Chicago 1990

"Chicago 1990(!

"Hehehe..."

I spent the year 1999 at Bedford Mountain Villa. Apart from being a little annoyed by the rich three generations, the year was still very smooth overall. The wealth status gradually matched the identity of Song Ya traveler. He put his arms around his ex-wife watching the entertainment news and laughed.

Dance My Life Three. The pop-up hype in Times Square last night was not approved by the New York City government. It didn't matter, it simply went on.

Before the countdown to the Big Apple, the original dance troupe such as Jenna Dewan and Li Peisi suddenly assembled in front of the live camera on CBS. The same routine as the Lengshan premiere ceremony, flashed after the dance, and always reacted. The slow CBS station used it as a New Year's Eve to broadcast to Quanmi in a foolish manner.

"Mysterious street dance group? ’

‘A group of very cool young people. ’

"Almost caused a riot in Times Square..."

‘What’s the point of doing this? ’

‘Religious ceremony? ’

‘Intentionally provoke the dance troupe and celebrities participating in the New Year’s Eve party? ’

"People's reactions are so fun..."

‘I seem to know one of the dancers, my classmate...’

Among the live audiences and tourists who participated in the New Year's Eve, the navy began to concentrate on uploading photos and videos of the mysterious event of'encounter' in various Internet communities. In addition to the wonderful and neat and difficult street dance, the focus is to record the reactions of the onlookers. Those who have been covering their mouths and watching the whole process in amazement, some applaud and booed, especially the innocent children, staring wide-eyed and staring blankly from beginning to end...

The topic of discussion gradually diverged, and overall it was very positive. The two police officers tried to chase and arrest after the chaos created by the dance troupe and dispersed. Such various forms of humanity were all caught by various cameras, DV cameras, and professional TV stations. Capture it.

This is a natural variety show material, and A+ Entertainment will also edit the relevant content into the street dance competition column produced by the integrated station ACE in Chicago.

Yes, on January 1, 2000, A+ Film Studio officially changed its name to A+ Entertainment.

Viral marketing inspired by Blair, the witch of Artisan Films, did this a few more times, and the popularity would definitely explode before the release of "My Life Three" on Valentine's Day.

In fact, no matter how big the box office is, it is still a small amount of money. Let's watch it for fun.

"Hey, honey, are you here? Don't take a break first?"

The ex-wife went to take a bath, just as Sloan called, Song Ya covered her mouth and said, "The new toy is very beautiful, rich lady... miss me?"

"Don't talk about it!" Sloan's tone will become sharper when he gets excited, and Song Ya is very familiar with it.

"Hey, really, I didn't see that you can spend money so much, it's bloated..."

"Kozko committed suicide!" Sloan screamed, "jumped off the roof of an unfinished building of his real estate company in downtown Chicago!"

"Ok?"

Song Ya suddenly sat up from the bed, "How could it be possible! Kozko should now be in the FBI's witness protection plan..."

After Kozko was arrested, his real estate projects were suspended and encountered bank loans. Real estate developers who rely on the umbrella of politicians and businessmen to make money could not handle it. His company quickly entered the bankruptcy liquidation process, resulting in many unfinished projects. .

"I don't know! I also just got the news!"

"He did it?"

Kozko was unable to testify in the Supreme Court of Illinois. Under the current circumstances, the biggest beneficiary is undoubtedly Peter. Kozko is a traitor, and Songya knows that Peter will definitely do it.

"I don't know! Underwood wants to talk to you!"

"Stop yelling, it's none of our business... Calm down. Bring a good mood, take a good vacation and relax... No, you don't have to go back to Chicago, let me take care of it."

Peter just cleaned the door. Cassidy’s father, Vic McGee, said that all the killings were killed. At least there are many reasons for killing Kozko. Song Ya has been used to his behavior. He didn’t even bother to ask Peter. Convenient, the second is that Peter will not admit it.

Take care of the work, and set off for Chicago on January 3rd.

"You... what is this?"

As soon as I entered the door of Highland Park, I saw Halle stepping out of a beautiful convertible with the logo of the Flying Goddess.

"Rolls-Royce's new Corniche, right?"

Hallie turned the car key with her index finger to show it, and her assistants also got out of the car behind.

‘Boom! ’

Song Ya was rolling his eyes, and Hallie dared not shy away from leaning close and blatantly stamping a big red lip print on his cheek, "Are you paying attention to the market today? YAHOO's market value has just exceeded 120 billion!"

"No, just got off the plane."

