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"What did the Tax Bureau concede to them?"

David grasped the crux of Donald's words.

Donald first dipped his head, then raised it and pushed up his glasses before saying, "Remember Stevenson? He's actually a politician groomed by the Morgan Family. The original plan was for him to run for Senator of Nevada State after stepping down as Governor, but your moves derailed his ascent, causing the resourceful Morgan Family significant discontent."

"A few days ago, the Freemasonry Group convened a meeting, and under the Morgan Family's strong lobbying, those people decided that you're an uncontrollable factor, so they don't want you entering the headquarters. They're afraid that if you take power at the headquarters, you might implement policies that harm their interests."

"The Morgan Family..."

David clenched his fists, his expression slightly angry.

Now he understood. He had wondered why the Disney Family dared to declare they would end his career—turns out they had the Morgan Family pushing from behind.

"So, does that mean the headquarters have compromised with them at this time? And that's the bad news you just mentioned, Deputy Director Donald?"

"It's not exactly a compromise; we agreed that we won't transfer you into headquarters for now. But as your renown in the Tax Bureau and your public prestige grow, inevitably when the time comes, we, in the higher echelons, will have to go with the flow," said Donald, feeling somewhat ashamed. Considering David's contributions, he would have been qualified to join the headquarters immediately.

But it couldn't be helped; as he had said before, politics is all about compromise.

No matter how powerful the Tax Bureau is, for the greater good, it must avoid conflicts with the Freemasonry due to the potential consequences.

According to Donald, David's prospects of joining the headquarters were good, but in that moment, he felt no joy at all.

Because he was sure he wouldn't be entering the power center of the Tax Bureau anytime soon—yet Bellamy Hattie and Brown Soros were already there.

And now it was confirmed that these two were the ones Freemasonry had placed in headquarters to control him.

Even if he were to enter headquarters later, it would probably have already become their stronghold, and he, the powerful dragon, might find it tough to face off against these two local snakes.

"Actually, you don't need to worry too much; of course, we won't let Freemasonry meddle with our core, just as they won't let us interfere with the core of the Federal Reserve," Donald soothed, perceiving David's concern.

David nodded and then asked, "Speaking of which, Deputy Director Donald, I'd like to consult you about something."

"What is it?"

"Before, when those three fellows from Phipps criticized the Black Tax Bill, Stevenson secretly conspired with them, probably to support their cause. From what I know, he's run off to New York State to run for Senator, and with the Morgan Family's support, he's even secured the party nomination. If he actually gets elected, that could spell trouble. What do you think about this situation?"

"He supported the criticism of the Black Tax Bill?"

Donald's brow furrowed. He knew about Stevenson running for Senator in New York State, but this was news to him.

"Yes, my department's Intelligence Division captured this information; there's no mistake," David confirmed.

With this confirmation, Donald's expression grew more uncertain.

If Stevenson had indeed supported the criticism of the Black Tax Bill, this implied he harbored such political intentions.

If he got elected and started criticizing the Black Tax Bill, combined with the agitations of Phipps in the House of Congressman, it would not be as easy to resolve the issue as it was last time.

After all, the influence of a Senator is considerable.

Thinking deeply for a while, Donald finally looked up and asked, "What about you, what are your thoughts?"

"Of course, I don't want him to get elected, but you know, Deputy Director Donald, because I foiled his bid for Governor in Nevada, the Morgan Family has personally come after me. If I interfere in this matter too, I might have to wear a bulletproof helmet whenever I step outside." David replied.

Donald couldn't help but smile wryly, then responded, "It wouldn't come to that; the Morgan Family is powerful, but not to the extent of risking deadly harm to our Tax Bureau personnel. Still, that being said, if you were to take action, do you think you could thwart his election?"

"Certainly."

For David, it was all too easy to sabotage Stevenson's campaign.

He could either release some damaging information at a critical point in his opponent's campaign or find Stevenson's rival in New York State and pass the dirt over, then watch the two battle it out.

David had done such things before, having used this tactic against Stevenson in Nevada State.

In short, preventing Stevenson from winning the election was simple.

It was only the concern for the massive Morgan Family that held him back—if not for that, he would have acted much sooner.

Donald thought for a while longer, finally saying, "Well, I'll need to discuss this with the director and others back at headquarters and let you know later. We still have some time before the midterm elections."

"All right."
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With that, the discussions about the so-called good news and bad news came to an end.

In the remaining time, Donald and David further discussed the finalization of the Hollywood project until six o'clock, when Donald left to return to his hotel.

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