"Your father gave United Industries this name in the hope that it could unite, get rid of the control of Rockville Energy Group, and develop Winter City's own industry."

Speaking of this, the old man smiled mockingly, "Now it is neither a union nor an industry."

Willie opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but she didn't know what to say.

The original purpose of her father's establishment of United Industries was to resist the control of Rockville Energy Group, to make Winter City stronger and relieve the people of Winter City from their plight.

But now, United Industries has become Rockville Energy Group's helper in controlling Winter City. The city has not changed at all, and is even worse than before.

It was as if their years of hard work were all in vain.

"We spent decades proving that a conglomerate was not going to work,"

Endil withdrew his gaze and looked down at the book he was holding.

"After your father was dismissed, your father and I reviewed the situation countless times and conceived countless possibilities, but we all ended up with the same outcome.

"As long as there is such a consortium, whether it is called United Industries or United Mining, it will eventually pursue higher profits.

“This is the route it will inevitably take as a consortium.

"Unless we can create a joint industry that is fully controlled by someone, but under the external pressure of Rockville Energy Group, without any funds, we will be annexed by Rockville Energy Group before annexing other mining companies."

At this moment, Willie could somewhat understand why Endir gave up resistance completely after her father's death.

At this moment, the old man raised his head and looked at the blond girl,

"Actually, the city government is not as powerful as you think. The tax revenue we can receive is actually very small.

"United Industries has many ways to avoid taxes, even by influencing the city council to pass laws that are beneficial to them. However, in fact, this situation has been maintained before the establishment of United Industries, but at that time, what influenced the city council was lax

The Mining Union of the City of Winter.

"The situation was better when your father was in power, but it got worse after your father stepped down.

"Now the main tax sources of the city government are consumption tax and personal income tax. However, the income of Wente citizens has been getting lower and lower in recent years, which makes the consumption tax and personal income tax received very low. Maintaining the existence of the city defense army is already

Very reluctantly.

“We have no money to invest in building roads, and even because of government debt, we have to sell previously built public facilities to United Industries to increase income.

"In the end, all changes will still come from United Industries, but United Industries will inevitably lead to the pursuit of profits."

He raised his head and sighed,

"Actually, everyone knows the current situation in Winter City, I know, and your father knows.

"Even Vincent was one of your father's most fervent supporters back then. He knew very well that Winter City should change, but his interests and his rights pushed him to take the path that was most beneficial to the United Industries.

"All of us are bound by invisible threads, leading to our destiny's ordained ending."

The old man turned his gaze and looked at the blonde girl with cloudy eyes, "So you still want to run for election? Even if you sit in my position, you may not be able to accomplish anything."

Willy looked at the old man in front of her silently.

She could feel the depression and despair, as if everything had been fixed, and the wheels of history were moving toward the end.

It seems that this is how the hungry and wandering people in the Acre and Storm areas, and this desperate city, should reach their final destination in the fate of hunger and wandering.

She felt that this was wrong, but she was unable to break away from the thin thread of fate.

At this moment, she finally understood why her father would often sit there alone in a daze after he stepped down.

She finally walked on the road that her father had walked. The road ahead was dark and foggy, and she couldn't see the slightest hope for the way forward.

The air around her was so quiet, so quiet that she could hear her own dull heartbeat.

For some reason, she suddenly recalled the scene of sitting in the funeral parlor hall. The young man holding milk tea looked at her calmly, and the low voice of inquiry rang in her ears again.

"Is it the poor people of the Storm and Acre districts who support your father's rule, or is it the joint industry?"

The invisible arrow shot from the past pierced her thoughts at this moment.

When she first heard this question, she didn't give an answer. She didn't know how to give the answer, but now she suddenly realized that the question itself might be the answer given to her by the young man.

It is impossible for United Industries to betray her and seek benefits for the poor in the Storm District and Akha District, so her father, who relies on United Industries, will inevitably be dismissed.

If she wants to change the fate of the people in the Storm District and Akka District, and change the fate of Winter City, she cannot rely on the power of United Industries, but must rely on the power of this city.

Rely on the power of the silent, silent one.

This may be a road that no one has ever walked before, or it may end at the beginning.

But she still raised her head, looked at the cloudy eyes of the old man in front of her, and nodded slowly and heavily, "I will do my best."

"You seem to be in good company,"

The old man looked into the girl's eyes, as if he had realized something, and the cloudy pupils seemed to be a little clearer. He handed the book in his hand to the girl, "This is a summary of my investigations on various areas of Winter City over the years, and

All my experience over the years, I hope it helps you and your companions,"

His voice was long and slow, "I hope you can find a new path, I hope you can change everything we cannot change."

"Thanks,"

Willy reached out and took the book, nodding heavily, "I will work hard."

She knew that the boy actually saw much further than she did.

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storm zone

Lena, who was carrying the boy on her back, stood in front of the open church door.

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