"Can you toss it? It's a little scary, we have made enough..." Hallie asked graciously from behind her ass.

"It's all said that you can hold it, so why don't you listen to it?"

Hallie was annoying at this point, Song Ya was a little tired, especially after entering the door, the new mistress Amy was pouting and puffing again.

"For holidays, children, and children by the way, do you have excuses for three hundred and sixty-five days a year?" Amy asked with red eyes.

"Don't let your biological son visit him?" Song Yayi retorted sternly, and then carried the little boyfriend on his shoulders with a hippy smile, "If you feel unhappy, give me one too? Hehe..."

"Let me down!" Amy fluttered against her back with her face.

"Don't make trouble, go get dressed up, we will set off right away and have entertainment." Song Ya slapped her in the fleshy place and was quiet.

"Don't go!"

"Hey, forget it, I just happen to be fine, so let's run for you." Hallie drew her hair from behind.

"Socializing is watching the White Sox game? I knew I wouldn't dress so grandly..."

Amy quickly dressed up and took Song Ya's arm and left home. When the team arrived outside the stadium, she asked.

"It's okay, wait to be generous, members of Congress are there."

In fact, Song Ya didn’t really want to come here. The Cubs and Bulls owner Jerry Reinsdorf publicly made a strange remark a few days ago, saying that he would trade the Bulls’ six NBA championships for a White Sox team. The professional baseball World Series champion.

There is a background in saying this, that is, Jordan has waited more and more impatiently, and began to pressure him privately and publicly, asking him to fulfill his promise to persuade Jordan to make Jordan a minority shareholder of the Bulls when he returned for the first time. And Rainsdorf's sudden dismissal of the Bulls and the NBA is basically a disguised rejection.

Poor Jordan, after he retired, he worked hard to train newcomers for the Bulls. He used all kinds of help from the Bulls to build a momentum. He didn't expect to lick the dog until the capitalists played with nothing...

Even as a plastic brother, Song Ya does not despise Rainsdorf’s operation. It happens that Rainsdorf is also a big supporter of Daly. He plans to look for opportunities this year and return the long-term white socks. In the team box, find a similar suitable place for Underwood’s wife Claire.

"Hey, Congressman Underwood, Claire, Doug..."

Even today, it’s too late. Both the Underwoods and his chief of staff are here, but there is no one else. Song Ya smiled and shook hands, "I will introduce you to..."

"Wow, Miss Adams needn't be introduced. We all like your movie." Claire answered, "Please sit down."

Amy diligently accepted the compliment from the congressman's wife, and Claire quickly led her to the side for small talk, giving the men room for private conversation.

"I heard that Kozko..." Song Ya said.

"Don't talk about Kozko for now!" Underwood smiled and waved his hand, focusing the conversation on the merger of Vivendi and Seagram Universal.

"I'm still waiting, after all, there is still a long time before the transaction is officially concluded..."

It is also a business matter, Song Ya seriously discussed with allies.

There was soft music in the box, and the aroma of fine wine and exquisite food was tangy. The men and women were talking in two low voices, and it was still early before the game started outside.

"APLUS is there at Underwood?"

In the Chicago Mayor’s Office, Little Daly put down the phone, "Very well, Underwood will do it." He solemnly ordered his cronies, "Call Deputy Chief Gore."

"Will Deputy Commander Gore submit?" asked the cronies.

"Yes, I know Gore. He is arrogant and excellent. He has not experienced any major setbacks in politics for many years. This means that he is not as strong in his heart as the outside world thinks. He does not have the kind of cruelty that does everything in order to achieve his goals. At this point, he is not even as good as Peter Flock, which makes him tend to look forward and backward when facing major challenges, and tend to compromise. Not to mention how much he cherishes that beautiful feather..."

Little Daly's eyes were cold, and he said firmly: "He likes to win, and he likes to win clean and beautiful. Hehe, in fact, he hasn't really defeated even any truly powerful opponents, Perelman, John Malone, Ten For many years, he has vowed to be brought to justice. All the wealthy people have a good life, none of them have been dealt with. This year, Perelman still has 4.2 billion worth of wealth on the Fuji Bi ranking list, and John Malone. 1.4 billion has also set a new high? Just under his deputy commandership! How funny!"

"Little Daley is urging again. The deadline he set is today. If we don't speak up today, he vowed to completely fall to our primary opponent: Senator Bradley of New Jersey..."

