Chapter 988 - Private Talk

The modern world, at a suburb estate of a small town in Frankberg.

A plain black car was parked in front of the manor’s driveway. Two big men in suits came up to check the identity of the people inside. They whispered into the intercom before the gate slowly opened, letting the car with Frankberg’s Prime Minster roll in.

“What’s the purpose of the flashlights in their hands?” Peter asked the old man sitting next to him.

Although it looked like a flashlight, no light illuminated from it.

“A tool for catching mice, especially invisible mice.” The old man smiled and rolled up his sleeve to check the time. “Master Carmen will wait for you in the office. I have something to do later so I won’t accompany you.”

Peter forced a smile and did not continue the conversation.

Upon his return from Belgium, he ran immediately to the federal parliament. Once there, he spent the day yelling with a bunch of aggressive idiots and because he was unable to withstand the pressure, he was forced to disband the meeting and seek help from his behind-the-scenes master – Carmen Rothschild.

On the phone, Carmen did not immediately tell him what to do. Instead, he asked him to come to his estate.

After hanging up the phone, Peter immediately told his assistant to clear his schedule and rushed to Carmen’s estate.

“The opposition parties are driving me crazy!” Peter, with his hands on his head, walked into Carmen’s office and tossed a transcript of the meeting on his desk. “The Prussian Solidarity Party called for a referendum in the Prussian region and is seeking federal independence. There is also the Forward Union asking me to resign, immediately. Otherwise, they will impeach me through the federal parliament—”

He did not come empty-handed. The transcript of the meeting detailed the dissent and political demands of the opposition parties. If the parties do not resolve their differences, Frankberg may collapse before the European integration process even begins.

Carmen did not go look at the transcript. He simply crossed his fingers and leaned back in his chair.

“Don’t be nervous, my dear Mr. Peter, we have an absolute advantage in parliament. Their impeachment will not be successful.” Carmen looked in the direction of his housekeeper, “Gramm, go and tell the kitchen to prepare an extra set of cutleries for the dinner table today.”

The old butler standing next to him nodded and left the room.

Seeing that the unrelated person has left the room, Peter grabbed a chair, sat across from Carmen, and began to complain to his old friend.

After getting along for so many years, he knew his “old friend” very well. The bastard called Carmen Rothschild does not mind people complaining to him about work, as long as they didn’t stand on the opposite side…

“But…but the voice of questioning is not just from the opposition parties, but also from within our New Choice Party—”

“Then you will explain everything to them,” Carmen said with a smile.

Originally, he wanted to first slow down the European Union integration and soften the attitude of those who oppose it. After all, their anger seemed to be pointing toward a revolution. From any perspective, it seemed like pushing for the integration resolution was a futile and reckless move.

Just looking at the attitude of Mr. Carmen, he seemed to have no intention of “listening to persuasion”.

“But this is impossible! You can never convince two people who are not willing to be together to hold hands, just like no one can convince the Germans and the French to live under the same roof. Now Frankberg is opposed to the European Union integration. The same is true of our allies. My chief of staff can write a speech for me, but even if I am clever, I can’t turn black into white—”

Carmen interrupted Peter, who was in obvious distress and explained patiently.

“You are wrong, my friend. Black, of course, can be white. Not only that, as long as you use the proper method, ugly can be beautiful, weak can be great, ridiculous can be reasonable, and pain can be happiness.”

“The only one who can do this is God,” Peter ridiculed himself, “And there is only a poor man standing in front of you.”

Carmen shook his head.

“The opposite is true. God has never succeeded in doing this. Only men have succeeded.”

“Ah, dear Mr. Carmen, how are you going to make the sky green?” Peter laughed. Then pulling on his hair, he said in agony, “Tell me, what should I do now.”

“What you have to do is not explain.”

“Always remember that people are never creatures that can be convinced, just as there is no truth in this world.” Carmen shook his head and raised a finger. “What you need to do is give them a reason for ‘believing’. How to make one believe the sky is green? A color blindness diagnosis is far more effective than an impassioned speech.”

Peter was stunned and stared at Carmen blankly.

He felt like a door just opened in his head. After that flash of ingenious, he seemed to have caught on to something.

“People are against us?”

“Don’t try to convince them to put down their prejudice. Just give them a reason to.”

“We need a war, and then broadcast it on our TV to render the horror and brutality of this war. If you want to find a goal that will make the Germans and the French stand together, Russia is a good choice. It happens that our Ukrainian brothers are in a bad spot right now. We don’t even need to do anything new, we just need to use the appropriate tools.”

Carmen spun the globe on the table and smiled. “For example, let people believe that the crisis of aggression is imminent. Ukraine is the outpost of Europe. We are not uniting for the selfish desires of the capitalists or the ambitions of the politicians, but for unity. Get up and fight against the common enemies of Europa.”

“Don’t forget your identity. The New Choice Party is an extreme right party.” Carmen patted Peter’s chest with the back of his hand. “Unemployment, economic crisis, refugee problems, energy shortages, use your imagination. Everything is the fault of Russians.”

“Remember, not only the parliament members but the mouthpieces of the mainstream European media are also in our hands.”

Peter felt like his brain was never clearer. He already understood what he needed to do.

“As for what to do,” Carmen pointed to his head. “Think about it here, think about it. If you can’t think of it, find someone to think for you.”

“Who should I look for?” Peter was still stunned and asked subconsciously.

“Belgium is one of the EU member states and has the highest welfare—”.

“You mean I should go to the Belgian president and exchange ideas…” Peter raised his eyebrow.

“No, no, you don’t need to exchange ideas with the Belgian president, you just need to be a new consultant.”