Lisco's American Life

Les is discussing the next publicity strategy with the campaign team.

During this period, the main slogan of "cowboy origin, Garrison native" has attracted the votes of many cowboys and ranchers. The number one problem now is how to attract the votes of those local middle-class families in Colorado.

Les is now more and more calm and relaxed. He is extremely grateful to Lisko. When he first sought Lisko's help, he was still a little uneasy and worried about gains and losses.

I felt that I would become Lisko's thug and the umbrella to protect his business, so I was worried that I would lose my freedom.

Now it seems that without Liske, how could he have recruited such a highly efficient team by himself?

Moreover, I did not receive any requests about Lisko.

He thought helplessly that his official position was too small and there was nothing he could do to help Lisko.

Looking at the think tanks talking loudly in front of him, Les kept his mysterious smile and did not express any opinions.

He learned this trick from the congressmen he visited these days. Don't reveal your thoughts easily.

It seems that they have learned something. Some people in the think tank have also changed their minds about just helping, and are ready to contribute. Les has taken off his previous best image, and now he can be said to be...

A promising politician.

"Buzz~"

The mobile phone on the table lit up, interrupting everyone's discussion. Les picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. He stretched out his hand to indicate that everything was normal, then opened the door and walked out with the mobile phone.

"Hello? This is Les."

Les's tone was extremely gentle, which was also the result of the team's packaging. In order to make him look more approachable, he deliberately maintained his state during this period.

After acting for a long time, I almost got used to it.

"Hello, this is the Denver Police Department. Do you know a man named Rooster? He asked to call you. Something happened to him."

Les's expression was deep and uncertain. He listened carefully to what was said on the phone, and then after asking for the detailed address, he hung up the phone.

"Everyone, I have a private matter and I need to seek your opinion."

Les walked in, interrupted the ongoing meeting, then stood at the head of the table, unbuttoned his suit, propped his hands on the table, and scanned everyone in front of him, his whole figure was like a

A hungry wolf ready to go.

No matter how he disguises himself, Talis is still the cowboy who dominates the wilderness at heart, and the western flavor in his heart cannot be hidden.

Now Les' identity is different. When he first formed the team, he made an agreement with everyone present. During the campaign, he would tell everyone everything that happened to him in detail. After all, the seniors in the political field had already

A big lesson was given.

Maybe even a small and inconspicuous thing can be seized by your opponent, and then they can peel off the cocoon and rely on these small threads to turn the situation around.

Now, Les has to report to his team even if he goes to the toilet. Although he is very uncomfortable with it, he still endures it for the sake of his political future.

When Les finished speaking his words and his own opinions, the entire conference room fell into a rare collective silence.

"Sir." Les's secretary stared into his eyes. Although Les's eyes were very aggressive now, she didn't look afraid at all.

"If you do this, our previous efforts may be in vain, and this matter will be used by your political opponents as a bargaining chip to attack you. Therefore, based on the possibility of this happening, I do not recommend that you do this."

Les looked at the tall girl in front of him and admired her in his heart. He had thought about this before he gave his suggestion. Maybe it would interrupt his political path forward, but he still had to do it.

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This is also the reason why he acted completely different from before when he came in. He wanted to rely on his own intimidation to make everyone accept his behavior. I believe that every old fox studying politics here has seen Les's purpose.

Only this, in Les's eyes, was the girl who came here to get gold. She directly pointed out the consequences of Les's actions, which really changed Les's impression of her.

But Les still decided to go ahead with it. He wanted to go to the police station to see Rooster, and then find a way to excuse the other person. Regardless of whether Rooster violated the law or not, he had to save this person.

There are many reasons. Les is the president of the Livestock Association, and Rooster is also an agent under him. To put it politely, if he doesn't protect his own people, then he will not be trusted by others. This is the way of a cowboy.

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Taking personal relationships as an example, I am very good friends with Rooster. When my friend commits a crime, it is normal for me to hide from each other.

The deeper reason is that he knows the status of Rooster in Lisko's mind. He believes that Rooster can easily find Lisko's help, and Lisko's energy can easily suppress this matter. As for why Rooster didn't do that,

Les can also guess a thing or two.

If I ignore it this time, I may lose Lisko's blessing and support in the future. With my own ability, there is no way to move forward.

The boasting in various aspects during this period did not disturb Les's basic judgment and reason.

If you think about it worst, you might lose your political line this time because of the rooster thing, and that's not a bad thing.

Les had known Lisko for so long, and he had already figured out his character clearly.

If you suffer losses as a result, according to Lisko's way of dealing with things, you will be compensated elsewhere.

Listening to the various objections in the audience, Les had many thoughts running through his mind.

"Bang bang!"

Les knocked on the table, then stood up and fastened his suit.

"That's it. You guys think about how to end it. I'm going to the police station."

Les took the car keys on the table, turned around and left, leaving the entire office brain trust looking at each other.

In the car, Les made a call to the chief of the police station. As a popular figure running for Congress, the police chief knew of course Les, and the other party might be more senior than him in the future, so he did not neglect him.

As for Les's request, he readily agreed. It was just to visit a prisoner and not to let him go. There was nothing embarrassing about it.

"Thank you, Director Shiers, we'll talk about it later."

Les walked out of the director's office, looked at the rooster that had been taken to the reception room, and then thanked the director.

"Rooster."

"President."

Rooster raised his head and looked at the familiar face in front of him, feeling particularly friendly at this time.