Chapter 1,695 Reversal

"Congratulations, Kirsler."

"Kesier, you can't go home early today. We have to go to the club for two drinks. It's your treat."

"Congressman Max, please come too!"

"Yes, come together!"

Everyone chatted with each other and prepared to leave, keeping their eyes on the party leader George Fitzgerald on the podium.

As the leader, he did not leave, so they could only stay here and wait.

"Congressman Alan." However, the name that Leader George suddenly mentioned made everyone's hearts skip a beat.

"Yes." Alan Gumans was in a daze, actually thinking about how he should go in the future to avoid greater losses.

When he heard someone calling him, Alan instinctively raised his head and looked around before he was sure that it was the party leader George calling him.

Standing up nervously, Alan took a few steps forward and asked, "Leader Fitzger, do you have any orders?"

"Just call me Fitzger or Congressman, young man, don't be so formal." George came down from the podium, patted him on the shoulder as if taking care of his juniors and smiled.

This scene shocked the senators present. When did that little brat Alan have such a close personal relationship with the party leader?

Under everyone's doubtful gazes, the two walked out of the door side by side, chatting cordially about certain issues. Some people seemed to vaguely hear words like 'Congress committee...interest'.

"Congress Committee, can I?" Alan looked at George Fitzger in shock.

The leader of the Democratic Party, who was aloof from above, suddenly came to him and said that he would recommend him to join the congressional committee and become one of them.

"Of course." George said in a relaxed tone: "Let me think about which one is more suitable for you."

Alan waited a little nervously. At this time, he truly realized what it meant to live like a year.

Although Congress consists of two chambers, most work is actually carried out in various forms and competent committees.

Being a committee member is tantamount to becoming a powerful figure in Congress, and he will immediately become an influential senior senator.

If it is a committee with important responsibilities, its influence is even more extraordinary.

“The Appropriations Committee is undoubtedly a good place to be, but there are currently no vacancies and seats are tight.”

"The same goes for the Finance Committee. As for the judiciary..." George looked at him carefully and shook his head; "It's not suitable for you."

"Military, I don't think you want to go." As soon as George finished speaking, Alan nodded in agreement.

Dealing with those grumpy and upright generals, or rigid clerks and officers who only understand orders and rules, is tantamount to slow suicide for him.

"Diplomacy?" George murmured uncertainly.

Alan wanted to say, 'Diplomacy is also good.' Although it is not as good as the appropriation and finance mentioned before, it can give him enough training and qualifications.

"I have to think about it again." George seemed reluctant to make up his mind just like that. He looked up at him and asked, "Do you mind having dinner with me?"

"Of course I don't mind." How could Yalan mind? The other party now wants to send him to heaven, just like a reborn parent.

However, after calming down, Alan also roughly figured out the reason.

As a party leader, George

Naturally, it is impossible to pay attention to a small person like himself for no reason, even if he previously wanted to run for the party whip without overestimating his abilities.

Apart from national affairs, the only things that can make the other party take heart is wealth and color, and he has neither.

Therefore, someone was taking care of it behind his back.

Charlie Lee, this name jumped into his mind almost instantly, making Alan sober and suddenly enlightened.

The other party has not given up on him, and has been supporting his actions, but their choices and ideas are not consistent.

Now, how important the position he can get depends on how high Lee's leverage and status in George Fitzger's heart are.

…

…

Vegas, Caesars Palace.

"Your threats are meaningless. I am doing my best to solve the problem. At this time, as allies, you should support me instead of wasting time here."

Ariel walked back and forth holding the microphone with a look of impatience on his face. Danny, who was following behind him, stared straight ahead, pretending he didn't hear anything.

"Miss Ariel, as a collaborator, your promise has not been fulfilled, but now you ask us to support you, don't you think it's ridiculous?" Carlos said coldly.

"I knew the little girl was unreliable. We should control the transportation route ourselves instead of relying on others." Ya Lei's tone was full of ferocity.

"Seth Bass, what's your opinion?" Carlos ignored Ariel and wanted to hear the opinion of his new collaborator.

"Miss Ariel, how long do you need?" Seth Bass said.

He does not want to get involved in the competition of other countries, although after mastering the transportation routes, they can make more profits.

But only if they can, which Seth Bass doubts.

Those special forces and group executives who died inexplicably were not idiots who went crazy in their dreams and stabbed themselves to death with knives.

"Two weeks, give me two weeks, I promise to settle everything." Ariel said firmly.

"Your previous promises haven't been fulfilled yet, so why should we trust you?" Ya Lei said fiercely.

"Just because I can kill you, is that enough?" Ariel counter-threatened without showing any signs of weakness.

"Ha, I'll wait for you in Juarez." After that, Yare hung up the phone.

"I didn't hear any sincerity, Ariel, you don't have the final say here." Carlos hung up the phone for the second time.

The only one left on the other end was Seth Bass, and Ariel remained silent, as if waiting for his decision.

"One week, I need to see the results." Seth Bass decided to play it safe. Ariel's words did not sound like a simple threat.

"You'll see." Ariel grabbed the phone and threw it against the wall.

boom.

The phone was torn apart, and the fragments were flying everywhere. Ariel gasped to calm down, and then looked at Danny: "I need your help."

Danny looked at her silently, and Ariel looked directly into his eyes.

After a long time, Danny was the first to soften and said softly: "This is not a good idea."

"I need people to be in awe, not just in awe of my father." Ariel insisted.

"You know, Gekkot is trouble." Danny said.

"Tomorrow I will go to New York in person to talk to him." Ariel has already decided that this time she will talk to her father face to face.

If he can't support his decision, at least don't hold back.

"You won't succeed." Danny thought he knew his boss fairly well, and he would never let Ariel do whatever he wanted.

If she still insists on going her own way, maybe even what she has now will be lost.