Chapter 100: Senate Boss (1)

"You want me to go to Brazil?" Allen bounced off the sofa like a ball of urinating cow balls, and shouted at Yang Cheng in disbelief.

Yang Cheng buttoned his ears, "Why are you shouting so loudly? It scared me."

Allen rushed over and put the pig's trotter on Yang Cheng's forehead, "You don't have a fever, do you? That's Brazil. If Louis Lehman finds out, you can't roast me?"

"Damn it, he doesn't know you, otherwise why would I look for you." Yang Cheng pulled Alan's palm away with a smile, and added, "And you don't need to see him."

"No, I'm afraid of heights and can't take a plane." Alan shook his head firmly and refused.

Yang Cheng was speechless, he really forgot about this, bastard, who designed it? Why are fat people afraid of heights?

This is troublesome, Yang Cheng frowned and thought, besides Allen, there is no one around him who he can trust and is capable.

Hansen and the others don't have to think about it, it's okay to send them to kill people, and he will lose if he doesn't lose all of Yang Cheng's money in business negotiations.

"Okay, okay, I'll go, but I have to treat me to a big meal when I come back." Alan also knew that Yang Cheng had no one available, so he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet to agree.

Yang Cheng was overjoyed, and hugged Allen, "Haha, brother, there's no problem with the big meal. I'll call the top celebrity chefs in New York and make you the most expensive and luxurious burger in history, how about it?"

Allen licked his saliva, his eyes glowed green, the same expression as Yang Cheng looked at Benjamin Franklin.

With the buff blessing of Hamburg, Allen seemed to have forgotten that fear of heights is a magical thing, and patted his chest, "Don't worry, I guarantee that the second daughter of the Lehman family will obediently give away the shares."

While talking, he suddenly thought of something, and pushed Yang Cheng in the stomach, "Is your plan that simple? Use this stock to threaten Louis Lehman?"

Yang Cheng nodded affirmatively, "That's right, Louis Lehman is now fighting with the two veteran founders of 3G Capital, even if it is 0.1%, they are fighting for blood, let alone Lehman's second daughter. That foot in your hand can overwhelm 3% of the balance."

"Then what should Louis do if he doesn't want to die?" Allen asked back.

Yang Cheng smiled calmly, "That's better, sell it to those two partners, maybe you can sell it at a high price."

"Then I guess Louis will look for you desperately." Allen said with a schadenfreude.

"Hmph, I wish he could come to me desperately. Due to the agreement reached between my dad and Paul Lehman, I can't do it first. If Louis really can't help it, then my wish will be fulfilled."

Yang Cheng put down the water bottle, and said, "I don't think Louis will be ignorant of current affairs. Now 3G capital is life-saving capital for him, and the whole world knows the reason why he can keep the green hills without worrying about firewood."

"Okay, then I'll go back first, I have to study how to get the shares from that woman, and then come back safely to eat burgers." Alan saw that Yang Cheng was very sure, so he stopped talking nonsense.

After Allen left, Yang Cheng didn't stay in the office much, and Georgina asked him to meet at the Four Seasons Hotel.

Of course it wasn't a room, it was for Elizabeth Holmes' affairs. I heard that a bigwig from the Jewish Mutual Aid Association came forward and wanted to have an interview with Yang Cheng. Yang Cheng, who didn't want to talk to him, was invited to go after Georgina's persuasion.

The Four Seasons Hotel on Madison Avenue 57th Street has undergone six years of polishing and was renovated in 2012. Its prestigious top-floor luxury suite was jointly developed by modern architect IM Pei and designer Peter Marino. Tens of millions of dollars have built this urban paradise floating in the mid-air of Manhattan, with a 360-degree panorama overlooking the New York skyline, and a panoramic view of the green Central Park and the Empire State Building.

It is said that the interior decoration of this suite named after the founder of the Four Seasons Hotel, Werner, is extremely luxurious. The walls of the dressing room are paved with calfskin, and semi-precious stones shine in the artificial waterfall in the bathroom.

The RB silk pillows from the 18th century are full of aristocratic atmosphere, and the hand-painted walls dotted with thousands of mother-of-pearl in the hall make the guests stay intoxicated.

