American Fortune Life

In the White House, Smith Sr. walked along the short corridor from the Oval Office to the cabinet meeting room, where he met with Donkey Party leader O'Hai Niu and McCain.

The people present today can be said to be the most powerful group of people in the United States. This is a very important team that will gather to discuss solutions to the financial crisis.

The president, the vice president, McCain, O'Hare, and Paulson sit at mahogany desks in the Oval Office, surrounded by the leaders of the House and Senate, Smith Sr., Pelosi. . .

Numerous other staff sat along the walls or in front of the French doors facing the rose garden.

Xiao Feixie looked around, with a serious expression and a sincere tone, and said in a low voice: "We have a common goal, we need to work together and take action as soon as possible to achieve our goal."

When Little Flying Shoes was speaking, Old Smith focused his attention on the expressions of the group of politicians present. Each of them represented different interests, and under certain circumstances, they would absolutely stick to their positions without compromise. See Seeing that Paulson was also looking at this group of people, his face was a little ugly. It seems that the finance minister should have felt a strong ominous omen.

Flying Shoes dumped the blame on Paulson, who began again with a grim face to describe the dire situation in the market and the need for emergency powers. When he was done, Flyer said he had a simple test to make a decision on the issue: "If Hank Paulson and Ben Bernanke say it works and helps stabilize the market, we support it. "

According to etiquette, Xiao Fei Xie turned to the Speaker of the House of Representatives to ask her to speak. When Pelosi spoke, it was clear that the Donkeys had done their homework and planned a deft response to McCain.

"O Hei Niu will represent the donkey party members." Peipo is a very difficult person to deal with, especially after being elected as the speaker of the House of Representatives, but it seems that the donkey party has reached a consensus. "Aoheiu has been working with me in good faith to work out an agreement."

O'Hei Niu then went on the show, delivering a thoughtful and well-prepared speech that outlined the issue and emphasized the need for immediate action

He sketched out the general picture of the discussions on Capitol Hill, then mentioned the need to adjust regulations and executive compensation, as well as the need to help homeowners. He spoke without a script, rarely used a teleprompter, and was quite eloquent.

"The Democrats will vote yes," he insisted.

But Old Smith never thought that these opponents would agree so easily. Sure enough, he touched the trap set by the Donkey Party: "Yesterday, Senator McCain and I issued a joint statement, unanimously Think this is not the time to play politics. On the way here, our agreement was in jeopardy again. Now, some people think we should start all over again . . . If we do start all over again, the consequences could be very serious."

But obviously, according to what Old Smith knew, there was no agreement at all. Someone has fallen for the trick and believed someone's outward performance. Old Smith was expressionless, with a sneer in his heart, watching the little guy in front of him playing tricks in front of him.

Obviously, the Black Bulls and the Donkeys cleverly set up a plot that McCain's intervention polarized the situation, and the Elephants are breaking away from the agreement. Throwing all the blame on the Elephant Party is a brilliant political drama that is about to turn into a farce.

Flying Shoes also noticed the intentions of these guys, and directly skipped the etiquette procedure and turned to McCain, offering him a chance to respond: "I think this is fair, I will give you the next chance to speak."

"I'll wait for my turn." McCain didn't feel grateful for this, but instead directly slammed back, "In any sense, this is an unbelievable moment. We need to follow the procedure."

In McCain's view, this meeting was originally his meeting. It was he, not the president, who called the meeting. The president just needed to facilitate the wishes of his presidential candidate.

Now it seems,

McCain, who seemed to have no plan at all, interrupted his campaign and called everyone into a meeting. It's not a strategy, it's a political ruse, and the Donkeys are using traps to match McCain's ruse.

"I'm not talking about a whole new agreement, but we do need to adjust key parts of the program." McCain's hardcore will not let him get into trouble, and he quickly proposed an idea of ​​​​a fledgling insurance plan.

*** looked at Paulson with a faint smile and asked, "Is this plan inconsistent with our efforts elsewhere?"

"no."

When meetings are broken up by multilateral talks and people whisper to each other, decorum is gradually thrown aside. Shelby waved a stack of papers that he claimed were the work of more than 100 economists, all of whom agreed that TARP was a bad idea.

'We need time to think about this plan,' he said.

