Chicago 1990

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Right now there is an election battle going on. An old friend, Russell, a young politician recommended by Underwood, is currently running for the State House of Representatives in the Barn Company district. Take office.

Behind his elephant party opponents are Wall Street investor Edward, and several builders who worked with him on the original Barn Chemical real estate project.

"When I came over, I saw that many single-family houses were almost completed."

Claire, dressed in a white haute couture, frowned and walked into the Barn company office building and asked Eli, who came to pick her up, "It will be very difficult for Russell to win this year. What should I do when the residents move in two years later?"

Eli quipped: "Your husband will arrange it."

"I doubt it." Claire didn't agree. "Men are always careless."

With the help of the general manager of Barn Company, the two went through the entrance guard and came to the top floor, "Hi, Claire." Song Ya waited there, "Thank you for taking the time to help the Russell platform."

"How is the election?" Claire asked.

Song Ya smiled bitterly: "It's very glued, so I called Eli to be his temporary campaign manager."

Claire and Eli have known each other a long time ago, "Let me talk to APLUS alone."

"Okay, I'm right next door, if something happens..." The little Jew smiled and withdrew.

"APLUS, the consequences of Russell's failure to be elected are very bad for you." She waited for Eli to close the door and whispered.

"Yes, he must be elected, otherwise the candidate of the Elephant Party will help Edward and them target my chemical plant." Song Ya laughed: "Commercial real estate developers dislike the fact that chemical plants are too close to their projects, so my workers Both the workers’ family members will vote for Russell. They also like this young man very much. Don’t worry, I will take care of the person Mr. Underwood fancy."

"That's good." Claire did not relax, "but two years later..."

"It will be hard to say in two years. After the proportion of middle-class residents in the electoral district increases, our model will be difficult to maintain." Song Ya is also very calm.

He has made up some relevant knowledge in the past two days. Politicians are the most unreliable group, especially the low-level politicians like state representatives. Now that workers and their families are the ticket warehouses, Russell will definitely stand on the side of the workers. Two years later, the population of middle-class residents will come up, and Russell's preference is not necessarily. Moreover, this kind of small election does not require much financial aid, so he may be drawn to the past by other funders someday and turned his head against himself.

In addition, the fluorescent agent factory is currently on the rise. The conflict between the workers and the owner of the business is not obvious. After two years, maybe the two sides will stand on opposite sides. At that time, Russell will have to face the election of the owner or the vote. The problem of Cang's choice is another hidden danger.

Claire’s husband is a party whip, and of course she knows the doorway very well. “Underwood and I want you to take care of Russell and also control him. He is a young man and sometimes can’t control his lower body. And like to drink."

"He doesn't like to drink, he is alcoholic..."

Song Ya smiled and said, "Of course, he is not married. It is also a good way to get together with the workers in the bar. There will be no major problems for the time being."

Claire nodded. "How is your factory running?"

"This year will make money." Song Ya replied.

The production line here is running at almost full load this year. After several price increases for phosphor products, it will create a gross profit of approximately 18 million by the end of the year. Of course, he will not disclose the specific figures to the other party.

"That's not bad."

Claire took out a videotape from her bag. "By the way, look at this."

Song Ya took it and put it in the video recorder. It was a concert on the other side of the book. "Xicheng Xicheng?" He knew the male singer on the stage. He was very popular there, and it was a long red, in the 1970s. Debut, he should be almost forty now.

"Under the stands." Claire reminded.

The audience in the audience held the glow sticks aloft, very neatly divided into slices by color, like a sea of ​​colorful flowers under the night sky, undulating with the wind as they waved.

"Have you studied it?" Claire asked.

"The general manager of Barn Company mentioned it to me several times..."

Song Ya felt that the other party actually came for this, “The patent for the light stick expired at the end of last year, and now anyone can produce it. Moreover, in this kind of closed packaging, the contents are low-toxic and non-light-critical, so the competition is fierce. Let them experiment a few times during Fergie’s commercial performance. The audience in the U.S. didn’t catch a cold very much. They admired individual expression more than a notebook, and didn’t like this kind of thing that turned themselves into a background board. They even more. I like lighters."

"There will always be a market, right? The light stick has a much larger plate." Claire asked: "Your factory can't put all the bets on the rave night in the club. You are in the entertainment industry, and I know it's very popular. It's easy to get out of breath..."

"But I only have such a factory, and the surrounding area can no longer withstand the expansion..."

Song Ya guessed the real purpose of the broker, "You know the market on the other side of the book. It is difficult for our big chemical giants to compete."

"Talk to this guy." Claire handed over a business card.

Song Ya took it over and knew that she was helping Dow Chemical when she saw the logo above. The company is headquartered in Michigan next door to Illinois, not far away, and she sighed slightly in her heart, "I will."

"You seem to be perfunctory?" Claire has always been strong.

"Many major chemical companies have tried to contact me. In addition to Dow, there are also DuPont and Toray from Benzi..." Song Ya gestured to him with his business card, "I have no big ambitions for Claire. A nineteen-year-old singer, four courses in a season..."

"The light stick industry is now also linked to the entertainment industry." Claire looked at the TV screen, "You can't sell Toray. Your company is still serving the US military. You don't have many choices. And neither do I Will really treat you like a nineteen-year-old college student."

"I'll contact him." Song Ya reiterated, and then pulled the topic away, "How is Mr. Underwood's life in Washington? I read the news. He has done a lot to promote the Child Protection Act, right? ?"

"Yes, but he didn't have much credit for MJ. The scandal of the king of pop caused this bill to be passed by Congress without any decent resistance."

Claire cocked his mouth, "The first year in office is able to smoothly promote this level of federal bill. The chief is happy, and this is very helpful to his ruling prestige."

Song Ya couldn't help but feel uncomfortable for MJ for a while. He finally realized that at least before the law was officially signed by the chieftain, ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, never want to get out of this case.

"I noticed that your donation this year seems to be distributed in a different home?" Claire brought the topic back to her concern.

"Yes, I promised to donate all the income of WhereIsTheLove, so this income will be automatically allocated to a supervised special account, and then distributed." Song Ya replied.

"WhereIsTheLove? That's a lot of money, right?" Claire asked.

"I used some speech skills. The actual donation is my personal income in that song, so it will be much less recognized than the outside world." Song Ya did not hide it, so as not to be misunderstood to her husband and wife. not enough.

"It's very smart."

Claire has no sense of justice. She smiled and exclaimed: "Then I'm going to Russell's campaign office. You remember to talk to him..." She pointed to Song Ya's business card again.

"Please wait, Claire." Song Ya stopped her. "I heard that Peter will be released from prison soon?"

"Peter Flock?"

"Yes."

"Uh..." Claire hesitated. "What did you ask him for?"

"Just ask. You know, the current state prosecutor has been targeting people who have supported Peter. I don't want to be unlucky for some inexplicable things like MJ." Mingren didn't talk secretly, Song Ya was very direct.

"If the high crime rate is maintained, Peter does have a good chance of coming back."

Claire was equally direct, "After this storm, everyone recognized him as a gentleman who can keep secrets."

gentleman……

It seems that after Peter was unlucky, he didn't bite people in order to get rid of crime and was praised by some people in the political arena, including the party whip couple based in Chicago, "That's good, I'm fine." Song Ya said.