The Goddess Shines on America

It is summer.

There is no difference between Washington, D.C., and the rest of the northern hemisphere in July, Jowell thought as he sat in the car. The highway in front of the National Airport is open all year round and is always full of vehicles. Tourists from all over the world are mixed with politicians who often come and go here, and they will pour out in batches every once in a while, adding to the traffic pressure in the metropolitan area. Add a burden.

As a driver, Jowell is used to the bustling city and all the inside stories hidden behind it.

But today is a good day after all, the sun is shining, as the captain in the walkie-talkie said, it is very lazy and suitable for people to go out for a walk. In fact, judging from the news broadcast on the car radio at this moment, the captain should be strolling on the lawn in front of the White House at this moment, because the president is showing affection with his puppy in front of the media.

It's a pity, it's a pity, Jowell couldn't watch the news in person, he could only listen to it through the nagging car radio. No way, who told him that he was just one of the vice president's bodyguards?

And the current task is not to pick up the vice president.

Looking at the time, it was ten minutes before ten thirty in the morning, the plane that just crossed the sky should be the target's boarding. Counting, when the minute hand of the watch points to the "six" position, the other party should appear.

Soon, when the minute pointed to "five", groups of figures appeared behind the glass doors of the airport entrances and exits, and came out one after another. Suddenly, another wave of people flooded the street, and the taxis who had been waiting around for a long time also started to drive away one by one.

Soon, Jowell discovered his target.

A fifteen-year-old girl appeared in his sight, wearing Dior's new summer suit, elegant and delicate sandals, a short skirt with shining pearls, and a minimalist short-sleeved top. When she just walked out of the airport gate, she shook her black hair, and her dark sunglasses reflected the dazzling light in the sun. Before Jowell honked the horn, her gaze came over like an infrared scan.

A black Lincoln car parked sharply on the side of the road. Apart from the driver sent by Bush Sr., how could there be a second such an old-fashioned combination?

Alice smiled slightly, walked forward in two or three steps, and opened the back door of the car: "Driver, drive!"

Jowell glanced at the beautiful Asian mixed-race girl from the rearview mirror, nodded and said, "Yes, miss."

The limousine starts to pull away from the curb and onto the road to a typically upscale residential area, but first passes a viaduct with a lot of traffic. Sitting in the rear compartment, Alice could see the figure of the Pentagon and the wide parking lot outside it when she looked up. As for the standard small refrigerator and red wine in the compartment, she didn't pay attention at all.

Summer is here, summer vacation is here, so the meeting with the Vice President that was not scheduled months in advance should naturally take place.

"gentlemen?"

When the car passed above the Pentagon on the viaduct and immediately turned towards the west, Alice said to the driver: "Is there a newspaper I can read?"

Jowell glanced at the beautiful girl in the rearview mirror: "The shelf on the left is updated every day. It's the Washington Post."

"Thanks."

Alice soon discovered the newspaper and immediately opened the financial section.

In a word, the stock market is booming at this time.

Since the arrival of summer, the stock market led by the New York Stock Exchange has hit new highs. In just three months, the prices of many stocks have increased by more than 30%. Wall Street has been making a lot of money recently, because too many investors have thrown their money at those investment companies. According to Rothschild Bank's financial report for the second quarter of this year, the growth rate of business they received was higher than that of the previous quarter. Compared with it, it has increased by a full half!

However, after extreme prosperity, hell always begins.

After glancing at some bull stock evaluation reports on yesterday's stock market, Alice didn't read any more. After all, this is not the "Wall Street Journal".

Not too long passed, and just after she had flipped through the entire newspaper, the car had already driven to a huge villa in the suburbs. The iron fence opened slowly, and the car that stopped for a while started the accelerator again. Alice looked towards the main door of the house. The door had just opened, and a man in a suit and leather shoes was walking up the steps, and on each side was a man in a suit, leather shoes and black sunglasses bodyguard.

Vice President Bush made his grand entrance. As soon as Alice got out of the car, he stepped forward surrounded by Secret Service personnel.

"Welcome, Alice, long time no see!"

"Hello, Mr. Vice President."

Now is the time to behave well, Alice politely bowed to the other party, at the same time, a prostitute and her useless brat also stepped out of the house at the same time.

"Barbara, George, this is Alice!"

The vice president introduced to his wife and children: "Alice, this is my wife, Barbara, and George."

"Ah, hello ma'am."

