Chapter 1347 Real Political Struggle

"Chicago 1990 ()"!

"Hey hey..."

In 1999, I spent this way in Bedford Hills. Except for being a little annoyed by the rich three generations, this year was generally very smooth. The wealth status gradually matched the identity of Song Ya's traveler. During the day, He watched entertainment news with his ex-wife in his arms and kept laughing.

Dance Out of My Life 3's flash mob in Times Square last night was not approved by the New York City Government.

Before the countdown to the Big Apple, the original dance troupe starring Jenna Dewan and Lee Pace suddenly formed a team in front of the live camera on CBS, the same routine as the Cold Mountain premiere, flashed after the dance, and always reacted CBS, the slow old channel, foolishly took it as a New Year's Eve fun and broadcast it to Quanmi.

‘Mysterious street dance group? '

'A bunch of really cool young guys. '

'Nearly caused riots in Times Square...'

'What's the point of them doing this? '

'A religious ceremony? '

‘Deliberately provoke the dance troupe and stars participating in the New Year’s Eve party? '

'It's funny how people react...'

'I think I know one of the dancers, a classmate of mine...'

Shui Jun mixed with some live audiences and tourists who participated in the New Year's Eve and began to upload photos and videos of the mysterious event of "encounter" in various Internet communities. In addition to the wonderful and neat high-level street dance, the focus is to record the reactions of the onlookers. Those who kept covering their mouths in amazement watched the whole process, and some applauded and booed, especially the innocent children, who stared blankly from the beginning to the end...

The topic of discussion gradually diverged, and it was generally very positive. The two police officers tried to chase and arrest the dance troupe after they dispersed after creating a little chaos. Capture it.

This is a natural variety show material, and A+ Entertainment will also edit relevant content into the hip-hop competition column produced by the comprehensive channel ACE in Chicago.

Yes, on January 1, 2000, A+ Film Studio officially changed its name to A+ Entertainment.

Viral campaign inspired by Artisan's The Blair Witch

The heat is absolutely explosive.

In fact, no matter how big the box office is, it's still a small fortune, so let's watch it for fun.

"Hey, honey, it's here? Why don't you take a rest first?"

The ex-wife went to take a shower, just when Sloan called, Song Ya covered her mouth and said, "The new toy is very beautiful, rich woman... miss me?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Sloan's tone would become thinner when he was excited, and Song Ya was familiar with it.

"Hey, really, I didn't see that you can spend money so much, it's inflated..."

"Kozko committed suicide!" Sloan screamed, "jumped off the roof of his real estate company's unfinished building in downtown Chicago!"

"Um?"

Song Ya sat up from the bed at once, "How is it possible! Kozko should be in the FBI's witness protection plan now..."

After Kozko’s arrest, his real estate projects stopped working one after another and encountered bank loans. The kind of real estate developers who rely on the umbrella of politics and business to make money cannot survive. His company quickly entered the bankruptcy liquidation process, resulting in many unfinished projects. .

"I don't know! I just got the news too!"

"He did it?"

Kozko was unable to testify in the Illinois Supreme Court trial. Under the current circumstances, the biggest beneficiary is undoubtedly Peter. Kozko is a traitor, and Song Ya knows that Peter can definitely do it.

"I don't know! Underwood wants to talk to you!"

"Stop yelling, it's none of our business... Calm down. Take a good mood, take a good vacation and relax... No, you don't have to go back to Chicago, I'll take care of it."

Peter just cleaned up the house. Kasiti's father, Vic McGee, said that he would kill him. At least there was a lot more reason to kill Kozko. Song Ya was used to his behavior, and he didn't even bother to ask Peter. It is convenient, and the second is that Peter will not admit it.

Get the job done, and set off for Chicago on January 3rd.

"You... what is this?"

As soon as he entered the Highland Park home, he saw Harley get out of a beautiful convertible with the Goddess of God logo.

"Rolls-Royce just released the new Corniche, doesn't it look good?"

