Chapter 449 I Thought They Were Joking....

Chapter 449 I thought they were joking

Joseph Ludir lives in Sugarland, southwest of Houston. Sugarland is a very livable community in Houston. Because it is very popular with immigrants, the population is relatively mixed. There are many foreigners, especially Asians. It is said that here Asians account for more than 34 percent of the population.

Although it is known as the most livable small city in North America, most of them are for ordinary families. Most of the people who live here are ordinary families with an annual household income of only one million federal dollars. Well, for ordinary families

Big bosses generally seldom live in this place. Many people think that Old Joseph lived in this commoner place after retirement. He was doing a show to prove to the world that he was a clean mayor when he was in office.

At this time, Old Joseph was as usual. After shopping alone, he went home and began to record price fluctuations and the discussions about life he heard while walking.

In the three years since he retired, he has not been free every day. He collects the thoughts of the middle and low-level people in this community that best reflects the people's sentiments. What exactly is needed, and what is dissatisfied with the present

Now that the Internet is developed, even without the support of big capital, private fundraising is a good way. Although there are people who support him now, the conditions of the other party are not in line with his original intention of administration. If possible, he still doesn’t want to be with the former Days to contact his capitalist deal too large.

Through the initial publicity and speeches, the effect of the fundraising these days is very good, which seems to be enough to support him to reject some deeper deals from some bosses. Facts have proved that his three years of hard work have not been in vain

Today, he is busier than usual, because he has to sort out all the diary information he has lived in Sugar City for these years.

Starting tomorrow, he will be moving to the administrative district to devote himself to this campaign.

But when he came back, he saw some uninvited guests!

When he found someone at home for the first time, old Joseph's eyes flashed with surprise and a bit of panic. He wondered if it was the killer sent by the Heasley family who didn't follow the rules?

But the next second I feel unreasonable

That's not how political games are played. Everyone has a basic bottom line. If someone can't win the votes, they can send killers to kill the opponent. How can this game be played? What else are you voting for? Wouldn't it be better to compare yourself to whose private armament is more powerful?

Voting in North America has been developed for hundreds of years. Although it has been played by the capital giants, the basic rules are still followed. Buying murder is the most despicable and least recognized method. After all, everyone is a mortal body. Didn't he die with one shot? If they all engage in terrorist assassination methods, who can bear it?

Of course, it is not that there are no officials who have not been shot, even the president, but first of all, the person in the top position does not follow the rules.

The capitalists help you get in the position, and you help the capitalists seek benefits. This is a business. If you don’t admit it afterwards, then others will naturally use black means. Besides, anyone who uses such inferior means will be isolated. Texas has a great reputation, so it would never do such a thing of killing chickens to keep warm.

If it wasn't sent by political enemies, could it be that they were thieves?

Old Joseph took a deep breath and walked in slowly. He is sixty-five years old this year, and running away rashly at this age is definitely not a good choice.

He walked into the living room and glanced at the three people opposite, two women and one man, all of whom were of Asian skin color, and his doubts became heavier.

There are a lot of Asian immigrants in Sugar City, but the family background of those who can immigrate is not bad, and robbery rarely occurs. If there are a few black people here, he will be a little scared.

"Mister Joseph?" Wang Goudan asked in unproficient English.

Joseph was taken aback when he heard the words, and the two people beside Xiaobaicai were also shocked by Goudan's English, and they all looked at her in a daze

Seeing everyone looking at her, Goudan became even more nervous, and his pronunciation became distorted: "Hey Heiwu Mulberry Cake to discuss with 油吃鬼"

Xiaobaicai covered her face when she heard the words, and couldn't help but whispered: "You still learn English with your spoken English? Is there really a school that wants you after you graduate? Isn't it true that you graduated?"

"Cough" Wang Goudan blushed and said softly, "I haven't used it for a long time, I'm a little rusty."

Gandi: "You don't have much to do with being unfamiliar, right?"

"Is there anything you can do for me?" Seeing everyone talking about Old Joseph, he asked in fluent Chinese.

"You can speak Chinese?" Goudan asked in a daze.

Old Joseph smiled slightly. Seeing the silly looks of these children, they should not be vicious people, maybe they were here to play a prank. Thinking of this, he felt a little relieved, and said with a smile: "I have been to Huazhong, the beautiful Xiamen , served as an ambassador abroad for two years”

"Look at them!" Xiaobaicai glared at Goudan resentfully: "Two years, Chinese is six years better than Fujian people, I'm looking at you, four years, what did you learn in college?"

Goudan: "Woo"

"Hey kids." Old Joseph clapped his hands and smiled, "Is there anything else? I'm very busy, old man. Today is not Halloween. There is no candy for trick-or-treating."

"Oh, and, and, let me ask you something." Xiaobaicai turned around and asked curiously, "What is the purpose of writing these things in your diary?" pile of diaries

She took a look at the contents of the diary just now, and it was all about how everyone felt after some policy and price changes. The diary recorded many people, including doctors, civil servants, programmers, chefs, and even some Mexicans who smuggled over the wall. He has records for the waiter.

Old Joseph looked at the diary he had sorted out in a mess and frowned: "It's not polite to steal other people's things."

"It's better for the old man to answer the questions." Xiaobaicai stretched out his hand and shook it slightly, only to see that the door behind the old Joseph, which was not closed, was closed with a bang.

Seeing this, Old Joseph's face was startled, and he lost his voice, "Extraordinary?"

Did I think wrong? Are these kids really killers? However, although the Sisley family has some power, they still don't believe that they have the superhuman Old Joseph.

Today, the superhumans in North America are all in the hands of those big capitalists. Small forces like them are not qualified to hire them.

"Who the hell are you?"

"What did you say? Disciple Yunshan came here?" On the other side, in the Huang's villa, Huang Chengde, who came back from dealing with the matter, was shocked when he heard his son talking about it, and asked quickly: "Where is he? "

"Tell me to help us solve the trouble." Huang Shixin shrank his head and said

"What's the trouble?" Huang Chengde suddenly felt ominous when he heard the words

"Uh..." Huang Shixin shrunk his head further, and said cautiously: "I'm just chatting with my cousin, so I just told you about the mayor election that bothered you recently, but those disciples from Yunshan Said they could help with the trouble"

"How did he and the others say to solve it?" Seeing that his son's head was about to shrink into his clothes, Huang Chengde felt more and more ominous in his heart.

"They they asked old Joseph's address"

"I..." Huang Chengde choked and almost choked to death, but he still kept a trace of luck in his heart and asked, "You didn't give me the real address, did you?"

"I thought they were joking." Huang Shixin suddenly showed a mournful expression.

bang!

At this moment, Huang Chengde couldn't hold back any longer, he just felt his eyes darken and fell to the ground with a bang