In Washington, Al Gore is also in an emergency meeting, and his staff asked him for advice, "If Bradley continues to entangle us, the sports world will support...Even if we can win 100%, we are likely to enter the offensive stage at the primary stage. So offended the sports world, and the elephant party candidate George Jr. had been the small owner and general manager of the Texas Rangers baseball team for several years...sports...finally it is possible to cheap our true opponents."

"This is the real reason why Little Daly picked Bradley's support in the first place, right?"

Gore sighed, "I knew he was never a simple, impulsive guy, the Daly family in Chicago...the real king of Chicago..."

"And we can't lose the blue highland in Chicago. This has too much influence in the party..."

The staff continued: "Peter Flock is now very embarrassed. Fortunately, we have kept a sufficient distance from him in time. It is still too late to change our attitude. Little Daley’s brother (because the fictional character of Underwood is added in the article, so the role The person’s setting and experience have changed from the real world) and I’m still waiting outside..."

"Hehe, how much cleaner can the Daley family be than Peter?" Gore sneered.

"Then we..."

"The point is whether or not Peter Flock killed the real estate agent." Gore pondered for a long time and replied, "It's just to be more conducive to exoneration in the next trial."

"Guys who are too prosperous in life will have mental cleanliness, so I deliberately let Kozko out and let Peter Flock capture his whereabouts. Peter is another kind of person. He has a big heart and is ruthless. Too ruthless, superstitious and violent, but the more you do this, the fewer friends..."

Little Daley said: "The more critical the moment, the more daring he is to take risks. I am 100% sure of this, and I bet it right. But this is exactly what people who cherish feathers are extremely taboo. I believe Gore must also be secretly staring. For him... this will be the last straw for him who is crushed but weak in heart!"

"It should be Peter, our people have some clues." As expected, the staff replied to Gore and submitted a secret report submitted by the federal law enforcement agency they could control.

"Ok…"

After Gore read it carefully, he covered the report document and took a deep breath, "It is also possible that the old fox, the little Daly, did it deliberately. It is precisely because Peter Flock was too motivated to kill the real estate agent, so the whole thing It's not necessarily that Peter did it. Don't be fooled by the illusion..."

"There is not much time left before the ultimatum of little Daly, we..."

"Damn, he dared! Give me an ultimatum..."

"Politics is a compromised art deputy leading student."

The staff persuaded: "Basically, it should be Peter. And now we don't have time or need to solve a small murder case... Give up Peter, and we will get all the resources of Little Daley's side."

"But it will also lose a lot, such as..." another staff member hinted.

"Well, just ask now." Gore nodded.

"Om!"

The tsunami of tens of thousands of spectators in the stadium passed into the box, Song Ya's mobile phone was also shaking, "Sorry, I will answer the call..." He convicted Underwood and got up.

"By the way, APLUS, there is one more thing. Today, the deputy leader will make a final choice between the mayor and the governor. Mr. Mayor hopes that you will not forget the agreement you reached with him that day." Underwood suddenly became affectionate. He held his shoulders with both hands, and said with an ear.

"..."

Song Ya was stunned and attacked suddenly? The amount of information in this sentence is too much, right? I can't digest it for a while, I was completely kept in the dark before, "What do you mean?"

"Literally, non-zero-sum game, remember?" Underwood grinned.

This made Song Ya very upset, "I thought you and I were closer than you and Mr. Mayor... This is not like how we have a tacit understanding."

"Of course, but it's not the same thing, it doesn't affect, does it?" Underwood said in a coaxing tone: "You know that I have great political expectations for the position in the Gore government, and this result is for you. I'm fine."

"Sorry, wait a minute."

play me? The phone was still ringing, Song Ya insisted on getting up, and went to a quiet place to answer it alone.

"Everyone is playing real APLUS this time..." Doug shouted to him from behind.

Song Ya ignored him and pressed the answer button. The call came from a subordinate that Gore had been in contact with for a long time.

"I just heard some rumors..."

The other party’s question is very straightforward. If Gore chooses little Daley, will the support he promised change?

"Of course I will continue to support him, but it is best not to change too much with what was negotiated at the time."

I had known that Sloan had been brought in to help with the staff, but Song Ya was a little angry this time, especially angry. The trusted Underwood and Little Daley played a surprise attack? This sign is very dangerous.

"If..." the other party dragged the tone.

"Anyway, I will evaluate again. I don't know the specific situation now." Song Ya didn't want to die.

"OK, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Song Ya sent another text message to Sloan and sat back.

Underwood suggested to go outside to watch the game, Song Ya shook his head, and stopped responding to the other side's gag to ease the atmosphere.