Halle turned the car key with her index finger to show off, and her assistants also got out of the back car with large and small bags.

'Boom! '

Song Ya was rolling his eyes, and Harley approached him without hesitation and blatantly printed red lips on his cheek, "Have you paid attention to the market today? YAHOO's market value just exceeded 120 billion!"

"No, I just got off the plane."

"Can I throw it away? It's a bit scary, we've made enough..." Harry followed behind his butt and asked attentively.

"Everyone says it's good to let you hold it, why don't you just teach me?"

Harley was annoyed to death by this, and Song Ya was a little tired, especially after entering the door, the new hostess Amy was pouting and pouting.

"During the holidays, watching the children, and taking care of the children during the holidays, you have excuses for 365 days a year, don't you?" Amy asked with red eyes.

"You won't be allowed to visit your own son?" Song Yayi retorted sternly, and then put his little girlfriend on his shoulders with a playful smile, "If you are unhappy, give me one too? Hee hee..."

"Put me down!" Amy thumped her face against her back.

"Don't make trouble, go and dress up, we'll set off right away, we have a party." Song Ya slapped her fleshy place and became quiet.

"No!"

"Hey, forget it, I happen to be fine, so I'll run for you." Harley brushed her hair behind her.

"To entertain is to watch the White Sox game? If I had known, I wouldn't have dressed so grandly..."

Amy quickly dressed up beautifully and left home holding Song Ya's arm. When the team arrived outside the stadium, she asked.

"It's okay, just be generous, the MPs are here."

In fact, Song Ya didn’t really want to come to this place. Cubs and Bulls owner Jerry Reinsdorf publicly made a weird statement a few days ago, saying that he would trade the Bulls’ six NBA championships for a White Sox World Series Champion.

There is a background in saying this, that is, Jordan has become more and more impatient with waiting, and began to put pressure on him privately and publicly, asking him to fulfill his promise to persuade Jordan to become a minority shareholder of the Bulls when he came back for the first time. And Reinsdorf's sudden throw out of this kind of contempt for the Bulls and the NBA is basically tantamount to a disguised rejection.

Poor Jordan, after retiring, he worked diligently to train new recruits for the Bulls, and used the Bulls to help him in various ways. He didn't expect to be licked by the capitalists until he got nothing...

Even as a plastic brother, Song Ya despises Reinsdorf's operation. It happens that Reinsdorf is a die-hard supporter of Daly Jr., and he plans to find an opportunity this year to return the long-term contracted White Sox the team box, and find another similarly suitable place for Underwood's wife, Claire.

"Hey, Senator Underwood, Claire, Doug..."

Forget it today, it’s too late, the Underwoods and his chief of staff are there, and there is no one else, Song Ya smiled and entered the door, shook hands, "I will introduce you..."

"Wow, you don't need to introduce Miss Adams, we all like your movies." Claire answered, "Please sit down."

Amy happily accepted the compliment from the congressman's wife, and Claire quickly and skillfully led her aside to chat, giving the men room for private conversations.

"I heard that Kozko..." Song Ya said.

"Let's not talk about Kozko for now!" Underwood smiled and waved his hands, focusing on the merger of Vivendi and Seagram Universal.

"I'm still waiting, after all, there is still a long time before the deal is officially concluded..."

It's also business, Song Ya seriously discussed with his allies.

There was soft music playing in the box, and the aroma of fine wine and exquisite food wafted through the nostrils. The men and women were talking in two groups in low voices, and it was still early before the game started outside.

"APLUS to Underwood?"

In the mayor's office of Chicago, Daly Jr. put down the phone, "Very well, Underwood will take care of it." He ordered his cronies in a deep voice, "Call Deputy Commander Gore."

"Will Vice Commander Gore give in?" asked the cronies.

