Chapter 491

Eli used to be Peter flock's campaign manager. Song Ya can see that he has a deep feeling for Peter, so it's up to him to pass the message.

"To show my kindness and make an appointment to meet at the right time. There is very little I can do for the position of prosecutor of Illinois, and I should not do too much."

After Clare left, Sonya said to Eli, "donate some small money, endorsement on the spot, and so on, the same as before."

"You've made a wise choice, aplus. The earlier you say it, the more Peter will remember it." Eli was really happy.

"Don't inflate him, Eli. He's still in jail." Make complaints about song ya Tucao.

"Ha ha, when I didn't say it."

Eli smiles and waves her hand. "Then I'll make an appointment for you?"

"Yes." Song Ya agreed, "by the way, is Russell reliable? It's just a small election. Mrs. party whip has just come to inquire in person. She seems to know about that guy's drinking

"It doesn't matter, you know, drunkards and politicians have the same good qualities, and they'll just open their mouths."

"Eli didn't care about the candidates any more. I didn't care about Russell's personal charm."

"That's good."

Otherwise, Underwood would not call him a rising star in the political arena. Song Ya was relieved. "As the boss of the company, I am not very convenient. For Russell platform, which is very popular with workers, I will ask feiji to come and sing a song to warm up the field before voting."

At this moment, the general manager of Barnes company knocked on the door and came in, "Edward has asked you to meet. Now." He handed over a note.

"Eli, let's go."

The vote was coming, and it was time for the two to have a showdown. Sonya and Eli went to a country club in the suburbs. Several white old men in casual clothes were waiting with Edward.

"Welcome, aplus. How about half the penalty for admitting defeat in advance?" Edward was graceful and held out his hand.

"I didn't do anything to you, Edward. It's because of me that you solved the Barnes chemical acquisition. Don't forget that."

Song Ya didn't pay attention to him. He just shook hands with those white old men. After introducing each other, he learned that they were all Edward's partners. The real estate and construction owners who worked together to develop residential projects were small and medium-sized enterprises, and they were not a great figure. However, as long as they were real estate developers, they generally had some influence in the local political arena, which should not be underestimated.

"Don't worry, you'll soon be in it, after this election." Edward sat down opposite him with a sneer.

"Your candidate is a lot behind."

Eli retorted. As a senior campaign manager, he has seen a lot of such scenes, and he also briefly introduced it to song Ya on his way to the election. In this kind of small election, the gold owners of both sides usually sit down and talk about it before the election, just try to see whether they can reach a win-win agreement or not. Before talking about business, naturally, he has to put up a big banner and drum, and don't believe anything, "if you want me to say it, you have no chance of winning."

"We also have polls, contrary to your conclusions." Said an old man.

"Then there's nothing to say." Eli returned.

It's not necessary to make aplus Another old man suggested, "we're willing to make concessions, as if the party can't make a storm in Chicago. Winning a small state representative doesn't matter. You and I know that. In order not to waste your time and my time, you can make a price to make you willing to move the factory. We can even subsidize you part of the relocation cost. "

"I'll even confiscate my copy. I can't afford to move it. I'm sorry." Song Ya refused.

"Fxxkyouaplus, how much you've done with your bare hands, don't think the outsider doesn't know!" Edward yelled.

"Empty handed? Why didn't you and old Barney do it empty handed? "

Song Ya retorted.

"Hey! Don't do like that! This is not a business attitude! " An old man advised them, "don't talk about that, OK? Edward, we should look to the future together with aplus. "

"I'm here out of courtesy. We don't have much to talk about."

The other party just wants to move the factory away to develop the land nearby, but they don't know that the factory has just made an annual gross profit of 18 million. How can the money from selling the middle-class single family house afford to stop the production and move the banknote printing machine? It's just a misunderstanding caused by unequal information. With Underwood's care, he is not qualified to make private transactions in the election, so there is no need to talk about it.

"I hope you have the strength to say that in two years." Edward threatened, "when more people buy our homes."

"Guess what?"

Song Ya also laughed, "two years later, even if your candidate wins, it doesn't matter. I know what you're going to do. I'm going to have to give the factory site to equal rights groups in Chicago and turn them into low-cost housing for the people in the public housing estates

It was so hard that even Eli threw an incredible look."Ann Who will be placed? " The old white man who had been persuaded to make peace began to stutter.

"My African brothers."

Song Ya said lightly, "don't you remember? Before the shooting of the little boy, the Chicago city government will level the public housing area in the place where the incident happened, which will lead to many people homeless

"You can't mess around aplus!" Another white old man yelled, "that's going to make house prices around..."

Edward's face was white.

"African brothers or chemical plants, you choose."

Song Ya was satisfied with their response. "Maybe I should release the good news in advance." Leave this sentence and get up and go.

"No

They don't want to sell their houses. The middle-class white people don't want to be neighbors with black people who move to the public housing area. An old man stops him, but the words behind him are not well thought out, and his nose is red with wine.

"Don't worry. It's just a joke."

Song Ya left smartly.

Having a good time with Eli, they met Peter flock in a Chicago prison a week later.

In a meeting room no smaller than the a + conference room, Peter, dressed in an orange prisoner, accompanied by a lawyer, smiles and talks about something. His haircut is meticulous and his chin is polished. The female campaign office assistant, the young black woman she met in public high school, even brought a few cups of steaming coffee from the outside.

"Thank you." The two c.o.s. at the door politely took the coffee. "Mr. flock, I'll be outside if there's anything I can do." They closed the door respectfully from the outside.

This prison is

Song Ya thought he was in the other party's state prosecutor's office.

"How are you, Peter?"

Eli is still choking It seems that the other party is suffering from something terrible.

"I'm fine, I'm fine..." Peter raised a foot with a smile, lit some kind of high-tech shackles on his foot, and a little red light kept flashing, "this is just a bit of a drag."

What a haircut. Is that plastic? Song Ya silently make complaints about it.

"How is the appeal going?" Songya asked his lawyer that he was also a black man in a suit.

His lawyer brushed his hand gently in front of him. "On the whole, it's light and pleasant."

"When can I get out of prison?" Asked Eli.

"At the end of the year? At the latest, early next year. " Peter replied, "how is Alicia doing at work?" He asked song Ya again.

Julia margaritas's beautiful face flashed through song Ya's head again, followed by elicia, Peter's wife, and then her lover, wil Gardner

"Well, she helped me keep a firm eye on my investment in DTS." Song Ya can only say good things.

"I know she can do it. She is very smart. I knew that when I was in college, and I miss her very much..." Peter was sentimental.

You've been arrested and photographed! Don't fill up your husband's wife in front of me!

song Ya make complaints about herself.

"Mr. aplus is willing to continue to support you, Peter. He's worried about that fellow charltz, while you're away..." Yi Lai helps song Ya hint.

"I know, he didn't do it long in that position."

Peter showed a confident domineering, "I give you a few names, all of which can be trusted..."

He whispered to the lawyer, who wrote several names on a piece of paper, basically the middle level of Chicago law enforcement, and handed it to Sonya.

"Maybe they can help you if charltz bothers you." Said Peter.

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