Chicago 1990

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Eli used to be Peter Flock's campaign manager. Song Ya could see that he had a deep affection for Peter, so he would naturally do the things that spread the word.

"To express my goodwill, just make an appointment at the right time. I can do very little in the position of Illinois Attorney, and I shouldn't do too much."

After Claire left, Song Ya said to Eli: "Donate a small amount of money, come and endorse things, the same as before."

"Your choice is wise, APLUS, the sooner you express your opinion, the more Peter will remember your thoughts." Eli was really happy.

"Don't swell Eli for him too much, he's still in prison." Song Ya complained.

"Haha, when I didn't say it."

Eli smiled and waved his hand, "Then I will make an appointment for you?"

"Yes." Song Ya agreed, "By the way, is that Russell reliable? It's just a small election. Just now, Mrs. Party Whip came to ask in person. She seems to know about that guy's alcoholism."

"It's okay, you know, alcoholics and politicians have the same good qualities. Just open your mouth."

Eli didn't care, "I have served even worse candidates. Russell is quite obedient, and he is also a little charismatic."

"That's good."

Otherwise, Underwood wouldn’t call him a rising star in politics. Song Ya was relieved, “As a company boss, it’s not convenient for me to frequently visit Russell’s platform, which is very pleasing to workers. Before voting, I will let Fergie come to visit. Sing a song to warm up the scene or something."

At this time, the general manager of Barn Company knocked on the door and came in, "Edward invited you to meet, now." He handed over a note.

"Eli, let's go together."

The vote was about to come, and it was time for the showdown. Song Ya and Eli went to a country club in the suburbs. Several casually dressed white old men accompanied Edward and waited there.

"Welcome, APLUS, the penalty for early admission is halved, how about it?" Edward was handsome and held out his hand confidently.

"I didn't do anything to you Edward, you got out of the Barn Chemicals acquisition case because of me, don't forget this."

Song Ya ignored him and only shook hands with the old white men. After introducing each other, they learned that they were all Edward’s partners, the real estate and construction bosses who developed residential projects together. Their businesses were small and medium-sized. Not a big deal, but as long as they are real estate developers, they generally have some influence in the local political arena and should not be underestimated.

"Don't worry, you will be in it soon, after this election." Edward sneered and sat down across from him.

"Your candidate polls are a lot behind."

Eli retorted. As a senior campaign manager, he has seen a lot of such scenes. He also briefly introduced Song Ya on the way here. In this kind of small election, the sponsors of both parties usually sit down and talk before the election. If you can’t reach a win-win agreement, you naturally have to fantasize before you talk about business. You don’t have to believe anything, "If you want me to say, you have no chance of winning."

"We also have polls, which are exactly the opposite of your conclusions." An old man said.

"Then there is nothing to say," Eli replied.

"But you don't need to make the relationship like this, APLUS..." Another old man suggested: "We are willing to make concessions. The Elephant Party cannot make any waves in Chicago. Winning a small seat of the State House of Representatives has nothing to do with the overall situation. Both you and me know very well. In order not to waste your time, you set a price, how can you make you willing to move the factory, we can even subsidize a part of the moving expenses."

"I haven't even taken back my books, and I have no money to move, sorry." Song Ya refused.

"FxxkyouAPLUS, don't think that people outside don't know how many empty gloves you have!" Edward cursed.

"Empty? Why didn't you and Old Barn accomplish that empty-handed?"

Song Ya sneered.

"Hey! Don't be like that! This is not the attitude you should have in business!" An old man persuaded the two of them, "Will you stop talking about that? Edward, we should look to the future with APLUS."

"I came here out of politeness. Actually we have nothing to talk about."

The other party simply wanted to move the factory away from the nearby land for development, but they didn’t know that the factory just made an annual gross profit of 18 million. How could the money from selling middle-class single-family houses be able to subsidize their own India? Relocation of banknote machines? It was a misunderstanding caused by asymmetric information, and with Underwood's care, he was not qualified to make private transactions during the election, so there was no talk at all.

"I hope you will have the confidence to say this two years later." Edward threatened, "When the number of residents buying our house increases."

"guess what?"

Song Ya laughed too, "Even if your candidate wins in two years, it doesn’t matter. I know what you plan to do. Then I’ll have a big deal to donate the factory land to the affirmative organization in Chicago, so that they can convert it into cheap housing and resettle those public housing. People in the district."

This trick is so cruel that even Eli casts incredible eyes.

"Ann...who will you settle for?" The old white man who had persuaded him to start stuttering.

"My African-American brothers."

Song Ya said lightly: "Don't you remember? The shooting incident of the little boy before, the Chicago city government wanted to flatten the public housing area where the incident occurred, which would make many people homeless."

"You can't come to APLUS like this!" another old white man yelled, "That will make the surrounding housing prices..."

Edward turned pale.

"Brothers of African descent are still chemical factories, you choose yourself."

Song Ya was very satisfied with their response, "Perhaps I should announce the good news in advance." Abandoning these words, he got up and left.

"do not!"

They really announced that they don't want to sell the house. The white middle class would not be neighbors with the black people who moved to the public housing area. An old man stopped him, but the wording behind him was not well thought out, and his rosacea was red.

"Don't worry, it's just a joke."

Song Ya left chicly.

They had a good time with Eli. A week later, they met Peter Flock in a jail in Chicago.

The meeting room is not smaller than the A+ record conference room. Peter, dressed in orange prisoners, walked in while laughing and chatting with his lawyers. His haircut was meticulous and his chin was shaved smoothly. She was a female assistant in the campaign office. She used to be public. The young black woman I met in high school even brought a few cups of steaming coffee from outside.

"Thank you." The two prison guards at the door took the coffee politely. "Mr. Flock, I'll be outside if anything happens." They closed the door respectfully from the outside.

This prison is...

Song Ya thought he was in the other party's state prosecutor's office.

"Peter, how are you doing?"

Eli by his side even choked up... as if the other party was suffering from something terrible~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I'm fine, I'm fine..." Peter smiled and lifted one foot, revealing a certain A kind of high-tech shackles, there is a small red light that keeps flashing, "It's just a little embarrassing thing. "

Squeeze a hair out, is that plastic? Song Ya complained silently in his heart.

"How is the appeal going?" Song Ya asked his lawyer. This is also a black man in a suit and leather shoes.

His lawyer gently brushed his hand in front of him, "Overall, it's relaxed and happy."

"When can I be released?" Eli asked.

"The end of the year? But the beginning of next year at the latest." Peter replied, "How is Alicia doing at work?" He asked Song Ya again.

The beautiful face of Julianna Marguerite flashed through Song Ya's mind again, followed by Peter's wife Alicia, and then her lover Will Gardner...

"Very well, she helped me take a firm look at the investment in DTS." Song Ya can only say good things.

"I know she can do it, she is very smart, I knew this when I was in college, and I miss her too..." Peter became sad.

You were arrested for recruiting prostitutes and you were photographed! Don't be a good husband in front of me and set up a feed!

Song Ya frantically complained.

"Mr. APLUS is willing to continue to support you Peter, he is very worried about that fellow Childs, while you are away..." Eli hinted to Song Ya.

"I know, he has been in that position not long ago."

Peter showed self-confidence and domineering, "I will give you a few names, all of which can be trusted..."

He whispered to the lawyer, and the lawyer wrote a few names on a piece of paper, which was basically the middle level of the law enforcement agency in Chicago, and handed it to Song Ya.

"If Childs troubles you, maybe they can help." Peter said.