Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

Alone as a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my relatives every festive season.

Knowing that the brother ascended the high place, there was only one less person who planted dogwood everywhere.

United States, Honolulu.

Song Jun sat at home and looked at the various gifts from the company's old brothers and juniors, his eyes were a little lax.

It is the Double Ninth Festival of the year again.

But he can only stay on the other side of the ocean in this foreign country.

I don't know how Qingqing is at home.

Will there be bastards like Zhang Changrong to harass her?

Does she miss me too.

Why don't you call me.

The father and daughter linked their hearts, seeing Song Jun's distraught appearance, Song Xiaodan who came from Boston secretly laughed.

"Dad. Are you thinking about my mother?"

Being teased by his daughter, Song Jun couldn't hold back.

I, Lao Song, don't want to lose face.

"No! I wonder what she is doing."

pooh-

Song Xiaodan was amused by Song Jun's expression of twisting his neck. Lying is also a bit good, but Shen Jiannan never winks when lying.

Suddenly thinking of Shen Jiannan, the smile on Song Xiaodan's face gradually disappeared.

This bastard, don't even come to see me!

"Miss that little bastard?"

"No, I wonder what he is doing."

"Ha ha--"

Song Xiaodan raised his neck arrogantly, and the same answer and the same movement made Song Jun laugh out loud.

Fortunately, she is my old Song's daughter.

This time it was Song Xiaodan's turn to lose his face.

"Dad. If you miss my mother, go back and see her. How long have you been back to China?"

"Hey, the United States is currently undergoing a general election. I really can't let go of the fact that the final result will not come out."

Song Xiaodan opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

At the end of April, a serious riot broke out in Los Angeles. At first, the rioters mainly targeted Korean stores, smashing and looting, and later spread to the entire Asian city.

The cause of the incident was that a 15-year-old black girl entered a convenience store opened by a Korean woman in a small store in Koreatown, Los Angeles, and put a bottle of orange juice in her backpack, but was discovered by the owner on surveillance.

The Korean shopkeeper caught the black girl, who was over 1.8 meters tall, and the shopkeeper was a Korean woman in her fifties. During the dispute, the black girl punched the Korean shopkeeper three times and knocked her down.

The Korean shopkeeper then took back the drink, pulled out a gun when the black girl turned around, and shot the girl in the back of the head at close range, causing her to die on the spot.

Afterwards, the court convicted the Korean shopkeeper of murder without premeditation, but only sentenced to five years of probation, a fine, and community labor.

The blacks are not willing now, and have formed a relationship with Koreans ever since.

In the same year, a twenty-seven-year-old black youth named Rodney King was released on parole. He was sentenced to two years in prison for robbing a convenience store while drunk. The friend was drunk.

Afterwards, he speeded to 180 kilometers on the expressway with Jiuxing, and was found by the patrol police and was immediately wanted for one star.

King did not stop and continued to run red lights, intending to get rid of the police car chase. The arrest was raised to Samsung, and only after more than 20 police cars and helicopters were dispatched, the police forced him into a dead end and stopped the vehicle.

But this person may have drunk too much, resisted arrest violently, and saw that the girl in the policeman was good-looking, and he also performed a few classic movements of raising his waist and sending his cross from the air.

Since Jin was a young professional baseball player, he was 1.88 meters tall and weighed more than 110 kilograms. He had been exercising all year round and did not have much fat. After the police used non-lethal weapons and suffered two 50,000-volt stun guns King was still fine, and the four policemen were not able to subdue him.

Later, the police took out their batons and beat him more than 50 times before begging for mercy and giving up resistance.

This process was recorded and sent to the TV station. In order to attract attention, the TV station cut off the beginning and the end and scrolled on the TV. It only played dozens of seconds of the police beating Jin who fell on the ground.

In the previous shooting incident, there were old hatreds and new hatreds. On the day the police were acquitted by the court, blacks began to target more than 2,000 stores in Koreatown.

Facing the menacing gangsters, the Koreans panicked at first, and immediately contacted the Los Angeles police.

In the United States, police officers have the right to put their own safety above the safety of others. Therefore, the witty Los Angeles police made full use of legal weapons to protect themselves: they directly gave up the law and order in many areas of Los Angeles, and took the best policy.

Koreatown, reduced to anarchy, immediately became a battlefield.

Black people with guns killed people from Koreatown to Huaxia City, making Chinese people the targets of attacks. Even in the later stages of the riots, these rioters even robbed the stores of blacks and Latinos, including their own black brothers' stores. The Korean woman who shot the black girl had her shop set on fire.

