Lisko’s American Life

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

After entering this period of time, the main sign of "cowboys, Garrison natives" has attracted many votes from cowboys and ranchers. Now the number one problem is how to win the votes of those native middle-class families in Colorado.

Les is more calm now, and he is extremely grateful to Lisko. When he went to seek Lisko's help, he was still a little apprehensive and worried about gains and losses.

I feel that I will become Lisko's thug and the umbrella that protects his business in the future, so I worry that I will lose my freedom.

Now it seems that without Lisko, how could he recruit such an efficient team on his own.

Moreover, I have not received any request about Lisko.

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

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

This trick he learned from the congressmen he visited these days, don't reveal your thoughts easily.

It seems that you have learned a bit, and some people in the think tank have changed their minds that they are only helping, and they are ready to contribute. Lez has lost the most image of you before, and now it can be said to be A promising politician too.

"Om~"

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 reached out his hand to signal everyone that everything was normal, then opened the door with the mobile phone and walked out.

"Hello? This is Les."

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

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

"Hello, I'm the Denver Police Department. Do you know a guy named Rooster? He asked to call you. Something happened to him."

With a deep and uncertain expression, Les listened carefully to what was said on the phone, and after finding out the detailed address, he hung up the phone.

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

Les walked in, interrupted the ongoing meeting, then stood at the main seat, unbuttoned his suit, propped his hands on the table, and scanned everyone in front of him. A hungry wolf ready to go.

No matter how he disguised himself, Tales was still the cowboy in the wilderness in his bones, and the western atmosphere in his bones could not be hidden.

Now Les’s identity is different. At the beginning of forming the team, he made an agreement with everyone present. During the campaign, he must tell everyone in detail about everything that happened to him. After all, the seniors in the political arena have already Great lesson given.

Maybe even an inconspicuous little thing can be seized by your opponents, and then they will pull out the cocoons, relying on these small threads to turn things around.

Now, Les has to report to his team even when he goes to the toilet. Although he is very uncomfortable, he still holds back for his own political future.

After Lies finished his words and had his own opinions, the entire conference room fell into a rare collective silence.

"Sir." Les's secretary stared into his eyes. Although Les' eyes were very aggressive now, she didn't show any fear.

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

Les looked at the girl with a tall head in front of him, and he admired her a little in his heart. Before he said his suggestion, he had thought about this matter. Maybe it would interrupt his political career, but he still had to do it. .

This is also the reason why he behaved completely differently from the past when he came in. He wanted to rely on his own deterrence to make everyone accept his behavior. I believe that the old foxes who were studying politics at the scene all saw Les' purpose.

Only this, in the eyes of Les, was the girl who came to be gilded. 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. He wanted to go to the police station to see the rooster, and then try to find a way to excuse the other party. Regardless of whether the rooster broke the law or not, he would keep this person.

There are many reasons. Les is the president of the Livestock Association, and Rooster is also an agent under him. He said politely that if he does not defend his own people, then he will not be trusted by others. This is the way of cowboys. .

In terms of personal relationship, I and the rooster are very good friends, and it is normal for my friend to hide from each other when his friend commits a crime.

The deeper reason is that he knows the status of the rooster in Lisko's mind, and believes that the rooster can easily find Lisko's help, and Lisko's energy can easily suppress this matter. As for why the rooster didn't do that, Les can also guess one 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 go up.

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

At worst, I might lose my political line this time because of the rooster thing, and that's not a loss.

Lisko, who had been with Lies for so long, had already figured out Lisko's character clearly.

If he suffers a loss because of this, according to Lisko's way of doing things in return, he will also compensate himself in other places.

Listening to the dissenting opinions from the audience, Les had many thoughts in his mind.

"Bang bang!"

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

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

Les took the car keys on the table, turned and left, leaving the entire office of think tanks looking at each other.

In the car, Les called the chief of the police department, a favorite running for Congress. Of course the chief of the police station knew about Les, and the other party might be higher than him in the future, so he did not neglect.

As for Les's request, he readily agreed. Isn't it just to visit a prisoner and not let him go, there is no embarrassment.

"Thank you, Chief Shires, we'll talk about that later."

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

"Rooster."

"President."

The rooster raised his head and looked at the familiar face in front of him, feeling very kind at this moment.