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Mrs. M looked at the smug Morgan Lima, and at the second and third generations of the nobles present. She felt a wave of sadness well up in her heart. "If this group of people still rule our Great Eagle Empire in ten or twenty years, then our country will surely decline."
She missed the era of the Iron Lady very much. It was their generation that stopped the decline of the Great Eagle Empire and chose the financial industry as the country's pillar industry. Today's Great Eagle Empire has made great progress in both financial resources and national strength compared to ten years ago, and the restoration of the glory of the former British Empire is just around the corner.
However, Mrs. M's vision is destined to be just a distant fantasy, because the foundation of any truly powerful country is deeply rooted in a strong industrial base.
The financial industry can certainly bring huge wealth to the country, allowing people to get rid of those dirty lubricants and smelly sweat, and allowing people to sit comfortably in spacious offices, enjoying the coolness brought by air conditioning and delicious afternoon tea.
However, people often overlook a crucial fact: without strong industrial support, a country based on finance will never be able to truly dominate the world.
Looking back at history, the glory of those once-glorious "empires on which the sun never sets" stemmed not from financial prosperity alone, but from a solid industrial foundation. It was precisely because of this strong industrial capacity that they were able to produce high-quality products, possess advanced technology, and possess powerful military might, thus demonstrating unparalleled global influence.
Therefore, we must clearly realize that industry is the real foundation of a country and the key to achieving national prosperity and long-term stability.
A nation built on finance can only become a vassal of a powerful nation, serving it. Future developments are headed in this direction, with no return. Although the Great Eagle Empire declined after World War II and was forced to act at the mercy of America, it was precisely because of the misguided decisions of the Iron Lady's generation that the Eagle Empire became a true vassal of America, with America even dictating most of the Eagle Empire's national policies.
Mrs. M's thoughts were like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, drifting away involuntarily. Various images and scenes kept flashing through her mind, and she completely forgot where she was and the meeting that was going on.
Meanwhile, Morgan Lima, sitting nearby, was growing impatient. He cursed inwardly, "This damn old woman, is she suffering from Alzheimer's? She's distracted at such an important moment!" His brows furrowed, deeply dissatisfied with Mrs. M's behavior.
Finally, Morgan Lima couldn't stand it anymore. He glared at the assistant behind him. The assistant immediately understood what Mr. Lima meant. He stood up quickly and rushed to the conference room door like an arrow.
The assistant moved incredibly quickly, reaching the door in the blink of an eye. Without hesitation, he pushed it open and slammed it shut. The resounding thud echoed through the quiet conference room, shaking the entire place.
The sudden noise successfully attracted the attention of everyone in the conference room, including Mrs. M, who was immersed in her reverie. She was startled by the loud noise and came back to her senses as if she had just woken up from a dream.
Seeing this, Morgan Lima quickly said to everyone: "I'm so sorry. The people below are ignorant and even closed the door so loudly. It was really rude." There was a hint of apology in his tone, and a hint of blame for his subordinates, but everyone in the meeting room knew that he was expressing his dissatisfaction with Mrs. M.
Mrs. M's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. Her eyes fell on Morgan Lima, as if she were looking at an ignorant child. This little guy, so young, his fur barely fully grown, yet he had such a bad temper.
Mrs. M looked around at everyone present and slowly spoke, "Don't you think this is all too coincidental? If you were planning a murder, would you so blatantly use your own people? This car accident is simply too full of coincidences. So, I suggest we do nothing right now. Let's wait and see with America to understand the true situation before making any further decisions."
Her words, like ripples on a calm lake, sparked reflection among the crowd. They began to whisper and discuss, seemingly reexamining the details of the incident.
Morgan Lima also fell into deep thought, his brows slightly furrowed, obviously trying to understand what Mrs. M meant. However, his brain capacity seemed insufficient to cope with such a complex situation, and after much thought, he still felt a little lost.
