Chapter 490: Choose 1 From 2

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Eli used to be Peter Flock's campaign manager, and Song Ya could see that he had deep feelings for Peter, so it was natural for him to send the message.

"To express my goodwill, just make an appointment to meet at a suitable time. I can do very little for a position like the Illinois State Attorney, and I shouldn't do too much."

After Claire left, Song Ya said to Eli: "Donate a small amount of money, be present and endorse things, it's the same as before."

"Your choice is very wise, APLUS. The sooner you express your opinion, the more Peter will remember your intention." Eli was really happy.

"Don't push Eli too much for him, he's still in jail." Song Ya complained.

"Haha, pretend I didn't say it."

Eli smiled and waved his hands, "Then I'll make an appointment for you?"

"Yes." Song Ya agreed, "By the way, is that Russell reliable? It's just a small election. Mrs. Party Whip came to ask in person just now. She seems to know about that guy's drinking."

"It doesn't matter, you know, drunkards and politicians have the same good quality, just open your mouth to talk nonsense."

Eli didn't care. "I've served even worse candidates. Russell is quite obedient. He also has a bit of charisma."

"That's good."

Otherwise, Underwood wouldn't call him a rising star in the political arena. Song Ya felt relieved, "As a company owner, it's not convenient for me to frequently stand for Russell, who is very popular with workers. I'll ask Fergie to come and visit before voting. Sing a song to warm up the scene or something."

At this time, the general manager of Bahn Company knocked on the door and came in, "Edward asked you to meet, now." He handed over a note.

"Eli, let's go together."

The voting was imminent, and it was time for the showdown between the two. Song Ya and Eli went to a country club in the suburbs together, and several casually dressed old white men accompanied Edward, waiting there.

"Welcome, APLUS, how about halving the penalty for admitting defeat early?" Edward held out his hand in a personable manner.

"I didn't do anything to you Edward, you got out of the Bahn Chemicals acquisition because of me, don't forget that."

Song Ya ignored him, and only shook hands with those old white men. After introducing each other, they learned that they were all Edward's partners. They were real estate and construction bosses who developed residential projects together. He is not a great person, but as long as he is a real estate developer, he usually has some influence in the local political circle, which should not be underestimated.

"Don't worry, you will be included in it soon, after this election." Edward sat down opposite him with a sneer.

"Your candidate is trailing by a wide margin in the polls."

Eli retorted. As a senior campaign manager, he has seen this kind of scene a lot, and he briefly introduced it to Song Ya on the way here. In this kind of small election, the sponsors of both sides will usually sit down and talk before the election. If you can't reach a win-win agreement, you will naturally have to make a lot of fanfare before talking about business, and you don't have to believe anything you say, "If you want me to tell you, you have no chance of winning."

"We also have polls, which are exactly the opposite of your conclusions," said an old man.

"Then there's nothing to say," Eli replied.

"But you don't need to make the relationship like this, APLUS..." Another old man suggested: "We are willing to make concessions. The Elephant Party can't make any waves in Chicago. Winning a small state representative has nothing to do with the overall situation. This point Both you and I are very clear. In order not to waste your time and mine, you ask a price, how can you be willing to move the factory, and we can even subsidize part of the relocation expenses for you. "

"I haven't even got the book back yet. I don't have the money to move again. I'm sorry." Song Ya refused.

"FxxkyouAPLUS, don't think outsiders don't know how much empty gloves you have!" Edward cursed.

"Empty hands? Why didn't you and old Barn do it empty-handed?"

Song Ya retorted.

"Hey! Don't do this! This is not the attitude you should have in business!" An old man persuaded the two,

"Don't talk about that, okay? Edward, we should look to the future together with APLUS."

"I'm here out of courtesy, we don't really have much to talk about."

The other party simply wanted to move the factory away to develop nearby land, but they didn't know that the factory had just earned 18 million in annual gross profit, how could the money from selling middle-class single-family houses be able to subsidize their own printing? Banknote machines discontinued and relocated? It was all a misunderstanding caused by unequal information, and with Underwood's care, he was not qualified to make private transactions during the election, so there was no talk at all.

"I hope you will still have the confidence to say this in two years." Edward threatened, "After more residents buy our house."

"guess what?"

Song Ya also smiled, "It doesn't matter if your candidate wins in two years, I know what you plan to do. At that time, I will donate the factory land to affirmative action organizations in Chicago, and let them transform it into low-cost housing and resettle those public housing area people."

This move was so ruthless that even Eli cast an unbelievable look.

"An... Who should I arrange for?" The old white man who tried to persuade him before started stuttering.

"My black brothers."

Song Ya said lightly: "You don't remember? The Chicago city government wanted to flatten the public housing area where the incident happened, which would make many people homeless."

"You can't mess with APLUS like that!" Another white old man yelled, "That will make the surrounding housing prices..."

Edward's face turned pale.

"African brothers or chemical factories, you choose."

Song Ya was very satisfied with their reaction, "Maybe I should announce the good news in advance." Leaving this sentence, she got up and left.

"Don't!"

When it was announced that they would not even think about selling the house, the white middle-class people would not be neighbors with the black people who moved to the public housing area. An old man called him to stop him, but he didn't think about the words after that, and his nose was flushed with anxiety.

"Don't worry, it's just a joke."

Song Ya left gracefully.

The two had a good time with Eli, and a week later, they met Peter Flock in a prison in Chicago.

In the meeting room no smaller than the A+ recording conference room, Peter, who was dressed in an orange prisoner, walked in while laughing and chatting with his lawyer. His hairstyle was meticulous and his chin was shaved. The young black woman I met in middle school even brought a few steaming cups of coffee from outside.

"Thank you." The two prison guards at the door took the coffee politely, "Mr. Flock, I'll be outside if you need anything." They closed the door respectfully from the outside.

This prison is...

In a daze, Song Ya thought she was in the other party's state attorney's office.

"Peter, how are you doing?"

Eli beside him was choked up... as if the other party was suffering something unbelievable.

"I'm fine, I'm fine..." Peter smiled and raised one foot, revealing some kind of high-tech shackles on his feet, and a small red light kept flashing, "It's just a bit strangling."

Damn, is that plastic? Song Ya complained silently in her heart.

"How is the appeal going?" Song Ya asked his lawyer, who was also a black man in a suit and leather shoes.

His lawyer brushed his hand lightly in front of him, "Overall, relaxed and happy."

"When will I be released from prison?" Eli asked.

"At the end of the year? At the beginning of next year at the latest." Peter replied, "How is Alicia doing at work?" He asked Song Ya again.

The beautiful face of the similar Julianna Margulies flashed in Song Ya's mind again, followed by Alicia, Peter's wife, and then her lover Will Gardner...

"Very good, she helped me keep a firm eye on the investment in DTS." Song Ya could only say good things.

"I know she can do it, she's smart, I knew that in college, and I miss her..." Peter said sadly.

You were arrested and photographed for recruiting prostitutes! Don't pretend to be a husband in front of me, hey!

Song Ya complained wildly in her heart.

"Mr. APLUS is willing to continue to support you Peter, he is very worried about that guy Childs, while you are away..." Eli helped Song Ya hint.

"I know, he's been in that position for a while."

Peter showed a confident domineering, "I'll give you a few names, all of which can be trusted..."

He whispered to the lawyer, and the lawyer wrote a few names on a piece of paper, basically the middle-level of the Chicago law enforcement unit, and handed it to Song Ya.

"If Childs bothers you, maybe they can help," said Peter.