Chapter 852 Campaign Headquarters

After publicly displaying the Michelle couple's profound political and business strength to the outside world for the first time, Milton Davis and Axelrod hurriedly left to have a showdown with Alice Palmer.

Until the end of the buffet, there was still no result. Alice Palmer seemed unwilling to give up.

Song Ya stood in her position and thought for a while, and she was really aggrieved. Originally, the black political circle in Chicago pushed me to run for the U.S. House of Representatives. Now I am ready for everything, and when I meet Jesse Jackson Son, you all turned against each other?

It's okay to defect, what? Even my original Illinois state senator is not going to return? Then I worked my life out for the organization, but I was betrayed by the friendly army. In the end, even the base camp was ransacked by my own people. After all the troubles, I suddenly died with nothing but political prospects?

Who can bear this!

"Aplus, go to my campaign headquarters and wait?" Michelle's husband sent the guests away, leaving only his campaign team and some relatively close social relations. figure.

As top students of Harvard Law School, Michelle and his wife have a huge legal network behind them. Well-known blacks in Chicago, equal rights lawyers and even the named partners of the law firm are their staunch supporters. Michelle The network of relationships accumulated by Er in leading charity and affirmative action organizations for many years, once this kind of energy bursts into campaign affairs, it must not be underestimated.

"Well, idle is idle."

Song Ya felt that she was well-informed, but this time she was a bit misjudged. Originally, she spent some money and used her influence in Nancheng to directly help crush the past. It would be easy to get an Illinois congressman, but At present, even without himself, the probability of Michelle's husband running for the Illinois State Senate is still very high.

He compared it in his mind, and it was not at all inferior to Underwood's campaign for the Federal House of Representatives. The only difference was that the proportion of whites on Underwood's side was much higher.

Looking at his watch, it was almost twelve o'clock, but he still wanted to observe for a while.

"Then let's go." Now Michelle's husband is the most optimistic, grinning and helping his wife to get the coat.

His campaign headquarters is not far away, and he rented an office facing the street not far from Hyde Park. The general conditions of this kind of temporary headquarters are a bit rough. The entrance is a very large office area, and there are rows of desks full of it. Every inch of usable space is wasted. The most important electrical appliance on every table is a telephone, and there is more than one, because calling door-to-door to solicit votes and conduct polls is the most effective and cheapest means.

The staff are all off work,

Temporary workers are naturally used in the temporary headquarters. They spend money to recruit people during the election campaign, and they are dismissed after the end. Many of them are loyal supporters of politicians who come to work voluntarily. Under the political atmosphere, or to accumulate resumes when applying for college, so the former congressman Mel Reynolds can easily rape underage girls in this environment.

"This way."

Along the wall covered with his bust and the American flag, Michelle’s husband led everyone to the end and entered his office. Through the glass, he could see the situation in the hall outside, and there were more inside. It was nothing more than a fax machine and a few filing cabinets, and on the table were some framed photos of him with his wife and dignitaries.

"When is this?"

Song Ya picked up the photo frame of herself and Mariah Carey and the two of them and asked.

"The year before last? The time you got engaged, in Highland Park," Michelle recalled.

"Oh." Song Ya looked at the bright smiles of the four of them, and put down the photo frame with a little melancholy.

"Is it convenient for my granddaughter to bring you and your wife's autograph aplus?" Mikwa said with a smile, "She admires you very much."

"No problem." Celebrities often encounter such requests, and they have autographed photos at home, ready for them.

There were a lot of people and the office couldn’t fit, so everyone went outside to chat. Except for myself, everyone else basically had a legal background, and there were many experienced legal experts like Mikwa.

These lawyers who are more inclined to politics and equal rights are concerned about major issues, that is, the current hot ethical and political differences in the United States. Song Ya and Old Mike sat down casually and listened silently.

Michelle and his wife were a little absent-minded. They still cared about Alice Palmer's reaction. It was their first election campaign, so nervousness was unavoidable.

"Taraji? What's wrong?"

Just a little sleepy, the phone rang, and he went out to answer it.

"You are going to shoot the mv tomorrow, oh no, it will be today after twelve o'clock."

Taraji said, "Come back early and rest."

"I know, wait a little longer." I wanted to say that I would go back without waiting, but I saw Milton Davis and Axelrod getting off the car from a distance.

"Alice Palmer won't budge." They came back with bad news.

"Damn it." Mikva cursed.

The trouble now is that Michelle's husband is going to fight a fierce election campaign with the former member of the district during the primary election stage of the Donkey Party. She is still a black female member of parliament. Even if she wins, she will easily lose the favor of many voters.

"What do we do?" Michelle asked.

"We can't start a fight. With Alice Palmer's attitude just now, she must be planning to tear out all the hidden secrets of the donkey party's internal scheduling."

Axelrod said: "There is only one solution now, which is to kill her directly at the stage of qualifying for the election."

"What do you mean?" Song Ya asked confusedly as everyone seemed to understand.

"To qualify for the election, a congressman must obtain a certain number of signatures from supporters. As long as Alice Palmer does not get enough signatures, she will not be able to stand on the stage against us." Axelrod replied: "In this way, the two sides can avoid becoming direct opponents."

But wouldn't that be crueler to Alice Palmer? A former member of the constituency running for re-election can't even get thousands of signatures? That is tantamount to directly declaring that she will be worthless to the political party in the future, and her political life is truly over. It is not easy to achieve such a devastating effect.

"Political wrangling is always brutal."

Axelrod seems to have read Song Ya's complaints, but he actually said it to Michelle and his wife. They still can't seem to be as shameless and emotional as Underwood and Peter. Somewhat depressed, Axelrod encouraged: "Don't have any cheap sympathy for your opponent, even if this opportunity was given up by Alice Palmer, she comes back to choose now, that is our enemy, we It doesn't matter how much she has been wronged in this matter."

"Don't think too much. If you take this path, you will face more difficult moral dilemmas in the future. South Bank Bank and my personal donation will be in place soon. Everyone is willing to fully support you. Concentrate on the campaign."

Milton Davis held Michelle's husband's hand, "I'm getting old, I have to go home early and rest."

"Me too." Song Ya imitated them and shook hands with Michelle and his wife while saying two words of support, "I believe you can do it."

"Thank you, thank you." Michelle's husband was very moved, and he clenched his hands and said, "If I hadn't listened to your song be what you wanna be... forget it, let's not talk about this, good night, aplus."

"Good night."