"Why don't you talk? Go out to watch the game?" Amy stared and realized that the air was a little dull, and the music in the box just changed to the more cheerful jazz, that kind of old jazz, a bit noisy, she came over and asked loudly.

"No, let's go, we're over." Song Ya said while looking at his watch.

"We have considered all aspects, but...APLUS does not necessarily buy Underwood's account. The kid has a very vigorous personality. He has an old-school Chicago tune. His wealth is following the big bull market toward billionaires. Today, the market value of YAHOO It's over 120 billion."

In the Mayor’s Office, Little Daly also anticipated this. “His so-called tens of millions of campaign funds is a very plump and delicious steak for Gore, and he can indeed do it easily.”

‘The little guy is very upset. ’

Doug's text message was sent to his staff, who held up the phone screen.

Little Daly made a gesture when he saw it.

"Hey! APLUS! Welcome!"

The Bulls and White Sox owner Rainsdorf came in and almost bumped into Song Ya, who was holding Amy's hand. "Underwood, Claire! Long time no see, you are all here!"

"Hello." Not so coincidentally, the guest in the box would not like to be disturbed, Song Ya coldly shook hands with the other party.

"Don't watch the game?" Reinsdorf asked.

"Yes, we are leaving now, there is an urgent matter." Song Ya replied.

"Sit down for a while!" Rainsdorf pushed him back enthusiastically. Where could the old Jewish man in his sixties be able to push him, "Underwood, what are you talking about? The general election? Or the Internet? Really APLUS, can you teach me how to play that kind of new thing? You know I can't keep up with the trend and only run the club."

The old white man who had just played Jordan was a little unhappy, and he simply pointed out: "Really, we all support Mr. Mayor. If we choose the wrong side this time, we will be our common enemy. It's sad."

"Agree." Song Ya sneered, "Everyone is Mr. Reinsdorf, a businessman, but I really want to leave. By the way, I wish your club a smooth operation."

"Hehe, of course, but caution is recommended." Reinsdorf also sneered, "My secret to running the club is to be careful enough."

At this time, there was a super loud noise in the stadium, and the audience cheered and applauded, "Ha! Our team hit a home run!" Rainsdorf knew what was going on. This way! Kill that little bear!" The opponents of the White Sox today are rivals of the same city, the Cubs, and he cheered happily at the TV broadcast in the box.

"About APLUS...I'll talk about it later, didn't Gore respond yet?" Little Daley was also very nervous and kept squeezing his fists on the table, his eyes getting more and more fierce.

The so-called politician's promise... At that time, in order to stabilize APLUS, it may not be obeyed in the future. If the attitude of the other party today, the guy who does not know how to compromise, at least Chicago will not welcome him anymore.

"He is seeing your brother." The staff replied.

"OK, good sign." Little Daly cheered himself up.

"The deputy commander is leading the student. We must unite this time, otherwise no one can afford the price. We have been dealing with each other for many years. I believe that after today, everything will be adjusted quickly."

Little brother Daly said while submitting a document, "This counts as our gift."

Gore opened it. This was not a gift at all. It was a javelin, a sharp javelin. It was evidence of some private associations between himself and Peter Flock and Motorola about the fiasco of the Iridium project.

"You are..." Gore was furious after reading it, but he laughed, "Are you...Is that what I understand?"

"If you want to say the word'threat', I will try my best to interpret it as an effort to seek cooperation, the last effort." Little Daly's brother replied in an unhurried manner, "Time is running out, and it will start at the beginning of next month. The first official primary in Iowa."

"Perhaps the word should be ‘foul’." Gore’s staff picked up the document and looked at it. It is not difficult for the King of Chicago to get these, but it is indeed not compliant.

"As you understand, we don't care. Peter Flock's mafia-style politician will not benefit anyone. We must stop him with all our strength. Don't forget how much he is liked by the voters." Little Daly's brother replied.

Gore's face was uncertain.

"Oh, yes, there is this." Little Daly's brother took out another document.

"The lieutenant governor is willing?" Gore raised his eyebrows after reading, and the scales in his heart began to tilt.

"You betrayed me?" In Springfield City, Peter Flock called the lieutenant governor and a very trusted running partner to the office. At the beginning, like Song Ya, he was ignorant of the sudden launch of the little Daley today. You’re informed.

He reacted immediately, and only if the lieutenant governor who succeeded him was willing to secretly compromise with the enemy, would the other party launch a fierce assault with such confidence.

"I didn't." The Lieutenant Governor denied it, "Peter, we have been friends for so many years, Kozko is you..."

