Chapter 437 Matchmaking

McCarthy is not popular. In addition to his alcoholism, being a Catholic of Irish descent is also an important reason.

In the early days of the United States, in fact, it was not even early. Until the outbreak of World War I, people of Irish descent could clearly feel discrimination, and they were not even considered white people.

Generally, Chinese Americans who arrive in the United States do not have wives. As long as they find a life partner, there is a high probability that they will be Irish. The Irish are also the ethnic group with the most intermarriages with other races.

Because of this relationship, Irish Americans are also the main force most hostile to the Chinese. The anti-Chinese wave was initiated by Irish Americans in the United States.

By now, the factors of Irish descent and Catholicism have of course disappeared. Irish immigrants are numerous in the United States. According to the calculation of the British rule of Ireland at that time, British immigrants were the largest source of immigrants in the United States, far more than other ethnic groups.

But if Ireland is taken out of the British immigrants, of course the British immigrants still have the largest number, but the German immigrants are not much less than the British immigrants, and the ratio of the two is quite close.

Irish immigrants have emerged in various fields, and politics is the last field to be conquered.

Alan Wilson naturally did his homework when he came to Chicago and knew that McCarthy was now the political representative of Irish descent. Although McCarthy was far less powerful than the original political representative, John F. Kennedy.

"I'm going to Harvard next month to attend the graduation ceremony of my friend Robert Kennedy." During the exchange of drinks, Alan Wilson mentioned the Kennedy family to test whether McCarthy and the Kennedy family were familiar with each other.

If McCarthy is now the representative of Irish Americans in politics, and the Kennedy family is the leader of Irish Catholics in the business field, this may create an illusion that the two are on equal footing. In fact, McCarthy and the Kennedy family are very far apart. McCarthy, who became a senator years ago, cannot be compared with the Kennedy family.

"I met the old Kennedy a few times, and I personally respect him very much." McCarthy, holding a wine glass, showed off his vast knowledge and could only take the time to answer Alan Wilson's question. Such a real congressman can only be described as Irish-American today. There is no talent to explain.

"If you have time, why don't we go together? You can also get to know the second generation members of the Kennedy family." Alan Wilson clinked a drink with McCarthy and suggested from the other side's perspective, "The distinguished congressman is also familiar with the Kennedy family." The family is all of Irish descent, so we should be familiar with each other, and this is also a good opportunity.”

In fact, Alan Wilson just let McCarthy and Robert Kennedy know each other in advance, and the two would get to know each other sooner or later.

As McCarthy secures his seat in the Senate, he has proven that he is not a flash in the pan and will become even more valuable in the eyes of the Kennedy family.

Robert Kennedy once served as McCarthy's assistant, and the two had a good relationship. Even when McCarthy had offended the military and hit rock bottom, Robert Kennedy did not hide his appreciation for McCarthy. After McCarthy's death, he even attended McCarthy's funeral.

This seemingly unfounded appreciation may be related to the similarities in their personalities. McCarthy is seen as a sensitive but slow person who underestimates the consequences of doing things, which is also a characteristic of Robert.

It is precisely because of this characteristic that he offended many people with his very tough methods in his later work as an investigator.

Between pushing the cup and changing the cup,

Alan Wilson's words gradually changed from well-informed to I can still drink.

But at least he already knew about McCarthy's drinking capacity. Like himself, he was the type to talk back even though he didn't drink well.

The two people who came out of the private room were obviously already drunk. They were so drunk that they started to drink and go crazy. "Joseph, I am not in a good state today. Just wait until tomorrow and I will entertain you well, uh..."

"Alan, don't be so harsh. Look, you can't even stand still." McCarthy replied with an exaggerated smile, "Wine is good wine, but people who drink it have a very average level of drinking."

"I can still drink!" Alan Wilson stiffened and expressed his determination to return to the battlefield.

"Then tomorrow, okay! I happen to be still in Chicago." McCarthy stared with drunken eyes and decided to teach this fellow man a lesson.

In the next five days, Alan Wilson was rarely awake. He had sacrificed so much for the British Empire. He even spent time catching up on sleep on the train accompanying McCarthy to New York for his campaign speech. Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer. Let Wick help you keep an eye on it while you find a place to relieve your fatigue.

He didn't know that McCarthy was at the end of his strength. He couldn't give a drunken campaign speech, otherwise he might not get any good results if Dewey or other candidates really became president.