"Yes, I know Gore. He is proud and outstanding. He has not experienced a particularly major setback in politics for many years, which means that he is not as strong as the outside world imagines. He does not have the kind of cruelty to do anything to achieve his goal. , he is not even as good as Peter Flock in this regard, which makes him often look forward and backward when facing major challenges, and tends to compromise. Not to mention how much he cherishes that beautiful feather..."

With cold eyes in his eyes, Little Daly said firmly: "He likes to win, and he also likes to win cleanly and beautifully. Hehe, in fact, he has never really defeated even a really strong opponent. Perelman, John Malone, ten For many years, all the rich people he vowed to bring to justice are all living well, and none of them have been dealt with. On the Fujibi ranking this year, Perelman still has a net worth of 4.2 billion, and John Malone 4 1.4 billion hit a new high? Just during his tenure as deputy commander! How ridiculous!"

"Little Daly is urging again. The deadline he set is today. If we don't make a statement today, he vowed to completely fall for our primary opponent: Senator Bradley of New Jersey..."

In Washington, Gore is also holding an emergency meeting, and his staff consulted him, "If Bradley continues to entangle with us, the support of the sports world...even if we can win 100%, but when the two sides enter the stage of attack in the primary election stage, we will be very disappointed. It may offend the sports world, and the party candidate George Jr. has been the small owner and general manager of the Texas Rangers baseball team for several years ... the sports world ... may end up cheapening our real opponents."

"That's the real reason Daly Jr. picked Bradley for support, right?"

Gore sighed, "I knew he was never a simple, impulsive guy, the Daly family of Chicago...the real king of Chicago..."

"And we can't afford to lose Chicago's Blue Heights, which has too much influence in the party..."

The staff continued: "Peter Flock is very embarrassed now. Fortunately, we kept a sufficient distance from him in time, and it is still too late to change our attitude. Little Daly's brother (because the fictional character Underwood was added to the article, so the character The character design and experience of the real world have changed) and are waiting outside..."

"Hehe, how much cleaner can the Daly family be than Peter?" Gore sneered.

"Then we..."

"The point is whether the real estate agent was killed by Peter Flock." Gore thought for a long time before replying, "It's just to make it easier to get rid of the crime in the next trial."

"Guys who live too smoothly will have mental cleanliness, so I released Kozko on purpose and let Peter Flock capture his whereabouts. Peter is another kind of person. He has a big heart and is ruthless enough. Too ruthless, superstitious violence, but the more so, the fewer friends..."

Little Daly said: "The more critical the moment, the more he dared to take risks. I am 100% sure of this, and I was right. But this is exactly what people who cherish feathers are extremely taboo. I believe Gore must also be watching secretly. watching him... this will be the last straw that crushes him who is actually weak in heart!"

"It should be Peter. Our people have some clues." Sure enough, the staff answered Gore in this way, and submitted a secret report submitted by the federal law enforcement agencies they could control.

"Um……"

After reading it carefully, Gore covered the report document with his hands and took a deep breath, "It's also possible that the old fox Little Daly did it on purpose, because Peter Flock was too motivated to kill the real estate developer, so the whole incident It doesn't have to be Peter who did it. Don't be fooled by illusions..."

"There's not much time left before Daly Jr.'s ultimatum, we..."

"Damn it, he dared to! Give me an ultimatum..."

"Politics is the art of compromise Mr. Vice President."

The aide persuaded: "Basically, it should be Peter. And now we don't have the time or need to solve a small murder case... Give up Peter, and we will get all the resources from Daly's side."

"But there will be a lot to lose, such as..." hinted another aide.

"Well, you can ask now." Gore nodded.

"Buzz!"

The roar and tsunami of tens of thousands of spectators in the stadium came into the box, and Song Ya's cell phone was also vibrating, "Sorry, I took a call..." He apologized to Underwood and got up.

"By the way, APLUS, there is one more thing. Today, Mr. Vice President will make the final choice between the mayor and the governor. Mr. Mayor, I hope you will not forget the agreement reached with him that day." Underwood suddenly made out with each other. Pressing his shoulders with both hands, he whispered.