However, this young man was not completely useless. Before he left, his grandfather had told him that if he encountered anything he didn't understand or couldn't figure out during the meeting, he should always follow Mrs. M's advice and obey her arrangements.
Morgan Lima finally made up his mind. He raised his head, looked at Mrs. M, and said firmly, "I agree with Mrs. M. Let's do what she says."
The meeting ended like this, but Mrs. M did not leave the Prime Minister's residence. She still had to discuss countermeasures for this matter with Prime Minister Tom Hogan. Only after she discussed it with the Prime Minister would they hold another meeting to decide and implement it.
"Mrs. M, what do you think of this incident?" Prime Minister Tom Hogan lowered his voice and said to Mrs. M after seeing that everyone else had left. "David Li firmly believes that the mastermind behind this incident is an American."
Mrs. M frowned slightly and said thoughtfully, "Americans? They do like to play tricks behind the scenes and often make stupid decisions. However, this matter may not be that simple. I believe that the Chinese must have played a role in this, at least they are pushing some things forward from behind the scenes."
She paused and continued, "This chain reaction cannot be viewed in isolation. We must analyze it in conjunction with the series of events that preceded it. This is definitely not an isolated incident, but a carefully planned conspiracy. Therefore, I do not agree with condemning China now, and we should not make the hasty decision not to return Hong Kong."
Prime Minister Tom Hogan was silent for a moment, seemingly pondering Mrs. M's words. After a moment, he slowly said, "I understand what you mean, Mrs. M. It is not a wise choice to truly confront the Chinese. This could lead to a series of serious consequences."
"Sigh..." Tom Hogan sighed deeply, seemingly filled with endless worry and frustration. He slowly said, "I'm leaving office early next year. I thought I could finish my term smoothly, but I didn't expect to encounter such a difficult situation at this final moment."
He frowned, a wry smile on his face, and continued, "I really don't want to bother with these people's nonsense anymore. They scheme against each other all day long, fighting for power and profit, wasting their time and energy on these meaningless things. As for me, I just want to focus all my energy on developing our financial industry."
Tom Hogan's voice revealed a hint of dissatisfaction and complaint. He continued, "Look at our Rand. It has now become one of the world's largest financial centers. No matter which country it is, as long as they want to use this powerful tool of finance, they must pay us a fee. This is a good business! But why are these people still not satisfied? Just how great are their so-called desires?"
Mrs. M, sitting nearby, listened quietly. She knew full well that the Prime Minister before her was nothing more than a puppet promoted by the nobles. She did not interrupt Tom Hogan's complaints, choosing instead to be a quiet listener.
After venting his emotions, Tom Hogan took a deep breath, as if to expel all the unhappiness in his heart. His face gradually regained its composure, and even a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but this smile revealed a hint of helplessness and bitterness.
"I'm so sorry, ma'am, for making you laugh." Tom Hogan said to Mrs. M in a slightly apologetic tone, "Only in front of you can I release my emotions so freely. I will always remember your support for me."
At this point, Tom Hogan's voice became a little lower, "Today, I was really pissed off by that little bastard Morgan Lima. You know? He actually spoke to me in such a contemptuous tone! I am the Prime Minister of the Great Eagle Empire!" His words were full of resentment and unwillingness.
However, Tom Hogan also understood that although he was the Prime Minister, he was actually just a puppet. Despite this, he still felt that he had been greatly insulted.
Mrs. M listened quietly to Tom Hogan's complaints, a gentle smile on her face. When she heard Tom Hogan's dissatisfaction with the Lima family, her brows furrowed slightly and she interrupted him: "Okay, Tom, let's not talk about this anymore. What we need to think about now is how to deal with it next."
Mrs. M's tone, though gentle, held an undeniable authority. She was fully aware of Tom Hogan's situation and his discontent, but she also knew that in this game of power, some words simply could not be spoken. She interrupted Tom Hogan, both to protect him and prevent him from causing unnecessary trouble due to his impulsive behavior; and also to remind him that in this world of intrigue, remaining calm and rational was paramount.