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side food carts, and his table manners were just short of offensive. He was obviously a clod who could never appreciate the value of a good meal. Such unsophisticated, shallow thinking would surely limit his career. Still, the supervisor’s performance record was adequate, and the burgeoning workload on the ministry was such that making changes at this point in time was unwise.
    “You wished to see me, Team Leader Yangdong,” Hong stated, more that asked.
    The man seemed excited in his own way, “Yes, Minister. Operation Golden Mountain is progressing ahead of schedule. The results of stage one have been verified, and we are ready to begin the next phase. This step, of course, requires your approval.”
    Hong leaned back in his chair. Other than this neutral action, he showed no emotion. The man is so good at hiding his inner thoughts , studied Yangdong, I envy his strength. No wonder he is the minister.
    In reality, the head of MOSS was riding a tidal wave of emotion, ranging from excitement to pure joy. Golden Mountain was one of his pet projects. He had sheltered its funding and resources like a mother bear protecting her cubs. Now, this distasteful man was telling him the plan was ready to be implemented. A celebration was in order. He would have the concierge recommend the latest in upscale Cantonese fare. This report was a long time in coming, and his mind could determine best how to proceed while enjoying a well-prepared meal.
    January 13, 2017
    Washington, D.C.
     
    The Marriner S. Eccles Federal Reserve building has been a landmark in Washington, D.C. since 1937, but didn’t receive its name until 1982. Forty-five years after it was finished, an act of Congress dedicated the imposing Constitution Avenue edifice to a former chairman of the Federal Reserve System, and the magnificent structure finally had a name. With an exterior of marble quarried in northeastern Georgia, the building had been designed in the mid-1930s as the primary meeting place for the 12-member board of directors. Over the years, several original nicknames described the imposing, four-story structure from “The Mount Olympus of Money,” to “The Temple of Tender.”
    Representative Reed Wallace was touring the building with a small entourage of freshmen congressmen. Recently elected in the newly formed Texas 39 th district, the Dallas-based lawyer and businessman was more attentive to this building than any of the others they had explored so far. Part of his campaign promise was to support a full audit of the Federal Reserve System, and he was looking forward to seeing the enemy camp.
    The guide continued, “Today, we are in for a special treat. The main lobby was closed to daily traffic in the 1980s, but will be accessible for our group. Please follow me.”
    As the touring politicians ambled up the marble steps, two uniformed security guards opened the heavy bronze and glass doors. Reed had traveled to Washington many times before. He had always been impressed at how government buildings were designed to project power and security. He supposed it had been that way since Roman times . Your government is stable, powerful, and in charge. Don’t worry – and don’t challenge us, he reiterated to himself.
    After finishing an uneventful walk-thru of the Eccles building, the rookie policymakers continued their whirlwind excursion through Washington, receiving a cursory introduction to the more celebrated landmarks. It was late afternoon by the time the small bus parked behind the capitol building and unloaded the smiling politicians and their families. Reed was still full of energy and eager to return to his office. He glanced at his watch and decided if he hurried, he could make it there before most of the staffers left for the day. He was anxious to get started and maintain the momentum of the election victory. Seeing none of the familiar, yellow taxis at the curb, Reed opted to walk the few blocks to his temporary offices, stretching his