"..."

Song Ya was stunned, and suddenly attacked? Is there too much information in this sentence? I couldn't digest it for a while, I was completely kept in the dark before, "What do you mean?"

"Literally, non-zero-sum game, remember?" Underwood grinned.

This made Song Ya very upset, "I thought you and I were closer than you and the mayor... It doesn't look like we have a tacit understanding."

"Of course, it's not the same thing, it doesn't matter, does it?" Underwood said in a coaxing tone: "You know that I have placed great political expectations on the position of the Gore government. I'm fine."

"Sorry, wait a minute."

play me? The phone was still ringing, Song Ya insisted on getting up, and went to a secluded place to answer it alone.

"Everyone is playing the real APLUS this time..." Doug shouted to his back.

Song Ya ignored him and pressed the answer button. The call came from one of Gore's men who had been in contact with him for a long time.

"I just heard some rumors..."

The other party's question was very straightforward. If Gore chose Daly Jr., would his previously promised support change.

"Of course I will continue to support him, but it is best not to change too much from what was negotiated at the time."

I knew that I had brought Sloan to help as a staff officer, but Song Ya was a little angry this time, especially angry. The trusted Underwood played a surprise attack with Daly? This sign is very dangerous.

"If..." The other party dragged out the tone.

"In short, I will reassess. I don't know the specific situation right now." Song Ya didn't want to say death.

"OK, I see."

After hanging up the phone, Song Ya sent another text message to Sloan and sat back.

Underwood suggested going outside to watch the game, Song Ya shook her head, and stopped responding to the other party's gag to ease the atmosphere.

"Why don't you talk anymore? Are you going out to watch the game?" Amy was stunned and noticed that the air was a bit dull. The music in the box just changed to a more cheerful jazz, that kind of old jazz, which was a bit noisy. She came over and asked loudly.

"No, let's go, we're done talking." Song Ya looked at his watch and said.

"We've considered everything, but... APLUS doesn't necessarily buy Underwood's account. That kid has a fierce personality, and he has the tone of an old-school Chicagoan. His wealth is following the big bull market and making a straight line towards tens of billionaires. Today, YAHOO The market value exceeds 120 billion."

The mayor's office, Daly Jr. also expected this, "His so-called tens of millions of campaign funds is a very fat and delicious steak for Al Gore, and he can indeed do it easily."

'The little one is very upset. '

Doug's text was sent to his aide, who held up his phone screen.

Little Daly gestured after seeing it.

"Hey! APLUS! Welcome!"

The owner of the Bulls and White Sox, Reinsdorf, came in and almost bumped into Song Ya, who was holding hands with Amy, "Underwood, Claire! Long time no see, you are all here!"

"Hello." Not so coincidentally, the guests in the box would not like to be disturbed, Song Ya shook hands with each other coldly.

"Don't watch the game?" Reinsdorf asked.

"Yes, we are leaving, there is something urgent." Song Ya replied.

"Sit for a while longer!" Reinsdorf pushed him back enthusiastically. There was nothing he could do to push the old Jewish man in his sixties, "Underwood, what are you talking about? The election? Or the Internet? Say Really APLUS, can you teach me how to play that new thing, you know I can’t keep up with the trend, I only manage clubs.”

The old white man who had just played Jordan was a little unhappy, and he simply said straightly: "To be honest, we all support Mr. Mayor. If you choose the wrong side this time, you will be everyone's common enemy. In the future, you will be the enemy. Sad."

"Agree." Song Ya sneered, "Everyone is Mr. Reinsdorf, a businessman, but I really have to leave. By the way, I wish your club a smooth operation."

"Hehe, of course, but it is recommended to be cautious." Reinsdorf sneered, "The secret of my running the club is to be cautious enough."