Fortunately, the tough-talking British consul couldn't hold on any longer, and McCarthy breathed a sigh of relief. Otherwise, he would have refused on the grounds that he had to give a speech to support the election.

Ellen Wilson followed the route in his memory and arrived at the familiar door under the bright sunshine. He knocked on the door over and over again. Finally, Greta Garbo opened the door and stared straight at the instigator in front of her with her stomach puffed out.

"You? Oh my God!" Alan Wilson stared at Greta Garbo's swollen belly. He came out of the dissolute state in a second and slowly put his hand on the woman's belly.

"Do you feel a sense of accomplishment?" Greta Garbo squinted her eyes slightly and let the man's hand cover her swollen belly. "If everyone you want to do it knows, just stand at the door."

It was already dark, and Greta Garbo put on clean clothes and was leaning on the bed in the bedroom. She heated the bath water, lit the bathroom light, and laid out a clean coat and shirt for Alan Wilson. These clean clothes were meant to remind Alan Wilson that it was time to shave, change clothes, and regain his mental state.

As for Greta Garbo herself, she occasionally wore a pair of pajamas and passed the time leaning back in a chair with a book for a night, a habit that Alan Wilson frowned upon when he was here.

When Alan Wilson came out of the bathroom, she slowly stood up. She also wanted to wash herself. Alan Wilson followed her back and whispered, "Maybe it's not convenient for you, let me help you."

"Yes!" Greta Garbo nodded silently, giving this man the status of a husband.

Alan Wilson suddenly realized that he didn't seem to be clean. The bathtub was very spacious, enough to accommodate two people, or three.

Half an hour later, he took out the woman holding his neck. He looked so cautiously that Greta Garbo wanted to laugh, and she did. She was very beautiful.

"Why are you laughing?" Alan Wilson wanted to show his strong side, but his tone lowered his voice unconsciously.

"I thought of happy things." Greta Garbo looked at the man with squinting eyes, and gently put herself on the bed, "Why did you come to New York this time, and why did you get so drunk?"

"Do you have any new pajamas? Where are they?" Alan Wilson also felt that his current image was a bit detracted, so he shaved, combed his hair, got dressed, and then went to the kitchen to see if there were any materials and got busy. How can I fill my stomach? I have been drinking all these days.

While Alan Wilson was cooking, Greta Garbo was dressed and stood behind him, handing him his plate and fanning him. A bowl of bright red roses was placed in the center of the small table.

The two sat face to face. Ellen Wilson answered some questions from Greta Garbo, and then asked, "Don't you have some problems in life? You asked the question as if we were working partners."

"Otherwise? What is that?" Greta Garbo said with a cool attitude, "Let you marry me? First of all, you can't do it, and secondly, I won't marry you. I have already decided not to get married. To live a life alone, this is what I said when I announced my retirement. Now that I have this child unexpectedly, it has not changed my mind about not getting married."

"I can no longer understand at least some of the Hollywood actresses." Alan Wilson said with a bitter smile, "Either they keep getting married and divorced. Or it's like you and Katharine Hepburn, who have things that ordinary people can't imagine. Stubborn, why bother?”

"Do you have a flexible moral bottom line like you?" Greta Garbo looked elegant while chewing a sandwich, and suddenly said, "Actually, I wanted to take away this child, but I hesitated for fear of pain. My age After all, I’m older, so I don’t dare to do it. But it’s dangerous to be like this now, and the reason is the same, age is here.”

"That's right, your health is important, so don't take risks." Alan Wilson fully agreed with Greta Garbo's conservative ideas. In fact, he was very proud of it.

Although he already had a child born to a little dragoon, Alan Wilson had not seen Anna with a big belly after all, but Pamela Mountbatten had.

The huge apartment became alive again because of the arrival of Alan Wilson. After clearing the dishes, the two returned to the bedroom. Now Alan Wilson had no evil thoughts, but he never left the woman's belly with one hand, feeling it with touch. Life under the belly.

Greta Garbo let him have his way and said softly, "I have been to Wisconsin, where there are many Nordic immigrants. Before I died, I was very popular there. I don't know the McCarthy you are talking about. He is from Wisconsin." Senator? I really didn't expect it, but my liking for drinking is very similar to that of Scandinavian countries. If you don't have interests, you will never take action personally, which means you are very optimistic about him. "

"Uh, yes!" Ellen Wilson opened her mouth. Greta Garbo now looked almost the same as when she was in British India. She felt like she had no place to hide.

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