"I'm too lazy to answer such a boring question." This was already an admission, and gave himself the motive, Peter waved his hand impatiently, "You can go out."

"Peter, give up."

The lieutenant governor turned around and persuaded him to leave after closing the door.

"What if Peter Flock refuses to admit defeat and goes crazy?" the staff asked little Daly.

"People who believe in violence are also afraid of violence, because they know that the destructive power of violence is the ultimate weapon. They use the coldest means to try to wrap and protect the fragile heart, which may even be extremely soft, like licking a prostitute. The tongue of the foot...you just need to touch it."

Little Daley stretched out his index finger to nod the air with a disdainful face.

This nasty metaphor made the staff laugh.

"Do you know? I really like the finale of Godfather One, the execution of a hostile Mafia family leader. That scene often haunts my mind..." Peter called in his personal lawyer and legal counsel in the governor's office. , Looked out the window and said.

"Peter, this is different. Today's situation is completely different." The lawyer persuaded.

"I don't allow me to be so humiliated. I don't want to end up with those former ex who were honestly investigated and tried and ruined." Peter said: "Even if the balance I provide is horrible, they must accept it and win against the coward. The secret of the game is that you are really fearless..."

"Mr. Governor, your wife's phone." The phone rang, and the assistant outside reported.

"Come in."

"Peter, my daughter went home and said that today she was inexplicably called to the office by two people who claimed to be the city's education department at school and asked some boring questions. Is there anything to worry about?" Alicia asked.

"What a boring question." Peter raised his sword eyebrows, and his eyes burst with anger, but he still tried his best to restrain himself and maintain a calm tone.

"It's just some test results, or something..."

"I see, don't worry, I will send someone over... Forget it, you tell her not to go to school tomorrow, and my son not to go, I will call the school."

After dealing with his wife, he punched the blinds like a beast, and his hands were bloodied by the glass behind.

"Mr. Governor?" The guard heard the movement and rushed into the door.

"Get out!"

He sent the guard away, picked up the microphone, "You are crazy..." He said to little Daly, his voice seemed to come from hell, "You don't have any..."

"I have never been more sensible than you, Peter. A madman looks at the whole world madly. Put your crazy heart in a cage. If you lose, your choice is to make yourself decent."

Little Daly interrupted him and hung up before Peter could answer. His mood has become completely optimistic, "I said that? The deputy leader will compromise, he has always been like this."

"Hahaha!"

The staff just got the latest response from there, and the staff laughed, "Really, if the real deputy leader is such a person, can he withstand the pressure next year when the general election is the most difficult?"

"Fxxkyou." Another staff member was already opening champagne, laughing and scolding: "He must win, no one can put him as much pressure as we do today!"

"To Mr. Mayor, to Chicago!"

"To Chicago!"

Everyone toasted and toasted in unison.

"Um...cough cough, oh right, what do you say about APLUS?" A staff member asked after he drank in a hurry, almost choked on him, coughing.

"He has to pay a price for his choice, right?" Little Daly sneered, "I am an adult, and I believe he will be prepared in his heart."

"That kid is also a lunatic when he is pressed, and Deputy Commander Gore will protect the big gold lord."

"Remember that I promised to endure him using no more than one-tenth of his power to support Peter?" Little Daly sipped his drink, "I like this ratio, then one-tenth. It's fair. Gore will acquiesce. , He has made a choice."

"Senator Bradley's phone." The phone rang on the desk and the secretary reported.

"Come in."

"Ha, this is politics, right?" Bradley knew he was just a bargaining chip Xiao Dai used to bargain with Gore, and he was mentally prepared. "Congratulations anyway, and thank you for your support during this time."

Without Little Daley, he would not be a strong primary contender who could break the wrist with Gore. He knew that this was a win-win situation and he did not feel that he had encountered betrayal.

"Sorry, are we still friends?" Little Daly asked with a smile.

"Haha, of course!" Bradley laughed openly. "But you don't actually need to use such a powerful card against me. No need. I'm not the kind of person who doesn't know how to abide by political understanding."

Bradley complained a bit in the second half of his words, "Huh? What card?" Little Daly was taken aback.

"Don't talk about it, it's already over." Bradley didn't want to say.

"Don't make any misunderstandings, what the **** is..." Little Daley really didn't remember how he used a lot of tricks on Bradley.

"It's nothing, I know you have already dealt with the richest man of African descent, right? His people just called the First Bank of New Jersey and informed that they would make a takeover offer in a short time, haha! You are not really planning to poke our hornet's nest, right? Or just a joke?" Bradley replied.