At this time, there was a super-high sound in the stadium, and the audience cheered and applauded, "Ha! Our team hit a home run!" Reinsdorf naturally knew what was going on, and he knew what was going on when he heard it, "Just That's it! Fuck that bear!" Today, the White Sox's opponent is the rival Cubs in the same city, and he happily raised his arms and cheered at the TV broadcast in the box.

"About APLUS... we'll talk about it later, hasn't Gore responded yet?" Little Daly was also very nervous as he didn't get the expected effect, and he kept clenching his fists on the table, his eyes became more and more fierce.

The so-called politician's promise... At that time, in order to stabilize APLUS, it may not be kept in the future. If the other party's attitude is used today, a guy who doesn't know how to compromise, at least Chicago will not welcome him again.

"He's seeing your brother." The staff member replied.

"OK, good sign." Little Daly cheered himself up.

"Mr. Vice President, we must unite this time, otherwise no one can afford the price. We have dealt with each other for many years. I believe that after today, everything will be fine-tuned quickly."

Brother Daly said while presenting a document, "This is our gift."

Gore opened it, and it wasn't a gift at all, but a javelin, a sharp javelin, evidence of some personal connections between himself and Peter Flock and Motorola about the disastrous Iridium project.

"Are you..." Gore was furious after reading it, but laughed out loud, "Are you... is that what I understand?"

"If you want to say the word 'threat', I will try to explain it as an effort to seek cooperation, a last-ditch effort." Little Daly replied calmly, "Time is running out, and we will start at the beginning of next month." Iowa's first official primary."

"Maybe the word should be 'foul'." Gore's staff picked up the document and looked at it. It was not difficult for the King of Chicago to get these, but it was really against the rules to take them out.

"As you understand, we don't care. It is not good for anyone that a mafia-style politician like Peter Flock continues to serve. We must do our best to stop him. Don't forget how popular he is with voters." Brother Daly replied.

Gore's face was cloudy and uncertain.

"Oh, by the way, and this." Little Daly's brother took out another document.

"The deputy governor is willing?" Gore raised his eyebrows after watching, and the scales in his heart began to tilt.

"You betrayed me?" In Springfield City, Peter Flock called the lieutenant governor, a very trusted running mate, to the office. At first, like Song Ya, he knew nothing about Daly's sudden launch today. Notified by people in Seoul.

He immediately realized that only when the deputy governor who succeeded him was willing to secretly compromise with the enemy, would the other party be so confident in launching a violent surprise attack.

"I haven't." The lieutenant governor denied it, "Peter, we have been friends for so many years, Kozko is you..."

"I'm too lazy to answer such boring questions." This was already an admission, and he gave himself the motivation, Peter waved his hand impatiently, "You can go out now."

"Peter, throw in the towel."

The deputy governor turned around to persuade him, closed the door and left.

"What if Peter Flock refuses to admit defeat and goes crazy?" the staff asked Daly.

"People who believe in violence are also afraid of violence, because they know the destructive power of violence, which is the ultimate weapon. They use the most ruthless means to try to wrap and protect their fragile hearts, and they may even be extremely soft, like licking a prostitute. The tongue of the foot...you just have to touch it."

Little Daly stretched out his index finger and tapped the air with a look of disdain.

This obscene metaphor made the staff laugh.

"You know? I really like the finale of The Godfather, the execution of the heads of a hostile mafia family. That scene often lingers in my mind..." Peter called his personal lawyer and legal adviser to the governor's office. Come in, look out the window and say.

"Peter, this is different. Today's situation is completely different." The lawyer persuaded.

"I don't allow me to be so humiliated, I don't want to fall into the fate of those honest predecessors who were investigated, tried and ruined in the end." Peter said: "Even if the balance I offer is horrible, they must accept it and win the cowards. The secret of the game is that you really have nothing to fear..."

"Mr. Governor, your wife's phone." The phone rang, and the assistant outside reported.

"Come in."

"Peter, my daughter came home and said that today she was inexplicably called into the office by two people who claimed to be from the municipal education department at school and asked some boring questions. Is there anything to worry about?" Alicia asked.

