Blackstone Code-Chapter 285:

The radicals increasingly organized salons, secret meetings, and public events to advocate their aggressive theories. They argued that only by demonstrating national strength on the international stage could the Federation earn equality and respect.

In an era marked by uncertainty and disillusionment, many found themselves drawn to such radical ideas. This enthusiasm could also be interpreted as a backlash against years of conservatism, with people seeking to reclaim lost time through extremism.

Looking ahead to the elections in less than two years, the current President seemed to have a strong chance of re-election. However, the radicals within the Progressive Party were not ready to concede. They had selected a candidate to challenge the President in an internal party contest later this year or early next year.

While officially this candidate was only meant to shadow the election to refine the party's platform against the Conservatives, there remained the possibility that voters might favor the "shadow" candidate.

The current state visit invitation from Gevra was the handiwork of the incumbent president. Joining the delegation to visit Gevra would likely label participants as part of the moderate faction. Although politicians at the governor's level typically cared little about such labels and were even capable of opposing presidential directives, some troubles were better avoided if possible.

Adlai sighed. No one had expected the internal dynamics of the Progressive Party to spiral into such chaos. What were once minor tensions under external pressures had now erupted into full-blown conflicts.

"I'll discuss this with others before offering you some help, but I need to deal with the matter at hand first..." Adlai said, his gaze landing on a list in front of him. The governor nodded in agreement.

Adlai had originally planned to invite Lynch to visit the state capital, but to his surprise, before he could even extend the invitation, Lynch was already there. His primary purpose for being in the capital was to attend a meeting.

Lynch owned a professional women's rugby team that had recently gained significant attention, even appearing on television and drawing interest from neighboring cities and states. Negotiations over broadcasting rights had become contentious. Initially, networks had offered meager sums, but Lynch redirected the matter to the Women's Rights Protection Association instead of negotiating directly.

The Women's Rights Protection Association had long coveted the broadcasting revenue from the Athletes' Association, and with the first professional women's sports team garnering substantial attention, they were unwilling to let the Athletes' Association monopolize the profits.

Both sides were strong-willed organizations, unwilling to compromise, and the stalemate dragged on even while Lynch was away from Bupayne. Neither was willing to share the profits, believing they should keep the benefits for themselves. It wasn't until the past few days that a breakthrough was made, and what finally brought them to the table to discuss previously untouchable "principled issues" was the emergence of people starting to organize tournaments.

Yes, a women's professional rugby tournament—something with very little technical complexity. As long as someone was willing to support the female athletes financially, pay their salaries, and secure a venue, organizing a tournament was relatively straightforward.

This particular tournament's inception was connected to Lynch. A foreign nobleman, the Earl of Kazriel, had taken an interest in women's professional sports. After consulting Lynch, he promptly established two teams.

Soon, he grew dissatisfied with simply competing against himself. He began rallying friends, including Lynch and Fox, to organize a tournament for fun. The Earl himself was willing to contribute roughly 200,000 Federal Thors as the championship prize, to be awarded to the winning team.

Altogether, there were only six teams, but even this modest, barely professional tournament unsettled the Athletes' Association and the Women's Rights Protection Association.

They understood better than the Earl of Kazriel what this tournament could signify if it were to become a regular event—it would mean all the benefits they believed they were entitled to would slip away!

At this critical juncture, the so-called "non-negotiable principles" they had clung to suddenly became negotiable.

They not only extended invitations to Lynch, Fox, and the Earl of Kazriel, but also to the owners of the other two teams. The purpose of the upcoming meeting was to establish a unified standard for women's professional sports.

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No matter how good something looks, it's only truly valuable once it's secured. Both the Athletes' Association and the Women's Rights Protection Association understood this well. So, they set aside their differences to safeguard their shared interests first.

Upon arriving in the state capital, Lynch was greeted by a professional chauffeur holding a placard with his name. The car, arranged by Ms. Tracy, was meant to take Lynch to her residence for a family dinner. This gesture underscored Tracy's commitment to their "friendship," which Lynch was happy to reciprocate.

The capital of York State, a city of approximately 300,000 people, had once been a source of pride. Now, however...

As Lynch's car departed the bustling station, the city's decline became evident. The streets were lined with undernourished individuals in worn coats, their hunched figures and downcast gazes reflecting heavy burdens.

Gone were the days of urban pride and laughter, replaced by silence and hardship. During its prosperity, the city's residents enjoyed its conveniences; in its downturn, they bore disproportionate burdens.

As the car passed the relief points, Lynch couldn't help but notice the similarities to Sabin City: long queues of people clutching food stamps, waiting for their meager rations. In Sabin City, liquid food was handed out, but here, it didn't seem the same. Intrigued, Lynch turned to the driver and asked, "What kind of food are they distributing here? It looks like something solid."

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"They provide a powdered mix, Mr. Lynch," the driver explained deferentially. "If you mix it with water and heat it on the stove, it will turn into a...," the driver paused for a moment, then found the right word, "a thick, hearty soup. If you add some tomatoes, potatoes, onions, mushrooms, and such, it actually tastes quite good."Please vote for this novel at https://www.novelupdates.com/series/blackstone-code/There are advance chapters available nowAccess will be granted 24 hours after the donationTier 1: 7 Advance chapters Link

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