it goes without saying.
He even thought deeply about whether he was not Commissioner Cao's only target at all. There were many people like him in the beautiful country.
If I miss this opportunity, I may really have to stay here for the rest of my life.
Even staying in the concession was a luxury because he didn't believe that Commissioner Cao could let him go.
It sounds like he has a choice, but in fact, he has no right to choose at all!
But, who makes him weak?
After thinking about it a lot, Commissioner Cao is right, this is his opportunity.
Rather than letting others, people who have no bottom line in their hearts, or even traitors, be controlled by China, it is better to do it yourself.
At least if I am here, I can argue with China and seek real benefits for the people!
People are all like this, very confident.
They all think that they can ride the wind and waves and resist all kinds of temptations.
Gritting his teeth, he saw the impatience in Xiao Cao's eyes.
William picked up the wine glass, picked up the wine jar, and respectfully poured a glass of wine for Xiao Cao.
"Commissioner Cao thinks highly of me. I, William, will definitely live up to your expectations. I respect you!"
In an instant, the spring breeze turned into rain.
All the tension was gone.
Xiao Cao laughed loudly: "Okay! Okay!"
"Then let's look forward to Mr. William's performance! Whatever you need, I can build momentum for you and you can start preparing later!"
When William heard this, his face was filled with excitement!
"Okay, we won't come back until we get drunk tonight! I think Commissioner Cao must stay overnight today! Let's use Chinese language to say, get drunk and then rest!"
Secretary Liu understood.
He smiled and said to the two of them: "Then this wine is not enough today. Fortunately, I still have it in the car!"
He said and went to get the wine.
That night, Xiao Cao had a dream. In his dream, he dreamed of riding a wild horse on the grassland.
Sometimes galloping, sometimes galloping and whipping.
On the second day, I straightened my chest and raised my head, and walked out of William's second floor.
.......
Xiao Cao was not idle. After coming out of William's place, he took Secretary Liu to the next house without stopping.
William guessed this right.
Eggs cannot be put in one basket.
The beautiful Chinese labor party, Xiao Cao plans to recommend William, but what about others?
For example, Brother Black.
These people should also be pushed.
Only when the situation becomes chaotic can we have a chance.
Oba Jin, as a beautiful Chinese with dark skin, relied on various operations to become a state legislator.
But he knew that this was the highest position he could reach.
Further up, beautiful countries will not allow it, and neither will those with fair skin.
We can give you a small official position to show that we value you and treat everyone equally, but in any case, you will not be allowed to enter the senior management.
Although there are some Black Brother forces gathered behind him, they are simply vulnerable to those White Brother forces.
Sometimes, he doesn't want to be satisfied with the status quo, but his skin color is a hurdle that he can't overcome in his life.
For a long time, drink away your sorrows.
Until, he met a person and secretly came to a place in the Chinese Concession.
He was excited.
The whole person seems to have found his direction in life again.
When he left the Chinese Concession, he felt that the dust in New York was sweet!
It goes without saying who the person he met was.
For more than half a month, Xiao Cao has been running around and meeting various people.
Use various methods to win over everyone you can.
Among them, William and Obakin were the two people he placed heavy bets on.
In Li Delin's office in the Ministry of Industry Bureau of the Chinese Concession, Xiao Cao shook his red wine glass and looked out the window.
"Delin, you are almost ready, you can start!"
Xiao Cao said with a smile when he heard the bell outside.
Li Delin also hummed.
"Cao, you are now one of the people I admire. This kind of operation is enough to earn Mr. Nie's trust."
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The ringing of the bell means that the general election is about to begin.
The streets of New York and Washington are filled with lights and colorful lights. Countless capitalists are serving their political targets and using all means to increase their votes.
Everywhere you look there are people speaking with loudspeakers on the streets!
Be impassioned and make a series of promises.
Various predictions and expectations for the future!
Then, a burst of cheers broke out below.
There are also countless people on the streets holding leaflets and newspapers to promote their political targets.
Some wore headscarves, some wore armbands.
Others marched with billboards and loudly displayed slogans about their political opponents.
Various inspiring slogans seem to come for free.
However, some people are excited, some are crazy, and some are silent.
Most of the silent people are at the bottom of society, the middle and lower classes.
Once, they were the majority group in this country, enjoying all the conveniences brought by factories and also enjoying the benefits brought by their status as workers.
But all this fell from the altar with the Great Depression.
He spent the whole day going back and forth to pawn shops, exchanging record players and petty bourgeois sentimental supplies that he had bought at a high price for the rations he needed to survive.
Except when passing by those Chinese-owned stores, I would show a trace of envy when looking at the dazzling array of supplies inside. The rest of the time, I was completely lackluster.
Numbly, I looked at the noisy gongs and drums outside and the lively election scene.
A sharp contrast.
A child followed his father and had just pawned a woolen coat.
I came to the store and bought some grain and vegetables.
Just at this moment, a procession appeared.
“Support Stephen King and usher in a bright future for our beautiful country!”
“Support Stephen King and eliminate the incompetent Roosevelt administration!”
Everyone shouted excitedly with fanaticism on their faces.
Some people came to hand them leaflets.
"Sir, hello kids, please cast your votes and cheer for Stephen King!"
Father just nodded indifferently.
"Yes, I will!"
After the people left, he tore up the flyers.
"Father, why did you tear it up?"
The child looked at his father with some confusion.
The father knelt down, picked up his son, and said lovingly: "Who comes to power, what does it have to do with us? Can the factory resume work?"
"These people are all the same. Their political ideals are all for their own benefit. The Stephen King family's factory exploits people the most. I heard that they not only dismissed the workers, but also sent gang members to threaten those who wanted to ask for follow-up wages. People!" gōΠb.ōγg
"Do you think I should tear up this leaflet?"
The world of children is black and white.
I was not happy on the spot, and said fiercely: "It should be torn into pieces! We don't support the big bad guy."
"It's just that there is no one who speaks for us? Don't you often tell me that we are great? We have created most of the wealth of this country?"
Father, smiled bitterly.
Maybe, there will be.
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