Chapter 1141 Selection Office

"Yes, yes, but I haven't cleaned up the house, and I don't have anything delicious to entertain you."

Yang Cheng didn't care, and said bluntly, "It's okay, tell me the house number, I'll go up now."

The apartment that Wang Keying rents is on the 10th floor, facing the sea and overlooking Santa Monica. It is considered high-end in terms of location, but the apartment does not have a large area. Senior white-collar workers working nearby are rented.

When Yang Cheng took the elevator to the 10th floor, he also saw a few well-dressed but dusty public relations women who were going out to work.

When they met, they exchanged glances. Peripheral women have a keen sense of money. No matter how low-key Yang Cheng was, his custom-made suit tailored by the designer still failed to escape the eyes of the peripheral women. , can't help but stand still

But they were also very surprised, how could this young man of Chinese descent, who was of extraordinary background and worth a lot of money, appear here? Who is the new winner of Bichi?

Yang Cheng didn't keep them waiting, so she stood in front of the door number Wang Keying told her, raised her hand and rang the doorbell.

Several peripheral girls looked at each other, it turned out that it was the food of the mixed-race Bichi, no need to look, they were out of play.

When Wang Keying came to open the door, several peripheral girls happened to get on the elevator, so they didn't see this scene.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps, and the door opened in response. Yang Cheng raised the red wine in his hand and said, "I'm sorry, I came in a hurry and didn't prepare a decent gift. I can only buy a bottle of the most expensive red wine in the supermarket downstairs. I hope Please do not mind that."

Wang Keying was wearing pale pink home clothes, her hair was pulled back casually, and a few strands of hair were wet with sweat and stuck to her forehead, looking a little embarrassed.

Hearing Yang Cheng's words, Wang Keying gasped and said, "Thank you, this gift is already very good, please come in, I just cleaned it up urgently, but it's still very dirty, don't dislike it."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Yang Cheng always felt that Wang Keying's smile was a bit formulaic, not as enthusiastic as she showed.

Following him into the door, a huge floor-to-ceiling window was facing the door, and the sunlight poured in unreservedly, illuminating this small apartment very transparently, and the visual effect was very good.

Yang Cheng knew the layout of this apartment at a glance. It is the most classic single-bedroom apartment with one living room and one bathroom. However, the decoration materials are high-quality, coupled with the excellent landscape, the price of selling the luxury house is also reasonable Among them, if it is rented, the rent is definitely sky-high, no wonder Wang Keying is under so much pressure.

The decoration style of the whole room is very girly, with light pink and lavender as the main colors, and Hello Kitty stickers can be seen everywhere.

Yang Cheng couldn't help laughing, she didn't expect that the heroic Shockwave girl in the TV series would have such a girlish heart in private.

Wang Keying rubbed her head in embarrassment, "I made you laugh~"

Yang Cheng shook his head, "No, this is very good, with a very distinctive decoration style."

Anyone who hears this will think it is false.

Wang Keying hurriedly gathered a bunch of clothes that had just been washed and hadn't had time to fold them into a pile, and threw them into the closed bedroom, only then did she have the time to ask Yang Cheng what to drink.

"Whatever, white water is fine. By the way, what did you do? Is it enough for the two of us? Do you want me to order some takeaway?"

Yang Cheng said as he came to the window, he stepped on the Santa Monica beach, and he had an unobstructed view of the invincible Pacific Ocean sea view. Watching the ebb and flow of the tide here, there is a sense of sight that has been seen for thousands of years.

Wang Keying came over and said proudly, "Isn't it great? I fell in love with the scenery here at first sight, so no matter how high the rent is, I still want to rent it. My dream is to wait until one day I can earn Pay enough money to buy this apartment and make this view my own.”

Although Yang Cheng doesn't know the housing prices here, she can probably guess that the entire apartment is about 70 square meters, with good ground, landscape, security facilities, etc., and the generally high housing prices in Los Angeles, so I have to buy them all. No matter what, it will cost 70,000 to 800,000 US dollars.

For an actress who has just debuted for a few years and has yet to prove herself on the big screen, this is definitely a huge sum of money.

But Yang Cheng didn't continue the topic, and asked instead, "You haven't answered my question yet."

Wang Keying was taken aback, and then apologized, "Oh, I have enough food. I just came back from shopping today. I bought a lot of delicious food, but they are all supermarket products. I don't know if you can get used to it."

Yang Cheng shrugged, "I'm not that hypocritical."

Wang Keying stuck out her tongue, "Okay then, you sit down for a while, I'll go and prepare, it will be ready soon."

Without waiting for Yang Cheng's consent, he trotted towards the kitchen, not forgetting to bring Yang Cheng a glass of water first.

