunity or ease of policy regulation. In fact, many financially strong guilds donated their funds to politicians these days.
If Klaus and allies had soone in governnt, they could pull the strings for personal gain. Mors Industries could more easily expand their business and even monopolize the market in New York sooner.
However, Jacob and Terry were not convinced by this plan.
The sunglasses-man sighed in sarcasm. "You sure want to get into politics early? It will be very troubleso."
Terry also agreed with the Guild Master of the Divine Ursine Alliance. He turned skeptical as he read the title of the holographic projection. "Yeah, I don't think this is a good move. Once you get into it, everything becos complicated and nauseating."
These two gentlen had valid reasons why they did not agree to this plan even though they would gain an advantage.
Jacob disagreed because the Divine Ursine Alliance was based in California. He had already prepared a large fund for the governor of the state with the bear symbol so that his guild would still have influence.
And while Terry was a pure businessman. The man with the gold teeth had a strong commitnt and focus on business. He spent a lot of ti, energy, and resources to grow his guild. Getting involved in politics could have distracted his attention from the main business objectives.
He also felt that the ti and effort spent getting involved in politics was not worth the expected results.
Seeing his two business partners disagree, Klaus sighed in disappointnt.
"I know you guys don't like this plan. I feel you, but we must intervene the election."
As Klaus gestured to Sheila, the holographic projection changed, showing a tree schematic with Vincent Thomsen at the top. Below him was the current governor, Yuri Pelosi, and dozens of other officials.
Among them was an image of his cousin, Noah Liebert.
"As you know, New York is currently completely under the control of Vincent Thomsen. This man funded Yuri Pelosi's campaign for two consecutive terms, and she obeys his orders like a dog."
All this information was confidential. The public did not know about it and only certain people knew. Even if soone tried to leak it, the governnt would cover it imdiately.
Thanks to Sheila and her informant connections, Klaus was able to bring this classified information to that eting.
"You can imagine how many policies that corrupt governor made just to make it easier for Morning Star to expand their business. And how much profit have they made for the last almost 10 years? He even has completely controlled Queens. We must stop Vincent now before too late."
The reason why Klaus was urging them was because the current governor's term was only one year away.
In New York, a person could only serve two consecutive terms as governor. To run again, that person had to wait one term before running again.
And the current governor, Yuri Pelosi, had been governor of New York for two consecutive terms. Vincent Thomsen would have to find another gubernatorial candidate to maintain his empire in Queens.
Yuri Pelosi had public sympathy and many supporters despite her big corruption secret. If Klaus missed the election, he would have to wait another 10 years.
If that happened, the chances of Klaus winning the election would be slim, and Morning Star would triumph even more.
"Right now we still have ti to prepare our campaign and supporters. We can win this ga," Klaus said in a reassuring tone.
Jacob and Terry were silent. While they both looked at each other, Alexa put on a flat face. She would only speak when Klaus failed to convince the two n.
Terry said, "Elections are not sothing easy to win, Klaus. You have to find a candidate for governor that we can control, and at the sa ti, that person has to have a good social profile and credibility. Where are we going to find soone like that?"
Klaus smiled. "Don't worry. We already have the person."
As Klaus took a step back, Richard stood up and stepped forward.
In a firm tone, he said, "I'm the one who will run for Governor."
Naturally, Jacob and Terry couldn't contain their shock. They didn't expect the man who had always been passive to step forward and run as a governor candidate.
They then protested.
"Klaus, my friend. I might be able to agree that we'll be ddling in the election. But I need an explanation of why him?" Jacob without hesitation pointed at Richard.
"That's right," Terry agreed. "I don't think it's wise to look for a candidate for governor from a large guild."
They both gave reasonable reasons.
Richard Dickson was the leader of a big guild and had great influence on the market share of weaponry. People would be skeptical of voting for him because they thought Richard was running for personal gain.
In fact, Vincent Thomsen was reluctant to run for this highest position in New York.
"How about we hear from Mr. Richard first, why should he be our candidate."
Alexa said so before Klaus gave them an answer. Finally, they gave Richard a chance to speak.
Richard smiled and nodded at Alexa, conveying his thanks through gestures.
"I know you don't agree with . But I am the only suitable candidate for mayor. Let tell you why."
Richard had built a reputation over a long period of ti. He did a lot of charity work and often donated money to foundations. He was also frequently featured in major magazines as one of the 100 most generous people in the world.
However, the main reason why Richard was well-suited to be a governor was that he had been born into an ordinary family.
Democracy was a system of popular vote, and most of the voters were ordinary people. Essentially, it was a system where ordinary people elect ordinary one.
People would relate to and sympathize more with individuals who had been in the sa boat.
The man had prepared those things in advance for that election. He felt confident that, regardless of his social status, he could win the election.
"What do you think? Am I still not suitable enough to be the right candidate?"
There was silence for a while. None of them made a sound. Everyone was considering their decision, until Jacob stood up.
"I'm sorry, but it is ridiculous. If you guys want to do it, just do it without . I'm not coming."
After saying so, the man with sunglasses left the room, while the others just watched his back.
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