Chapter 797 Breakers (Please Subscribe!)

this night.

Neither Moy nor Waite slept well.

Moy also called several times, but Waite didn't answer.

In the end, Moisel stopped fighting.

Since he wants to fight, he will not back down, but he will use the facts to prove that his Moy is not the planner of this matter, and he wants to rectify Waite, so there is no need for such rude means.

I can knock you down from the front.

This is Moi's confidence.

Just hope things don't get completely out of hand.

. . .

the next day.

Both went to work with dark circles under their eyes.

began to attack each other.

In terms of work, public opinion, voting, and factional views, the contradiction between the two became more and more obvious, and they made no secret of it.

But things have spread.

Private television stations began to take over the guidance of public opinion, and began to report at length on their differences in Congress and other areas.

in the eyes of the public.

It must have been Waite's hand on Froz before.

Moy found out later and started targeting Waite.

It ended up being what it is now.

a time.

The country in the Democratic Republic of the Congo is lively.

The people watched Waite and Moy come and go, the contradictions deepened, and their views on the two began to change dramatically. Before, they only thought that Moy was incompetent, and now Waite doesn't seem to be a good person.

That being the case.

Then they only have to pick from other presidential candidates.

It is precisely because of this that various presidential candidates have been quite active recently, and they have frequently appeared in the public eye. Although many people do not know what the two are playing, they may be lucky if they are fighting for themselves.

Watching these people jump out all of a sudden.

Moi and Waite were also distracted. According to the principle of best interests, these presidential candidates are all possible, but there are a dozen or so in total, and they are all equally positive.

Who the hell knows which.

worry.

Just over a week.

Moy's hair was half white.

Waite wasn't much better.

I chose to fall into the trap, but I still had no clue about the whole incident. I seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of fog, dialing and dialing, but there was no way out. If this goes on, things will really get out of hand.

He will also completely lose the possibility of being in the top position.

. . .

night.

Dragging a tired body.

Waite returned home.

I took a bottle of fruit wine, poured a glass, and took a sip.

He simply loved this wine.

It's a pity that the quantity is too small, even if he has only a few boxes in stock, this thing is a complete luxury here, and the black market price has exceeded three thousand dollars a bottle, which is six times the retail price.

But he's a man of identity

You can buy a certain amount of fruit wine at the original price. This is a discount given by the dealers here in order to break into the market, and Tawaite only has a fixed monthly share of one box.

Plus booking share.

He has never been short of this thing. As for why he can afford it, it is very simple. There is no requirement for the president and officials to be poor, but many high-level officials have tribal and family backgrounds.

very rich.

after all.

Play with your brain.

A certain educational background is required.

In this country where basic education is almost nonexistent, being able to afford to go to school means that his family is not ordinary.

But even if Waite has a lot of goods, usually relatives and friends come, or give gifts, or entertain guests, there is basically nothing left in the end, but Waite is not in a hurry, anyway, after he ascends in the future, he will have a lot of fixed shares and activity shares. .

"Suck..."

Smell the strong fruity smell, Waite's spirit calmed down a lot.

Think back to this week of chaos.

Still clueless.

Just as he suspected that what happened to the Supreme Court was directed and acted by Moy himself, this is not groundless, but his channel did receive information that Frost was the target of assassination.

So.

Can he go to the Supreme Court now?

Obviously not.

Otherwise, once there was an accident during Frost, Moy might put the blame on him, and during this time Moi did not go to the Supreme Court, or even did not operate what Frost came out of, which really confirmed this. .

certainly.

Maybe Moy had other considerations.

If this matter hadn't been directed and acted by Moy, after hearing what he said that day, with the attitude that he would rather believe it, he would definitely be more willing to let Floz stay inside, at least it would be safer there.

before the situation is unknown.

The current situation is that neither of them can fight against the Supreme Court.

"call..."

After drinking a glass of fruit wine, Waite breathed a sigh of relief and felt a warm stomach in his stomach. After drinking this wine, not only did he get rid of some bad habits, it also cured his stomach ulcer.

to this.

Waite was also secretly amazed.

He doesn't know how much of the effect of this thing has not yet been developed, but it is conceivable that the manufacturer of this thing has made a lot of money, because there is no semicolon, so far no one has been able to decipher the active ingredients.

in the foreseeable future.

Others will earn more.

But Waite is not envious. There are too many rich people in the world. If you are envious, envy everyone on the rich list, and then hide in the room? Meaningless.

At this moment.

His black butler came in.

"Mr. Waite, Mr. Lance asked to see him. He still came alone and didn't say anything, but he said it must be something you were interested in. Would you let him in?"

Waite was taken aback.

Lance?

"Let him in," Waite said.

He secretly wondered in his heart, what this person was looking for him to do, they didn't have much interaction, but the strength of the other party was not weak, and with his generous shots, he did a few things for this person by the way.

The butler took orders to go out.

After a few minutes.

He brought in a black man in a suit and leather shoes. This black man had a unique temperament, and the smile on his face was like a spring breeze. He smiled more close to the people than their politicians. Among black people, he is definitely a handsome guy.

"Haha, Mr. Waite, hello, it's an honor to see you again." Lance stepped forward and gave Waite a big hug and smiled.

After the two separated.

Sitting on the sofa, Waite poured Lance a glass of wine, slammed, and drank a drink. After one sip, Waite asked with a smile, "Lance, my friend, what's the matter here today?"

"Mr. Waite, I heard that you've been in a lot of trouble recently." Lance put down the glass and directly introduced the topic, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Waite was taken aback.

Didn't you come to ask him to do something? That shouldn't be the scar. "Yeah, it's been a little rough recently, and a lot of troubles have occurred, but it's nothing." Weite said with a strong smile.

Lance shook his head, his smile became mysterious, and he said: "Mr. Waite, let me just say it straight, the main purpose of my visit this time is not to ask you to do something, but to help you solve the trouble.

As for the remuneration, we black prison hope to obtain the future President of the Democratic Republic of Congo, Mr. Waite, your friendship. "

PS: mind blowing. . .