Alice smiled and shook hands with Mrs. Bush, then looked at the person beside her.

Well, a forty-one-year-old at a certain time, an incompetent brat.

"Hello, Alice."

Bush Jr. looked at the girl with surprise and scrutiny, and extended his hand with a smile on his face.

Alice raised her eyebrows lightly, and her slender hands made a grasping gesture invisibly. After moving her fingers, she shook hands with the forty-year-old child: "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Bush Jr. , I heard from your father that he just moved to Washington, D.C. half a month ago?"

Bush Jr. looked at Bush Sr., and smiled in surprise, "Oh, Dad, you actually explained it in such detail?"

Bush Sr. looked at Bush Jr., laughed and said, "What's the matter, you still think of yourself as a royal family in the Middle East, and your whereabouts need to be kept secret? Hurry up and get in the house, lunch is about to start. Alice, let's go?"

Can quickly let go of Bush Jr.'s hand, and in the next step, Alice rubbed hard on the short skirt.

Alice clearly remembered that according to his autobiography, Bush Jr. should have moved to Washington in 1988 to support his father's presidential campaign. Now he was called over by his father almost a year earlier, obviously because of himself.

The Bush family has a big business. I started the oil business as early as the 1950s, and my son also opened a company that lost money. He also has a lot of connections with the Middle East, so this huge mansion is also very valuable. The land is vast. Therefore, according to the news three years ago, when Bush Sr. ran for vice president, he did not move into Building 1 of the Naval Observatory, which was specially prepared for the title of vice president, but asked Congress to allocate special funds to renovate his existing residence. , I really know how to use my power.

But after a while, under the leadership of the family, Alice took the first seat on the right side of the long table in the restaurant. In the spacious room, a Secret Service bodyguard is on duty at each of the two entrances, and the chef is on hand to serve the plate with exquisite dishes.

Immediately after she was seated, Mrs. Bush suggested, "Alice, why don't you have a cup of coffee or black tea first? You must have woken up early this morning. Are you still a little sleepy?"

"The black tea is ready. It's too early for me to drink something like coffee."

Responding obediently and deftly, Alice looked at Bush Sr. with blue eyes: "But Mr. Vice President, you are welcome. If you want to drink coffee, you can drink it."

While saying these words, she took a deep look at Bush Sr.

"Oh, I guess it's better to forget it."

Bush Sr. frowned slightly, obviously remembering something unpleasant. Sure enough, he immediately explained: "I don't know what's going on in the past week. My heart always feels uncomfortable. It's better to drink less coffee. Good. Orwell, enough black tea."

Orwell, the bodyguard of the Secret Service responsible for picking up Alice, nodded at the door of the restaurant, and then walked out of the room.

Alice frowned slightly, and said with concern: "Heart is bad? Have you seen a doctor? Have you found out the reason?"

"Of course I've seen it, but the reason...is inexplicable."

This has obviously troubled Bush Sr. for a week. He said thoughtfully: "I have the habit of exercising in the morning every day for twenty or thirty years. Not to mention exaggerated diseases such as heart disease, I seldom even catch a cold." Suffering. It can’t be because of old age, I had a physical examination last month, and all the indicators were completely normal, just a week ago, all of a sudden!”

"It gave us a big shock at the time!"

As a wife, when Barbara mentioned this incident until now, she still spoke in a shocked tone: "He was having dinner at the time, and suddenly fell to the ground, and his whole body twitched like an epileptic seizure. , we rushed him to the hospital. After the president found out, he rushed over immediately, Alice, this incident was on the news, didn’t you watch it?”

"A week ago... our whole family was in Japan!"

Alice's eyeballs rolled around, and the blue light flickered in her eyes. This is a very strange phenomenon. Generally speaking, it is impossible for the color of a person's eyeballs to flicker. However, the family at the dining table didn't pay attention to this detail, because the girl's next sentence blurted out immediately.

"Because housing prices in Japan have risen by another full seven percent!"

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot the theme of our meeting."

It was also true that the previous topic did not want to continue. Bush laughed and said instead: "Investment, George, Alice has a very unique vision in the investment field. I remember that not long before the release of "Alien 2", You seem to have said in an interview that you bought a company called... Ah Doubi?"

"Adobe, Vice President, did you learn English from the Japanese?"

Chichi laughter spread all over the dining table, and just as an older bear child almost choked on Coke, Orwell had already returned to the dining room with a teapot in his hand.