Chapter 490

There is a campaign now, old friend, Russell, a young politician recommended by donkeys whip Underwood, is running for state deputies in the Barnes District, which is coming to the polls, which will be issued at the end of November and officially take office next year.

Behind his rival, the gold Lord is Wall Street investor Edward and several builders who work with him on the original Bain chemical property project.

"When I came, I saw that a lot of single house was almost completed."

Claire, dressed in a white high-end dress, frowned into the office building of Barnes and asked Eli to pick her up. "Russell will win this year even if he wins. What should residents do after two years' moving in?"

Eli joked: "your husband will arrange it."

"I'm suspicious." Claire didn't quite agree, "men are always careless."

The two, with the help of the general manager of Barnes, walked through the door control and came to the top floor, "Hi Claire." Song Ya waited there. "Thank you for taking time to help Russell platform."

"How about the selection?" Asked Claire.

Song Ya smiled bitterly: "it's very adhesive, so I called Eli as his temporary campaign manager."

Claire and Eli have known each other long ago, "let me talk to aplus alone."

"OK, I'll be next door, if you have something..." The little Jew laughed and exited.

"Aplus, Russell's failure to be elected is bad for you." She waited for Eli to close the door and whispered.

"Yes, he must be elected, or candidates like the party will help Edward target my chemical plant." Song Ya laughed: "commercial real estate companies don't like chemical plants too close to their projects, so my workers and their families will invest Russell, and they like this guy very much. You can rest assured that I will take care of the people Mr. Underwood sees. "

"That's fine." Claire's face didn't stretch out, "but two years later..."

"It's hard to say two years later, and when the proportion of the middle-class population in the constituency is up, it's hard to maintain this model." Song Ya was very calm.

He has been working hard on some of the knowledge these two days, and politicians are the least reliable group, especially the bottom politicians like state congressmen. Now workers and their families are ticket warehouses. Russell will definitely stand by the workers. Two years later, the middle-class population will come up, and Russell's tendency will not be certain. And the small election needs little financial aid, so it is uncertain that he will be pulled over by other gold lords one day, turning his head and fighting himself.

In addition, the current fluorescent agent factory is rising rapidly, and the contradiction between workers and their own business owners is not obvious. After two years, it may be that both sides will stand opposite. Russell will face the choice of the gold or ballot box, which is a hidden danger.

Claire's husband is the donkey whip, and she knows the door in it, of course. "I want you and Underwood to take care of Russell and control him. He is a young man, sometimes he can't control his lower body and likes drinking. "

"He doesn't like drinking, he's drinking..."

Song Ya laughed: "of course, he was not married, and it was a good way to draw tickets with the workers in the bar, and there will be no big problems for now."

Claire nodded, "how is your factory running?"

"It's going to make money this year." Song Ya replied.

This year, the production line here is almost full of load. After several price hikes, fluorescent products will generate 18 million gross profit by the end of the year. Of course, he will not disclose the specific figures to each other.

"That's good."

Claire took a video from his bag. "Right, look at this."

Song Ya came over and put it in the video recorder. Inside was a concert over there, "the beautiful tree in the west city?" He knew the boy singer on the stage, which was very red there, and it was Changhong. He was out in the 1970s and should be nearly forty years old now.

"Under the stands." Claire reminded.

The audience of the book on the stage held the fluorescent stick high, very neat, divided into pieces by color, like the colorful flower sea under the night sky, and with their wave and wind ups and downs.

"Have you studied it?" Asked Claire.

"The general manager of Barnes has told me a few times..."

Song Ya felt that the other party actually came for this, "the patent of fluorescent stick expired at the end of last year. Now anyone can produce it. Moreover, the sealed packaging has low toxicity and no light. So the competition is fierce. I asked them to push them several times during the business performance of Fiji. The audience on the side of the United States was very cold. They preferred personality expression more than their books, and did not like this kind of things that turned themselves into background boards. They even prefer lighters. "

"There will always be a market? The plate of the fluorescent stick is much bigger. " "Your factory can't put all the stakes on the Reebok night in the nightclub. You're a entertainment man, and it's easier to get angry than I know that pop is easy..."

"But I have only one factory, and the surrounding area can no longer afford to expand production..."

Song guessed the real purpose of the broker, "you know, our big chemical giants are hard to compete with.""Talk to this man." Claire handed over a business card.

Song Ya picked it up. Seeing the logo of TDCC above, she knew she was helping Dow Chemical. The company's headquarters are in Michigan, next door to Illinois. It's not far away. She sighed in her heart, "I will."

"You seem to be perfunctory?" Claire has always been strong.

"Many big chemical enterprises have tried to contact me. Besides Dow, there are also DuPont and Dongli of Benzi..." Song Ya took his business card in his hand and motioned to him, "I have no ambition to tell Claire. I'm just a 19-year-old singer. I have four courses in a school season..."

"The glow stick industry is now linked to the entertainment industry." Claire looked at the TV screen. "You can't sell Toray. Your company is still serving the U.S. military. You don't have many choices. And I won't really treat you as a 19-year-old college student. "

"I'll contact him." Sonya repeated it, then turned the subject away. "How's Mr. Underwood doing in Washington? I read the news. He has made a great contribution to the promotion of the child protection act, hasn't he? "

"Yes, but he didn't have as much credit as MJ. The scandal of the king of pop caused this bill to pass without any decent resistance."

Clare cocked his mouth, "the first year in office can smoothly promote this level of federal legislation, the grand commander is very happy, which is very helpful to his ruling authority."

Song Ya couldn't help feeling sorry for MJ for a while. He finally realized that, at least, before the bill was officially signed by the grand commander, MJ would never want to get out of this case.

"I noticed that your donation this year seems to have been distributed by another entity?" Claire brought the subject back to her concern.

"Yes, I promised to donate all the income from where is the love, so it will be automatically allocated to a regulated special account and then distributed." Song Ya replied.

“WhereIsTheLove？ Is that a large sum of money? " Clare asked.

"I used some words and actually donated my personal income in that song, so it will be much less than the outside world knows." Song Ya also does not cover up, so as not to be misunderstood and give her husband and wife less.

"Very clever."

Claire had no sense of justice. She laughed and exclaimed, "then I went to Russell's campaign office. You remember to talk to him... " She also pointed to song Ya's business card.

"Please wait, Claire." Song Ya stopped her, "I heard Peter will be out of prison soon?"

"Peter flock?"

"Yes."

"Er, um..." Clare hesitated. "What do you ask him for?"

"Just ask. You know, the current state attorney has been targeting people who once supported Peter, and I don't want to be like MJ, and one day I don't want to have some unexplained misfortune. " People in Ming Dynasty don't speak dark language, but song Ya is very direct.

"If the high crime rate continues, Peter will have a good chance to come back."

Claire was also direct. "After this storm, everyone recognized him as a gentleman who could keep a secret."

Gentlemen

It seems that Peter didn't bite people in order to get rid of the crime after his misfortune, which won the praise of some people in the political circles here, including the party whip couple based in Chicago. "Well, I'm fine." Song Ya said.

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