"What a boring question." Peter frowned, his eyes burst into anger, but he still tried his best to restrain himself and maintain a calm tone.

"It's just some test scores, something like that..."

"I see, don't worry, I will send someone over... Forget it, tell her not to go to school tomorrow, and neither should my son. I will call the school."

After dealing with his wife, he punched the shutter like a trapped animal, and his hand was bloodied by the glass behind it.

"Mr. Governor?" The guards rushed into the door when they heard the movement.

"go out!"

He dismissed the guards and picked up the microphone, "You're crazy..." He said to Little Daly, his voice seemed to come from hell, "You didn't..."

"I've always been more sensible than you, Peter, a lunatic sees the whole world as crazy, put your crazy heart in a cage, you lose, your choice is to try to make yourself as decent as possible."

Little Daly interrupted him, and hung up the phone without waiting for Peter to answer. His mood has become completely optimistic, "Did I say that? Mr. Vice President will compromise, he has always been like this."

"Hahaha!"

This side just got the latest response from the other side, and the staff laughed, "Seriously, if the real Mr. Vice President is such a person, then next year's general election will be the most difficult time, will he be able to withstand the pressure?"

"Fxxkyou." Another staff member was already opening champagne, and scolded with a smile: "He must win, no one can put so much pressure on him like we do today!"

"To Mr. Mayor, to Chicago!"

"To Chicago!"

Everyone raised their glasses and toasted in unison.

"Hmm...cough cough, oh yes, what about APLUS?" A staff member drank a little too much and almost choked, coughing and asking.

"He has to pay for his choice, doesn't he?" Little Daly sneered, "They are all adults, I believe he will be prepared in his heart."

"That kid is also a lunatic when he is pushed into a hurry, and Deputy Commander Gore will protect the big benefactor."

"Remember that I promised to endure him using no more than one-tenth of his power to support Peter?" Daly Jr. took a sip of his drink, "I like this ratio, then one-tenth, it's fair, and Gore will acquiesce , he has made his choice."

"Senator Bradley's phone." The phone on the desk rang and the secretary reported.

"Come in."

"Ha, this is politics, right?" Bradley knew that he was just a bargaining chip used by Daly Jr. to bargain with Gore, and he was mentally prepared, "Congratulations anyway, and thank you for your support during this time."

Without Daly Jr., he wouldn't have been a serious primary contender to go toe-to-toe with Gore. He knew it was a win-win and didn't feel betrayed.

"Sorry, are we still friends?" Little Daly asked with a smile.

"Haha, of course!" Bradley laughed openly, "But you don't need to play such a powerful card against me. It's not necessary. I'm not the kind of person who doesn't know how to abide by political tacit understanding."

In the second half of Bradley's words, there was a bit of complaint, "Huh? What card?" Little Daly was taken aback.

"Don't talk about it, it's over." Bradley didn't want to say.

"Don't get me wrong, it's..." Little Daly really didn't remember that he had used any serious means against Bradley.

"It's nothing, I know you've got the richest African-American man, right? His people just called the First Bank of New Jersey and informed that they will send out a takeover offer in a short time haha! You're not really planning to poke our hornet's nest, are you? ? Or was it just a joke?" Bradley replied.

"Uh... I don't know the specific situation. It should be that there is a problem with our internal communication." Little Daly reacted immediately, and walked down the steps given by the other party, "It is indeed a joke, but it is just for you to see the joke , sorry Senator Bradley."

"It's okay, that's it, let's talk later."

"Okay." Little Daly put down the microphone with a dark face.

The score between the White Sox and the Cubs was tight outside, and the atmosphere in the stadium was very enthusiastic, "What happened?"

Song Ya finally stayed, because he received the latest call from Gore's subordinate just now, and the Underwoods also tried their best to persuade him to stay, so he found a place to sit near the box door alone, and sent and sent text messages with Sloan to pass the time , Do not talk to the Underwoods and Reinsdorf at all.