"Uh...I don't know the specific situation, it should be our internal communication problem." Little Daly reacted immediately, following the steps given by the other party, "It's really a joke, it's just for you to read the joke. Sorry Senator Bradley."

"It's okay, so let's talk about it later."

"Okay." Little Daly put down the microphone with a dark face.

Outside, the score between the White Sox and the Cubs was very tight, and the atmosphere in the stadium was very warm, "What happened?"

Song Ya finally stayed, because he received the latest call from Gore's staff just now, and the Underwoods tried their best to stay, so he found a place to sit near the box door alone, and sent and received text messages with Sloan to pass the time. , Did not talk to the Underwoods and Rainsdorf at all.

Both sides were waiting, and there was a clear distinction, and Amy, who accompanied him, asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, I'm waiting for a call." At this moment, another text message came from the mobile phone. After reading it, he frowned and quickly relaxed again.

The phones of Doug and Rainsdorf also rang, and there was joy on Rainsdorf's face. Doug briefly reported to the Underwood couple, "APLUS..." Claire walked over, looking very sorry." Sorry, today..."

‘Gore just fired his campaign office manager and announced that the position would be taken over by younger brother Daly. ’

Song Ya said this when he received Sloan's latest text message, and I believe the news they just received is similar.

"It's okay, since the matter is over, then I'll leave."

Song Ya squeezed a smile and hugged Amy's waist, "Let's go."

"Ok."

"Okay, let's find time to have a good chat." Underwood also came over.

"Your attitude is a bit bad today. APLUS. It’s not necessary. I know you made a lot of money on the New York Stock Exchange, but Chicago is your home and base camp. You have a lot of investments here, TV stations, studios, and records. the company…"

Rainsdorf came over and said triumphantly like an old child.

"Say a few words about Jerry." Underwood reluctantly tried to stop it.

"What are you proud of! Wall Street puppets." Rainsdorf stopped pretending and tore his face straight. "Hey, Mr. Daley, yes, we are all here. Congratulations, can you talk to everyone?" Xiao Dai Li happened to call in person.

"Uh, okay, APLUS is there too?" Little Daly asked.

"of course."

"Can you give him the phone first?"

Song Ya turned to Rainsdorf’s cell phone, "Mayor Daly."

"APLUS, what do you want to do with that bank?" Little Daly asked, "Your behavior surprised everyone."

"It's not a surprise, right? After all, I'm not the one who pitched the ball, am I?" Song Ya replied calmly with a baseball stalk: "And I seem to hit a bad ball. Your changing ball trajectory is elusive... Wait, maybe too. Not necessarily? Although you abandoned New Jersey just now, you still need to maintain basic political integrity, right?"

Little Daly was silent for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, "Well, in any case, we still follow the last agreement... If Mr. Reinsdorf said something that did not make you happy just now, I will tell you on his behalf. apologize."

‘Oh! ’

At this time, a sigh came in from outside the stadium, followed by applause that lasted for a long time.

"?" Song Ya looked at the TV, and the Cubs actually played a slam (there are people on the first, second and third bases, and the hitter scores four points with a goal).

"Oops..."

He deliberately sighed lightly and sighed returning the phone to Rainsdorf, and then left with his arms around Amy without looking back.

Rainsdorf should have just heard a little bit of his conversation with Daly. The old man silently put the phone in his pocket with a ugly expression, looked back at the TV, and secretly decided to take this hapless man next season. The pitcher sent away.

In Springfield, the governor's office was very quiet. In addition to repeatedly confirming the safety of a pair of children with the bodyguard sent to the house, Peter Flock stared at the landline in a daze.

"Peter, I heard that there will soon be a powerful person in the party in Washington urging you to resign."

Chief of Staff Eli hurriedly opened the door and came in to report, "At this time you have to cheer up Peter. Maybe... Maybe Gore doesn't want to lose the donation, I call APLUS?"

"No, it's too late."

Peter really flinched, UU reading www.uukanshu.com he made up his mind, picked up the microphone and took the initiative to call little Daly, "OK, I will abide by the tacit understanding, I hope you can too."

"of course."

The two ended the brief conversation again, and Peter continued to remain silent.

"Are you surrendering?" Eli asked.

"No, no." Peter shook his head, "but now the situation is very bad, and there is absolutely no way to continue using conventional methods."

"Then we..."

"Let's go to the general election." Peter suddenly raised his mouth slightly and replied with a smile comparable to an old-school movie star.

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