Spike chimed in: "No, the situation requires us to act. We don't have time for hearings with a bunch of economists."

McCain remained silent and did not speak. Finally, O'Hei Niu raised his voice amid the din and said loudly, "I want to hear what Senator McCain has to say, because we haven't heard him yet."

The meeting room became silent, and all eyes were on McCain, who was sitting quietly in a chair and holding a cue card. With a quick glance at the cue card, he begins to make a few general points.

"Many MPs have legitimate concerns and I've started to steer in the right direction on executive pay and regulation..."

When he heard him say that he believed that a consensus could be reached soon, Old Smith looked at him with his expression unchanged, and cursed in his heart, this idiot, he is not prepared at all, what is shooting himself in the foot? When he spoke, Old Smith saw that O'Hei Niu was laughing to himself.

McCain's remarks were anticlimactic to say the least. His return to Washington was a risky and impulsive move. Old Smith didn't think he was ready. This idiot could mess up everything, and he couldn't help the mud on the wall!

Old Smith knew that this could not go on like this. Even if McCain was an idiot, he couldn't let the donkey gang blame the elephant gang for their incompetence. He coughed twice, and everyone's eyes were on him.

"McCain's efforts have been salutary. He has focused public attention on TARP and spurred action in Congress."

Old Smith only needs to express his support for McCain, and then some people will come forward to echo the flag and shout, and soon other senators will jump out and say: "Although we, the Elephants in the House of Representatives, have not approved a certain agreement , but we are proud of our success in incorporating strong taxpayer protections . . . "

Pei Po interrupted loudly at this time, "Taxpayer protection is our business, not yours. Don't put powder on your face!"

Seeing the scene where they started to interrupt each other's speeches, Old Smith smiled lightly in his heart, and returned to his original look of being on the sidelines, while Xiao Feixie, seeing the noisy scene, tried to restore order with helpless words. Soon, Pei Po and Old Smith's younger brother directly tore his face and yelled at the other party. The conference room was thrown into chaos as lawmakers in the House and Senate broke out in a full-blown brawl around the table. Ao Hei Niu began to call out to McCain, who was sitting expressionlessly.

"What's your proposal?" he pressed, "What's your elephant party's plan?"

The situation became so comical that Vice President Cheney started laughing out loud. Paulson, who saw this scene for the first time, just stood there in a daze, looking at all this in a state of bewilderment.

Frankly speaking, an appointed official like Paulson, who has become a half-way monk, would never have seen this kind of formation in political or business situations before, and he might not even have seen it in his college fraternity. Roll up your sleeves and tear them apart.

Finally, Xiaofei Shoes glanced at Old Smith, and Old Smith just nodded slightly with a blank face. Xiaofei Shoes stood up abruptly, patted the table, and said loudly: "Okay, obviously I have lost my right." Control of meeting. Dismissal."

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Looking at the people who were about to make a move just now, as soon as the president finished speaking, they all left the conference room laughing and talking as if nothing had happened. Paulson was only left with shock and frustration. Not only did he witness behavior that he never expected this time around, he didn't even reach an agreement. If anything, people seem to be more distant than ever.

Donkeys gathered in the Roosevelt Hall. When Paulson passed by with a solemn and wry smile, he saw the donkeys chatting inside and began to worry that they would fan the media when they left. So he took a bite and decided to approach them, persuading them to stop.

Everyone gathered around O'Hei Niu at the west end of the room, and there was an uproar when they saw Paulson come in.

"Please leave, you are not welcome here..."

"What are you doing here, eavesdropping!"

"Leave immediately!"

Being driven away by various means, Paulson surrounded in the middle didn't know what to do. His face flushed, he suppressed the humiliation in his heart, and separated the crowd with his hands. He went to Pei Po and bent one knee, bowing down to the altar of the Speaker of the House of Representatives.

"Nancy."

Pei Po was startled for a moment, then raised her eyebrows and flashed a flash of banter, and laughed loudly: "Oh, Hank, I didn't know you were a Catholic."

"Don't mess it up," Paulson said, almost gnashing his teeth, with a smile uglier than crying. "This was a difficult meeting, I admit, but we all need unity."

"It's not us who want to mess up." Pei Po stood up from the chair, said with a sneer, then turned and left, followed by others, leaving only Paulson who stood up with the chair on his back, with a livid face.