Chapter One Thousand and One: Midnight Party

late at night.

The celebrations from the outside gradually subsided, and Li's apartment in West Midtown was brightly lit.

In fact, right after the fundraising meeting, Li Zitao and Mary hurried home as soon as possible, because they had to welcome a large number of guests.

Not only business partners, but good friends from Congress.

Roosevelt's new term had just begun, and so did everyone else.

The Speaker of the House of Representatives and the leaders of all parties have a lot to do.

However, they were all happy to go to Li Zitao's house for a drink at this time.

They're in New York, aren't they?

“It’s great that the Republican Party is his stepping stone again.” In the apartment’s open bar, someone is grumbling about the recent election.

Roosevelt was re-elected as expected, and the Republican Party once again acted as an accompanying runner. It was a glorious mission.

"But we're very close, aren't we?" The somewhat bald middle-aged man laughed at himself.

The "close" he mentioned refers to the number of votes in the most recent election. The difference between the two sides in the number of votes is only more than 2 million.

Compared with the 5 million, 9 million and 4 million in the previous issues, it is indeed an improvement, at least it can be used for self-comfort.

"Don't tell me the number, because it will only remind me of the fact of failure." Dang Side's face is not good, like swallowing a fly.

Don Sid has moved into Capitol Hill, the former president of the state senate, and now the Republican party whip.

The party whip is equivalent to the second in command in the party, and only the party leader is above him.

Of course, there is also the speaker on Capitol Hill, and then the party leader will be the turn, and they are only the assistants of the speaker.

But as a party whip, Dangster's status in the Republican Party is as important as Mount Tai.

"Charlie, I would also like to thank you for your donation." Referring to the campaign, Dang Side expressed his gratitude to him on behalf of the Republican Party.

Prior to this campaign, Li Zitao's $200,000 in political cash for the Republican National Committee had become the norm.

However, when it came to voting, Li Zitao did not exert any influence or pressure on his staff.

Now is not the time, votes are the lifeblood of politicians.

It is too fragile, sensitive and dangerous. Li Zitao does not want to abuse this big killer before he is not sure about its safety.

It is not only a pity to use a sledgehammer to kill chickens, but it is also easy to hurt yourself by the knife.

"You're welcome, I'm a Republican...although I don't even have a piece of paper." Li Zitao slapped his legs and laughed.

"Hey, man, you can't always bring this up." Dangster looked at him innocently, and spread his hands to show that it had nothing to do with him.

The fact is exactly the same, and the discrimination against minorities is not what he decides.

This is the norm in the United States, and problems can be seen everywhere in life...

No, it's not even a problem.

Because in the eyes of at least half of the Caucasians, minorities should not exist, as if these people were born with something less than them.

There are not a few people who hold the same idea in Congress and the government.

In other words, it is impossible to do what he wants at present.

Voters are picky and capricious, turning faces as fast as women.

A second ago, I will wave the flag to cheer for you, as if you are the savior of all, the Almighty God.

In the next second, you did not meet their requirements, or made a slight mistake, such as failing to fulfill the promise, even if it was only a little bit, a little bit...

Then congratulations, these voters who supported you before will spit in your face and yell at you, you damn bitch. '

Yes, this is the truest side of America's down-to-earth voters.

And when they found out that they were the ones who needed to be flattered, their demands intensified, which also made their face-changing tricks self-taught.

"The Chinese are always working hard for this. You have to do something...my friend." Li Zitao said earnestly: "They are my compatriots."

In fact, Li Zitao lied.

This matter is not simply related to the affection of compatriots, or Li Zitao's sense of belonging and so on.

What is more important is interests and rights.

No matter what he thinks in his heart, he has done too many things that he shouldn't do, and he has taken many risks that he shouldn't have taken.

For now, enough is enough.

And what he values ​​more now, as mentioned earlier, are interests and rights.

This is the thinking and awareness that a mature capitalist should have, which represents the good side and also indicates that he is moving towards a more mature stage.

Think about it, once the solid iron wall of the "Chinese Exclusion Act" can be broken, the reputation alone will make him a hero in the minds of a few.

If they have the right to vote, only a few employees of Li Zitao's enterprises can add 50,000 to 80,000 votes.

Influence, for him, is a means of holding power.

Power will not be directly in his hands, but through votes and banknotes, he can control those who hold power, and ultimately hold power in his hands.

Everyone knows this is not an easy task.

Li Zitao didn't even expect to get it done in the middle of this century, and it would be great news to be able to do so a few years earlier than he thought.

If it was eighty or ninety years earlier, then the bitch, the goddess of luck, must have waggled her fingers after falling asleep.

"Come on, Charlie, you know I can't." When Sid shook his head dejectedly, there was really nothing he could do about it.

Is he going to face half, or even more than half, of the voters in the country?

Disregarding their wishes and thoughts just to be nice.

Come on, there are enough good people in this world, and there is no shortage of a nobody named Dangster.

It is better to leave it to God to save the world, Dang Side is not going to steal his job.

"Hey, what are you two talking about, we are going to play cards, do you want to join us?" The senators in the distance are planning to add some fun.

"Here we come." Li Zitao raised his hand, looked at Dang Side with a smile and said, "You can pretend that I haven't said anything, and go to play cards."

For the boredom of the midnight party, Li Zitao could only say 'sorry' to the MPs, because he could only arrange the children in this way.

He can't afford to risk his kids waking up in the morning with bras all over the place and long legs with their bottoms missing, which is never a good idea.

"We have to raise the stakes, how about?" The senator suggested adding some fun to the game.

"What?" asked the shuffled senator.

"Tickets to the Jefferson Ball, 2 tickets." The previous congressman took out two tickets and put them on the table.

"Ho, it seems that I have to work harder." The shuffled member said and took off his watch.

"Rolex." He raised his head proudly.

"I guess it's the confiscated dirt." Dang Side said jokingly as he picked up the watch.

Then he put the dial carefully in front of him, as if he found something.

"What?" The previous councilor was surprised by his seriousness.

"This is really labor soil, you should keep it as a souvenir." Putting the watch on the table, Dang Side teased his face.