Chapter 1028 Cardiac Arrest Plan

"Emily, after lunch, come with us to see the aircraft that was just handed over."

In the restaurant, Andy, Ivana, and Li Xiaoying sat around and savored a delicious lunch. Ivana, with a charming sweet smile on her rosy cheeks, invited Li Xiaoying who hadn't seen her for a long time.

"No, I won't bother you to show your affection. Besides, I need to catch up with the jet lag. Your big capitalist boyfriend has arranged a lot of work for me..." Li Xiaoying smiled gracefully, and put the goose on the fork. The liver row goes into the mouth.

Concentrate on eliminating food, and don't miss any dish that can make your taste buds explode deliciously. Andy looked up at Li Xiaoying who was opposite and said, "Don't wrong the good guy. You asked to talk to Jerry Yang tomorrow. I won't exploit me." A capable general!"

Ivana giggled coquettishly, and Li Xiaoying, who also curled her lips coquettishly, was a little confused when she saw Andy raising her eyebrows inadvertently, but soon a panic and shame flashed in her beautiful eyes, and her body was a little tense stretch.

Feeling someone's dishonest foot rubbing against her pussy under the table, Li Xiaoying almost splashed her wine glass on the other side with a calm face, and said seriously what needed to be discussed, the shame and anger in Li Xiaoying's eyes almost became real.

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At the end of lunch, Li Xiaoying narrowed her eyes slightly, with a look of anger and anger on her face, and she watched Andy and Ivana get into the car and drive away from the roadside with some disappointment. Four Seasons Hotel drove away.

In the afternoon, on the private apron of JFK Airport in Manhattan, Andy, who had finished his lunch break, and Ivana, who had a charming and lazy charm, got out of the car, and walked towards the huge hangar with only half of the door open.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Smith, Miss Ivana, I'm Tom Amberger, Executive Vice President of Boeing Company, nice to meet you two."

"Hello, Mr. Ambroger."

"Hello."

Surrounded by a group of people, the three shook hands and greeted each other.

"This way please, both of you, the Sky Palace has been waiting for your arrival." An Bojie stretched out his hand to signal with a smile on his face, and walked into the hangar side by side with Andy and Ivana.

The 747-8VIP with blue and white fuselage looks even bigger under the light of the hangar, and the family badge on the tail of the aircraft is impressive.

After boarding the hanging ladder and stepping inside the plane, Ivana's beautiful eyes widened.

The corners of her mouth were turned up, and the smile on her face showed her current mood and satisfaction with the interior decoration.

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"Miss Ivana, this is a restaurant. According to your request, we refer to the decoration of the restaurant in the Palace of Versailles. All the flower decorations are affixed with gold leaf, silver vines, and the tableware is also royal tableware..."

Ivana's eyes lit up, and while listening to the introduction, she walked to the dining table, picked up a golden fork, looked at the hanging crystal chandelier, and looked at everything in the restaurant, thinking about every detail Arrived.

Adjectives emerged from Ivana's mind, such as resplendent, extravagant, dazzling and so on.

"... This way please, both of you, this is a professional concert hall that can accommodate 10 listeners. All the audio equipment is from HiVi Huiwei, with high quality assurance, allowing you to enjoy the beauty of listening to music in the air!"

After the words fell, the piano piece "New York Rhapsody" played by Andy sounded in the small concert hall.

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Meanwhile, the Capitol in Washington.

The Elephant Party Chairman's Office, as the old Smith who has assembled the majority leader of the Senate and controls the majority party whip, has further power, even if the Elephant Party has lost the power of the Speaker of the House of Representatives and the majority party, relying on the Senate's counterpower to restrict It is more than enough to counter the donkey party.

Boom——

"Sir, New York State Senator Charles Schumer has arrived, will you see him now?"

Old Smith, who was working at his desk, stopped writing with his fingers, raised his head, took off his glasses, frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded slightly, "Let him in."

"OK."

Old Smith stood up and moved his body. There was a smile in his shining eyes, and the corners of his mouth were turned up. Seeing the door being pushed open, Charles walked in and said with a smile, "Good afternoon, Charles."

"Good afternoon, sir." The other party greeted with a trace of respect.

"Sit down, or coffee? Hehe, Andy sent some top-quality Blue Mountain coffee a few days ago. How about you try it? If you like it, take some back when you leave."

"Thank you, sir."

Old Smith sat on the chair behind the desk with a smile, chatted with Senator Charles for a while, and tasted the Blue Mountain coffee before getting down to business.

"Charles, there is something you need to deal with this time. Here are the documents. Please take a look..." As he spoke, Old Smith took out a document bag from the drawer and handed it to Charles who put down his coffee cup and reached out to pick it up .

Charles opened the file bag, pulled out the files inside, and began to look through them, but as he saw more content, the senator's face became uglier, and his eyebrows almost knit together.

"IndyMac Bank is a company that basically invests 100% in mortgage assets, and we are in a bad mortgage market. The company has no capital, which is obvious." Old Smith showed a faint smile , holding a coffee cup, half-closed his eyes and said lightly.

"It's in jeopardy... No, this is on the verge of collapse. Whether IndyMac can survive can only be determined by God!" Senator Charles closed the material with a somewhat ugly face, and said with some helpless emotion.

"You don't need to ask God about this question, you just need to ask the banking regulatory department." Old Smith lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, with a half-smile expression on his face, and said indifferently, looking at Charles.

After a brief silence, Charles said, "I'll write to the U.S. Savings Administration to discuss the IndyMac Bank situation, damn it, if they take their duties as a regulator seriously and prevent IndyMac from continuing to implement inappropriate and lax Loan policy, and such a bad situation will not happen!"

Old Smith shook his head helplessly, and sighed softly, "These people have already brought the American economy into the abyss, and they are still running blindfolded. We must prevent more cases like IndyMac from appearing!"

Senator Charles’ pupils narrowed slightly, he lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, feeling the sourness and bitterness of the top Blue Mountain coffee, after a few sips, the coffee in the cup had bottomed out, put down the cup, Charles looked at the old man "I know what to do," Smith said.

"Yeah." Old Smith smiled slightly, and after a slight hum, he opened the drawer, took out a sealed paper bag from the drawer, and said with a smile: "This kind of top-quality blue mountain is not produced much every year, and I only have this one here." The bag is still unopened, take it back and taste it slowly."

"Thank you, sir." Charles reached out to take the bag of coffee beans, chatted with Old Smith for a while, and got up to leave.

Seeing the old Smith with the office door closed, he chuckled and shook his head, put on his glasses, picked up the Montblanc pen given to him by his grandson and drew a circle on a document, couldn't help laughing, and said to himself: "The cardiac arrest plan, This child has such an ugly name..."