Both sides were waiting, and the difference was clear, and Amy, who accompanied him, asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, I'm waiting for a call." At this time, another text message came from the mobile phone. After reading it, he frowned, and soon relaxed it again.

Doug and Reinsdorf's cell phones also rang, and Reinsdorf's face showed joy, and Doug briefly answered and reported to the Underwood couple, "APLUS..." Claire walked over with a very sorry expression, "Sorry, today..."

‘Gore just fired his campaign manager and announced that the job will be replaced by brother Daly Jr. '

Song Ya received the latest text message from Sloan saying so, and I believe the news they just received is similar.

"It's okay, since the matter is over, I'll take my leave."

Song Ya squeezed out a smile and hugged Amy's waist, "Let's go."

"Um."

"Okay, let's find time to have a good chat." Underwood also came over.

"Your attitude is a bit bad today APLUS, there is no need to be like this, I know you made a lot of money in the New York Stock Exchange, but Chicago is your home after all, the base camp, you have a lot of investment here, TV stations, studios, records company……"

Reinsdorf also came over and said triumphantly like an old child.

"Don't say a word about Jerry." Underwood tried to stop it with a helpless face.

"What are you proud of! The marionette of Wall Street." Reinsdorf stopped pretending, and directly tore his face, "Hey, Mr. Daly, yes, we are all here, congratulations, do you want to chat with everyone?" Xiao Dai Lee happened to be calling himself.

"Uh, okay, is APLUS here?" Little Daly asked.

"certainly."

"Can I call him first?"

Song Ya found Reinsdorf's cell phone, "Mayor Daly."

"APLUS, what do you want to do to that bank?" Daly Jr. asked, "Your behavior surprised everyone."

"It's not a surprise, is it? After all, I'm not the one who pitched the ball, am I?" Song Ya replied calmly with a baseball stalk: "And I seem to hit a bad ball. Your changing ball trajectory is unpredictable... Wait, maybe Not necessarily? Although you abandoned New Jersey just now, you still need to maintain basic political integrity, right?"

Little Daly was silent for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, "Well, in short, we still follow the agreement last time... If Mr. Reinsdorf said something that didn't make you happy, I will tell you on his behalf. You apologize."

'Woo! '

At this time, there was a sigh from outside the stadium, followed by applause that lasted for a long time.

"?" Song Ya looked at the TV, and the Cubs hit a grand slam (the first, second, and third bases were all occupied, and the hitter scored four points for one ball).

"Oops..."

He deliberately sighed lightly and returned the phone to Reinsdorf, then left with his arms around Amy without looking back.

Reinsdorf should have overheard the conversation between him and Daly Jr. just now, the old man silently put his phone back into his pocket with an ugly face, looked back at the TV, and secretly decided to send the unlucky Daly next season. Pitcher sent away.

In Springfield City, the governor's office was very quiet. Apart from repeatedly confirming the safety of his son and daughter with the bodyguards sent to the house, Peter Flock just stared at the landline in a daze.

"Peter, I heard that soon there will be a speech from a powerful figure in the party in Washington urging you to resign."

Chief of Staff Eli pushed the door hastily and came in to report, "At this time you have to cheer up Peter, maybe... maybe Gore doesn't want to lose that donation, I'll call APLUS?"

"No, it's too late."

Sure enough, Peter also backed down. He made up his mind, picked up the phone and called Daly, "OK, I will abide by the tacit agreement, and I hope you can too."

"certainly."

The two ended their brief conversation again, and Peter remained silent.

"You surrendered?" Eli asked.

"No, no." Peter shook his head, "But the situation is already very bad, and it is absolutely irreparable to continue using conventional methods."

"Then we..."

"We're going to participate in the general election." Suddenly the corners of Peter's mouth curled up slightly, and he replied with a smile comparable to that of an old-school movie star.

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