But in the final result, only one Korean-American who resisted in an organized and disciplined way died, while nearly a thousand victims of unorganized and undisciplined Chinese-Americans suffered indiscriminate disasters.

As the largest organization and party of Chinese in the United States, the Zhi Gong Party has also been paying attention to this matter, hoping to strengthen the status of Chinese in the United States, so that this kind of time similar to being randomly killed and robbed by African Americans will no longer happen.

And now, the United States is facing a general election, which is undoubtedly an opportunity for the Chinese community to appeal for their rights.

Song Jun did not return to China during the Mid-Autumn Festival, in order to bet on the new president before the results of the general election, hoping that the new president will win some personal rights for the Chinese community when he is in power.

It's just that although the idea is good, it is difficult to implement it.

The current President Bush Sr. represents the Republican Party, behind which are the Rockefeller family, the Koch family, the LeMeron family, the DuPont consortium, the Cleveland consortium, and the Texas consortium. These steel and oil tycoons are representatives of the rich, and they are also petrochemical companies. The giant has a prominent military industry that ended the Cold War and ended the nuclear crisis.

Song Jun asked for an interview in the name of the chairman of Yixing Company several times, but was rejected.

Not to mention seeing people, I didn't even see a hair.

Can support others and have no chance of winning.

Although Ross Perot is rich and has his own reform party to participate in the election, the history of the United States is basically a history of games between the Democratic Party and the Republican Party.

Even if Perot behaved like a dark horse and won 19% of the votes, but against the flourishing Bush Sr., coupled with the support of the major Republican consortiums, Perot had no chance of winning at all.

William Clinton, elected by the Democratic Party, has no chance of winning.

Young, inexperienced, and of civilian origin.

Although there are Morgan, Boston consortium, Citigroup consortium, and Jewish consortium, California consortium, Chicago consortium, these financial consortia support, but his fundamentals are too poor.

After all, Bush Sr. is a sure win.

But the problem is that Song Jun can't see anyone at all, let alone appealing for the rights of the Chinese, and he doesn't even respond to people who come to give money.

"It would be great if Jiannan was here."

Seeing his father's sad face, Song Xiaodan sighed and said subconsciously.

This made Song Jun very uncomfortable.

"What can he do? This is not something that can be determined by good luck in the financial market. The major financial groups have been fighting for more than a hundred years. With the current power of the Republican Party, even the Democratic Party has to avoid its peak. Although he is a little capable, this He is not qualified to participate in this level of competition."

"Old Song. I said why I have been sneezing for the past two days. My relationship is because you speak ill of me behind my back."

As soon as the voice came in from the outside, a young man in a suit and leather shoes strode in with a gift.

But it was Shen Jiannan who got off the plane not long ago.

But when this guy saw Song Xiaodan was there, the teasing smile on his face changed instantly, just like a fart before, which didn't even have the slightest hint of teasing.

Song Jun was not ashamed of this guy's face change, he twisted his neck and didn't even look at him.

Shen Jiannan had such a thick skin, he didn't care what he said before, he winked at Song Xiaodan and put the present on the table with a flattering smile.

"Dad, this Double Ninth Festival, this is the moon cake my mother asked me to bring you, homemade. This is the chrysanthemum wine that my mother asked me to bring you, and we also made it ourselves."

puff!

Song Xiaodan was amused by Shen Jiannan's serious words.

My mother and my mother, if they changed to someone else, they would have to listen to fools.

Song Jun was also upset, wanted to laugh, but felt that laughing now was too embarrassing, and his old handsome face became a little weird.

"You kid, you know how to play tricks."

"Dad, I, Shen Jiannan, am not the one who plays tricks. How is your health recently?"

Farting in a serious manner, without waiting for Song Jun's answer, Shen Jiannan sat down on the sofa next to Song Xiaodan unceremoniously, and conveniently opened the mooncake he brought, broke half of it and brought it to Song Xiaodan's lips.

"Baby. Our mother spent a week making this, and I specially asked me to bring it here for you to taste."

Song Jun was also eating mooncakes, walnuts, peanuts, rock candy, crispy and just right, but when he saw his daughter being fooled by Shen Jiannan's nonsense, he almost fainted, and really wanted to smash the half-drawn mooncake in his hand on Shen Jiannan's head.

Obviously, this guy is just talking about running trains to fool people.