For this reason, the Four Seasons Hotel also allocated a touching price for the Werner Suite, which is 45,000 US dollars a night. This is still a bare price that does not include any service fees, and it is an expensive batch.

Anyway, since it was completed, Lang Ru Yang Cheng has never had the idea of ​​enjoying a night. Except for those local tyrants in the Middle East who can burst out oil while sitting at home and farting, who the hell dares to spend so recklessly?

What's more, Yang Cheng's home is in New York. If his mother knows that there is no place to live, she will run to the next street to make a fuss, and it will be strange not to kick Yang Cheng out of shit. Ahem, I can only say that it was an accident. . .

Yang Cheng deliberately drove his Pagani out today to let the air out. Even the best supercar has to be driven. Isn't it a waste of money to keep it in the garage to collect dust?

When he arrived at the Four Seasons Hotel in a blue Pagani, the parking boy and the doorman began to evacuate the crowd desperately to clear the way for Yang Cheng's car.

They didn't know which ancestor was free, and drove the mobile vault to walk on the street at noon, and walked to the front of their hotel. Isn't this looking for trouble?

I can often find videos of people taking pictures around luxury cars at the entrance of hotels or casinos on the Internet. Yang Cheng also experienced it personally today.

After finally parking the car in the VIP parking space designated by the hotel, put on sunglasses, walked into the hotel under the protection of Hansen and the others, and went straight to the steak house on the 4th floor.

"Jason, you are in the limelight." At the door of the steakhouse, Georgina happened to meet Georgina who had gone to the bathroom, and mischievously splashed water on Yang Cheng's face.

Yang Cheng thought that Georgina would talk about the press conference again, but Georgina pointed to the downstairs and realized that the other party was talking about the parking situation downstairs.

He could only say with a wry smile, "Don't mention it, I don't want to either."

"Hehe, just kidding, let's go in, I'm dealing with business in the upstairs room, come down immediately." Georgina explained for the boss, and invited Yang Cheng into the restaurant.

The reserved table is on the side of the restaurant, not a partition, but clever use of green plants to delineate a privacy area.

"Georgina, are you still playing tricks on me? Who wants to meet me?" Yang Cheng sat down, waited for the waiter to pour him a glass of water, and asked the topic.

Georgina smiled teasingly, "Nervous?"

Yang Cheng was stunned, and took a sip of water, "It would be a lie to say that you are not nervous at all, the main reason is that the atmosphere you created is too thick, and human beings are always afraid of the unknown."

Georgina covered her mouth and chuckled, "It's so exaggerated, if you're nervous, say you're nervous, don't cover it up with these big words if you have the ability?"

Seeing that Yang Cheng rolled his eyes and said nothing, Georgina stopped messing around and whispered a name, "Felix Morgenthau."

"Cough cough..." Not surprisingly, Yang Cheng choked on the water. If he knew the name was so scary, he would not drink water. Who is responsible for the choking to death.

"The one in the Senate?" Georgina patted Yang Cheng's back to help him relax, but Yang Cheng didn't appreciate it, and asked Georgina's arm.

Georgina nodded and lowered her eyebrows, "That's right."

Be aware that the U.S. Congress is divided into two houses, the House of Representatives and the Senate, with the House of Representatives generally considered to be more partisan.

Many of the framers of the Constitution attempted to make the Senate (initially elected by state legislatures) a check and balance to the directly elected House of Representatives.

Therefore, the power of "suggestion and consent" (such as the power to ratify treaties) is only exercised by the Senate alone.

The House of Representatives also has its own exclusive powers, such as impeaching government officials and electing the president if the Electoral College is deadlocked.

However, all these powers can be countered by the Senate.

The Senate is generally more prestigious than the House of Representatives and representatives, and senators serve longer terms, are smaller in number, and (in most cases) represent more voters than representatives of the House of Representatives.

To put it simply, the House of Representatives has the right to formulate proposals, while the Senate can only say yes or no. Although the power of the two houses is balanced on the surface, and there is no distinction between high and low, it was true in the early days, but after a century of evolution and development, the ugliness of politics has gradually It has been exposed that smart people have a conclusion on which of the two houses is higher today.