Chapter 1263 Resignation

Text Chapter 1263 Resignation

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"Yes, the difference of a few votes is really a pity, maybe this is God's arrangement..."

Underwood's voice was still firm, optimistic, and full of magnetism, "Me? Haha, soon, I know that no matter what, I must give everyone an explanation before January 1st."

He didn't answer the question directly, but was very happy to hear that Song Ya offered to continue to support him, "Thank you, aplus, uh... I haven't followed entertainment news recently, will you come to Washington to perform?"

"That's a pity, what's the number in Chicago?" He picked up the pen, then put it down again, "Really? It shouldn't be possible, I won't be able to leave within this year... Yes, according to the process, the Senate will vote until January next year at the earliest , but that has nothing to do with me."

"Television? Live? You sold the Chicago show to HBO? Okay, haha, I'll watch."

"Okay, goodbye then."

The atmosphere in Party Whip's office was much more depressing than his optimistic tone. Just as he hung up the phone, his wife Claire, who was across the desk, asked, "Do we need to worry?"

"Aplus? No, he will continue to pay next year." He replied.

"Oh? What's wrong with him that we don't know about?" Claire asked.

"No, he's almost invincible, as long as he doesn't make fundamental mistakes."

The young three-billionaire, the light of the black man, the group icon, the superstar of multiple habitats, the Hollywood player, and the ally of the Internet industry. By. Some time ago, he played a black face and helped some people in Washington to extract a lot of money from Lazarenko. I heard that including the FBI Director Frith whose position was in jeopardy... But Underwood didn't want to say these words to his wife.

"Um."

Claire didn't ask any further, Aplus's public support was indicative, she ticked off the small book with satisfaction, "Then the rest are pathetic fencers, you can't lose your position, it's bad for our cause deal a major blow."

Underwood didn't listen to her this time, "I have to keep Claire decent, sometimes it's not a bad thing to retreat, like Dunkirk."

"Before that, did you put in 100% effort for it?" Claire asked coldly.

"I'm doing my best, almost, just a little bit, I won't show mercy to those who run away." Underwood pinched his index finger and thumb together to gesture.

"How about submitting your resignation first, and then let your colleagues in the party retain you?" Claire suggested.

Of course, Underwood was unwilling to leave his job and snapped his fingers, "We have the same views."

"Who's right? Dick Giffat, chairman of the National Committee of the Donkey Party?"

Claire asked. Underwood didn't answer, and she looked back at Doug, the chief of staff, over the sofa.

"Dick Giffard won't help, we tried to take his congressional position (Dick Giffat is also the majority leader of the House of Representatives), he has a grudge."

"call……"

Claire held his forehead, "Dick Giffard should have made a bet with Newt Gingrich. They are equal in status. He is also responsible for the impeachment case."

"Who knew there was a m-fxxk damn blue dress."

Underwood gritted his teeth and said.

When he thought of this big oolong, he regretted it too much. He thought it was a risk-free political show. If the performance was good, he might be able to go one step further. Who knew that he jumped too high... and he cheated himself, no, he was sworn to and ate it The commander-in-chief who can't wipe his mouth clean is in a pit, really unlucky.

"There are not many people who are qualified to keep you, so the only one left is the current Grand Commander..." Claire frowned.

Underwood nodded, "I'm asking Doug to contact the White House Office and try to find a chance to meet with him alone today. We're waiting for the call."

"He doesn't want to see you?" His wife was always sharp.

"The Grand Commander is very dissatisfied with our rushing back to Chicago for personal campaigning at a critical moment during the last vote." Doug replied.

"Ha!" Claire snorted unhappily, "He will lose even worse if we don't keep our seat first."

"There are not many reasonable politicians." Underwood smiled wryly.

"By the way, where did your opponent, that guy who sat in a daze on the recliner in front of his house all day, raise so much money?"

Claire was very puzzled when this matter was mentioned.

"Naturally, the Elephant Party is making trouble for me, and most of his money comes from a few produce associations in Illinois."

Underwood raised his hand, "Don't show resentment to Claire to the outside world, I don't want to be seen as a narrow-minded person who will not spare revenge after winning the election, this matter ends here."

"I will not."

Claire closed the book. "Well, how long will our troubles last?"

Even if he keeps the position of the party whip, his momentum will definitely not be as good as before. He was expected to launch an impact on the majority leader of the House of Representatives, Dick Gifford. Foley, the party whip can only be ranked third, and his authority is far inferior.

"Two years? I will speed up to Al Gore." Underwood replied.

"Okay, it looks like I'm going back to Chicago to lay off staff..." Claire got up.

"Thank you for supporting Claire." Underwood hugged his wife, "It won't be long..."

At this time, the cell phone in Doug's hand rang, and he hung up after a few seconds of answering, "Oval Office." Report.

Underwood immediately followed him out, "Wait." Claire stopped him and helped straighten his suit, "My husband is a strong man, don't let him think you are cowardly."

"I will not."

Underwood put on a confident smile, Doug opened the door, and Claire watched him off to the White House.

After the vote on the impeachment case, the members of the House of Representatives were fine. They didn’t meet a few on the road. The staff of the Capitol, mainly the staff and employees of the congressmen’s offices, quietly observed him.

"Will Underwood fulfill his promise to resign" is a hot topic recently. Everyone is guessing whether he will continue to be shameless, but politicians are not shameless. He doesn't care about outside gossip. Crisis, people here still have to look at the color of the party whip, and no one will mention it by then.

He greeted all kinds of people gently, and he kept his demeanor very well.

Before being ushered into the Oval Office, he adjusted his tie again, cleared his throat, and stepped in.

"Mr. Party Whip, please sit down."

The absolute confidant of the President and his wife has been promoted to the White House Chief of Staff and Senior Policy Advisor. Podesta, nicknamed the Prime Minister of the United States, received him cordially.

"Thank you." Underwood shook hands with the other party, and then sat down on the combined sofa in front of the Grand Commander's desk, "Is he still busy?" Before seeing the Grand Commander himself, Podesta was the only one in the room.

"Yeah, we're overwhelmed."

Podesta sat across from him with a wry smile, "Today's conversation is only you and me, Underwood."

His mood dropped instantly, and he understood the choice of the Grand Commander, "Oh?" He forced a smile, and there was no humble entanglement in his options, and he gestured generously, "Please tell me."

"OK."

"I am very disappointed with the results of the vote on the 11th. Some people in our party shamefully made a deal with the party who is obsessed with factionalism and criticism. This behavior seriously endangers the prosperity and stability of the lighthouse. I am ashamed Be with them..."

A few days later, Underwood appeared on the news, his wife Claire stood beside him in a white dress, and he delivered a speech with fierce words and a stern attitude: "Therefore, I will personally resign from the position of whip of the Donkey Party of the House of Representatives. Effective January 1, 2009, devote more energy and time to serving my constituency and accompanying my wife, family..."

"Thank you, thank you all."

He stuffed the speech into his suit pocket, hugged Claire, and waved to the camera and the audience.

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