It's a pity that Shen Jiannan didn't have the slightest awareness of showing affection and dying quickly, so he took the mooncake and put it on Song Xiaodan's mouth with great interest.

Father is still here, Song Xiaodan has the nerve to move his mouth, patches of blush floated on his pretty face, and he gave him a reproachful stare.

"How do you know I'm here?"

Well, that's a good question, and it's no surprise that she is my Song Jun's daughter.

Song Jun was so happy that he almost clapped his hands, full of anticipation and ready to see Shen Jiannan suffer.

"Last night the stars and the last night wind, the west side of the painting building and the east side of Guitang.

The body has no colorful phoenix and double flying wings, but the heart has a tacit understanding.

You have always lived in my heart, I will not feel it wherever I go. "

Go to hell, scumbag.

Song Jun aimed at the trash can to pretend to be Shen Jiannan, and spat hard. He has seen such a shameless thing before, but he has never seen such a shameless thing.

As for Song Xiaodan, her smiling eyes almost narrowed, although she knew that what Shen Jiannan said was all lies.

"It will be glib, it must be Jielina and the others who told you."

"Oh. How could you even guess this? If you are so smart, you won't be able to give people a way out."

"Hmph! You think I can't guess."

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Song Jun was full of black lines.

It is said that a daughter follows her father, but why is this daughter so naive.

If it wasn't for Song Xiaodan's eyes like his, he would doubt whether this daughter was his own.

"Jiannan. You also know about the riots in Los Angeles. Dad has been worrying about how to improve the status of us Chinese in the United States. Do you have any ideas?"

After eating the mooncakes that her mother-in-law specially asked her husband to bring, Song Xiaodan wiped her mouth and said to Shen Jiannan full of hope.

When he first entered the door, Shen Jiannan actually vaguely heard some conversations in the room. Now that Song Xiaodan mentioned it, he immediately connected the cause and effect together.

"This is actually not a problem. If the Chinese group can support a president to get some political talk before the final result of the US election, after two terms, it will be very helpful for the status of the Chinese. If more Supporting a few presidents can consolidate the status of the Chinese, although it is impossible to improve to the same level as the whites, but at least they will not be inferior to the old blacks as they are now."

"It's all nonsense."

Song Jun rolled his eyes angrily, with an undisguised sarcasm in his tone.

Shen Jiannan smiled shamelessly, stared straight at Song Jun and said, "Dad, aggressive tactics are useless to me. If you want to know what I have to offer, you might as well just tell me."

He is not bad at all, Song Jun is not bad at all, this guy is not embarrassed by Shen Jiannan at all, he still sarcastically said: "With the military blessing of ending the cold war and eliminating the crisis of nuclear war, and the support of the Republican Party, Bush Sr.'s re-election is already a certainty However, the Republican Party has always held an anti-China attitude, and they are not short of money, so what can you do.”

Shen Jiannan stretched out a finger and shook it earnestly.

"It's The Economy, Stupid!"

After a while, Song Jun bounced off the sofa.

"Who do you call an idiot?"

Unexpectedly, Shen Jiannan was taken aback, and quickly waved his hands in defense, "I mean the problem is the economy, idiot."

It's worth it.

Song Jun's face was as dark as an iron pot, and anger flashed on his face. Seeing that something was wrong, Song Xiaodan swiftly blocked Shen Jiannan from behind.

"Dad. What are you doing!"

"Dandan, didn't you hear what this bastard just said? He called me an idiot."

Song Xiaodan didn't care about these things, and protected Shen Jiannan even more tightly, so he just said something stupid, as for the hands-on ones.

"Dad! Did you forget that you swore to my mother never to do anything again?"

Fuck?

Lao Song really has bronchitis.

Shen Jiannan didn't think it was a big deal, he remembered Song Jun kneeling on the durian and swearing to He Qingqing.

Song Jun is so angry.

Back then, he was young and energetic, and relied on his kung fu to fight with others. Once he was injured, He Qingqing decided to break up with him, so he had to swear a poisonous oath, and he would never fight with others again.

But this kind of thing is so embarrassing that my daughter said it in front of outsiders.

It's really a girl who doesn't want to stay!

Thinking of Song Xiaodan secretly feeding money to Shen Jiannan back then, Song Junqi's eyes turned red.

When Shen Jiannan saw something bad, he didn't dare to be good again.

"Dad. Don't be mad. I'm not saying you're an idiot. I'm talking about Clinton. Didn't you notice his campaign slogan?"