When the sound of jingling came from the kitchen, Yang Cheng sent a message to Hansen who was on standby downstairs, asking him to find the landlord of Wang Keying's apartment, buy the house, and temporarily transfer the ownership to his own name.

Hansen replied yes in seconds, and Yang Cheng put away his phone with peace of mind, drank his saliva, and stood in front of the window with his pockets in his pockets. The horizon was almost parallel to his line of sight, and the sky was within reach.

. . . . . .

While Yang Cheng and Wang Keying were having dinner, one street away from the busiest bar area in Iowa City, there was a very low-key office on the first floor of a red brick multi-storey apartment. There are only about 70,000 people, and in a city dominated by college students, this office is unremarkable. It has no house number, and only a few black and white printed papers indicate that this is the "Mrs. hours of operation;

There are also several glass windows with blue "H~i~l~l~a~r~" promotional cardboard.

In fact, it is said to be an office, and it is actually transformed from two one-bedroom apartments: several white plastic tables and swivel chairs occupy the center of the living room, forming the usual work place for organizers and volunteers, with Changsha The hair group and the tea table are for everyone to take a break, and sometimes they are used when there are too many volunteers.

Two rooms, one of which was converted into a meeting room and storage room, and the other into the office of the district director, the walls are covered with banners, decorations hand-painted and made by various volunteers, and A big letter H, with activity photos of supporters and volunteers plastered in the middle, surrounded by blue and red lights.

Generally speaking, the decoration of the office is simple and exquisite, but it is full of the atmosphere of the election campaign.

In a small cubicle by the window in the office, Mrs. Zipperton and Richard Durbin sat on the sofa with a subtle smile and talked about something. Opposite them, a vigorous girl was leaning on the sofa and typing on the computer. .

The winter sun shines through the shutters on the girl's red hair and childish face, making her look full of vitality.

Mrs. Zipperton pointed to the girl and said to Richard Durbin, "It's hard for you to imagine what you were doing when you were 25?"

Richard Durbin smiled, "25 years old? I seem to be still secretly saddened by the loss of a case."

After saying a word, he carefully looked at this petite and smiling girl, and said with emotion, "It's hard for you to imagine that a girl who is only 25 years old has participated in two general elections and two local elections. Work."

Mrs. Zipperton nodded approvingly, and looked at the girl with loving eyes, "I have known Jennings for 7 years. She joined my team for the first time when she was 18 years old. At that time, she was ignorant and only knew Serving tea and pouring water, who would have thought that now, she is the campaign leader of my team in Southeast Iowa?"

Richard Durbin was holding a cup of instant coffee, drinking it with relish, "The world is impermanent~"

Looking around, through the window, you can see many young volunteers are busy, it seems that they are printing leaflets, their faces are filled with enthusiastic smiles, even though it is very hard, but they are very grateful for this job that can add luster to their resumes The work of the pen is sweet.

"Richard, is this the first time you've come to my place?" Mrs. Rajdon said, pointing to her campaign office.

"You forgot, I have been to your main office in DC, but the atmosphere here is very good~" Richard Durbin reminded, and said with a smile.

Mrs. Zipperton patted her forehead, "Look at my memory, I've been too busy recently, and I can't remember many things."

Richard Debin put down his teacup, turned his face straight, and said in a deep voice, "Let's talk about it, you called me all the way, isn't it just to let me visit the office?"

Mrs. Zipperton smiled wryly, "Can't you relax a bit? Don't keep a straight face all the time."

Richard Durbin disagreed, "You know, this is my job, and every dang faction also needs people like me to maintain the basic order in the dang."

Mrs. Zipperton had no choice but to nod, "I know that it is because of your great work that the Donkey Party has achieved what it is today."

Richard was unsmiling, obviously this flattery didn't work, "Mrs. Zipperton, my schedule is very tight."

He pointed to his watch, signaling to the other party to hurry up and get down to business.

Mrs. Zipperton had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "I need help from the Dang faction."

Richard nodded unobtrusively, "Of course, helping candidates is one of my job contents, but what specific help?"

Speaking of this, Mrs. Zipperton was not embarrassed at all. Of course, she was not embarrassed at all. Just kidding, a person who can be a president has a thick face and a dark heart.

"Money, ZZ resources, media resources, etc. Of course, the most important thing is money. With money, I can take care of everything after that." Mrs. Zipperton said loudly.

Jennings, who was always bowing his head and typing on the keyboard, raised his head in surprise. Obviously, he did not expect that the two big bosses of the Dang faction would actually discuss such a serious matter in front of her, a little bastard, and the little girl was fidgeting for a while.

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