"But it will also lose a lot, such as..." another staff member hinted.
"Well, just ask now." Gore nodded.
"Om!"
The tsunami of tens of thousands of spectators in the stadium passed into the box, Song Ya's mobile phone was also shaking, "Sorry, I will answer the call..." He convicted Underwood and got up.
"By the way, APLUS, there is one more thing. Today, the deputy leader will make a final choice between the mayor and the governor. Mr. Mayor hopes that you will not forget the agreement you reached with him that day." Underwood suddenly became affectionate. He held his shoulders with both hands, and said with an ear.
"..."
Song Ya was stunned and attacked suddenly? The amount of information in this sentence is too much, right? I can't digest it for a while, I was completely kept in the dark before, "What do you mean?"
"Literally, non-zero-sum game, remember?" Underwood grinned.
This made Song Ya very upset, "I thought you and I were closer than you and Mr. Mayor... This is not like how we have a tacit understanding."
"Of course, but it's not the same thing, it doesn't affect, does it?" Underwood said in a coaxing tone: "You know that I have great political expectations for the position in the Gore government, and this result is for you. I'm fine."
"Sorry, wait a minute."
play me? The phone was still ringing, Song Ya insisted on getting up, and went to a quiet place to answer it alone.
"Everyone is playing real APLUS this time..." Doug shouted to him from behind.
Song Ya ignored him and pressed the answer button. The call came from a subordinate that Gore had been in contact with for a long time.
"I just heard some rumors..."
The other party’s question is very straightforward. If Gore chooses little Daley, will the support he promised change?
"Of course I will continue to support him, but it is best not to change too much with what was negotiated at the time."
I had known that Sloan had been brought in to help with the staff, but Song Ya was a little angry this time, especially angry. The trusted Underwood and Little Daley played a surprise attack? This sign is very dangerous.
"If..." the other party dragged the tone.
"Anyway, I will evaluate again. I don't know the specific situation now." Song Ya didn't want to die.
"OK, I understand."
After hanging up the phone, Song Ya sent another text message to Sloan and sat back.
Underwood suggested to go outside to watch the game, Song Ya shook his head, and stopped responding to the other side's gag to ease the atmosphere.
"Why don't you talk? Go out to watch the game?" Amy stared and realized that the air was a little dull, and the music in the box just changed to the more cheerful jazz, that kind of old jazz, a bit noisy, she came over and asked loudly.
"No, let's go, we're over." Song Ya said while looking at his watch.
"We have considered all aspects, but...APLUS does not necessarily buy Underwood's account. The kid has a very vigorous personality. He has an old-school Chicago tune. His wealth is following the big bull market toward billionaires. Today, the market value of YAHOO It's over 120 billion."
In the Mayor’s Office, Little Daly also anticipated this. “His so-called tens of millions of campaign funds is a very plump and delicious steak for Gore, and he can indeed do it easily.”
‘The little guy is very upset. ’
Doug's text message was sent to his staff, who held up the phone screen.
Little Daly made a gesture when he saw it.
"Hey! APLUS! Welcome!"
The Bulls and White Sox owner Rainsdorf came in and almost bumped into Song Ya, who was holding Amy's hand. "Underwood, Claire! Long time no see, you are all here!"
"Hello." Not so coincidentally, the guest in the box would not like to be disturbed, Song Ya coldly shook hands with the other party.
"Don't watch the game?" Reinsdorf asked.
"Yes, we are leaving now, there is an urgent matter." Song Ya replied.
"Sit down for a while!" Rainsdorf pushed him back enthusiastically. Where could the old Jewish man in his sixties be able to push him, "Underwood, what are you talking about? The general election? Or the Internet? Really APLUS, can you teach me how to play that kind of new thing? You know I can't keep up with the trend and only run the club."
The old white man who had just played Jordan was a little unhappy, and he simply pointed out: "Really, we all support Mr. Mayor. If we choose the wrong side this time, we will be our common enemy. It's sad."
"Agree." Song Ya sneered, "Everyone is Mr. Reinsdorf, a businessman, but I really want to leave. By the way, I wish your club a smooth operation."
"Hehe, of course, but caution is recommended." Reinsdorf also sneered, "My secret to running the club is to be careful enough."
At this time, there was a super loud noise in the stadium, and the audience cheered and applauded, "Ha! Our team hit a home run!" Rainsdorf knew what was going on. This way! Kill that little bear!" The opponents of the White Sox today are rivals of the same city, the Cubs, and he cheered happily at the TV broadcast in the box.
"About APLUS...I'll talk about it later, didn't Gore respond yet?" Little Daley was also very nervous and kept squeezing his fists on the table, his eyes getting more and more fierce.
The so-called politician's promise... At that time, in order to stabilize APLUS, it may not be obeyed in the future. If the attitude of the other party today, the guy who does not know how to compromise, at least Chicago will not welcome him anymore.
"He is seeing your brother." The staff replied.
"OK, good sign." Little Daly cheered himself up.
"The deputy commander is leading the student. We must unite this time, otherwise no one can afford the price. We have been dealing with each other for many years. I believe that after today, everything will be adjusted quickly."
Little brother Daly said while submitting a document, "This counts as our gift."
Gore opened it. This was not a gift at all. It was a javelin, a sharp javelin. It was evidence of some private associations between himself and Peter Flock and Motorola about the fiasco of the Iridium project.
"You are..." Gore was furious after reading it, but he laughed, "Are you...Is that what I understand?"
"If you want to say the word'threat', I will try my best to interpret it as an effort to seek cooperation, the last effort." Little Daly's brother replied in an unhurried manner, "Time is running out, and it will start at the beginning of next month. The first official primary in Iowa."
"Perhaps the word should be ‘foul’." Gore’s staff picked up the document and looked at it. It is not difficult for the King of Chicago to get these, but it is indeed not compliant.
"As you understand, we don't care. Peter Flock's mafia-style politician will not benefit anyone. We must stop him with all our strength. Don't forget how much he is liked by the voters." Little Daly's brother replied.
Gore's face was uncertain.
"Oh, yes, there is this." Little Daly's brother took out another document.
"The lieutenant governor is willing?" Gore raised his eyebrows after reading, and the scales in his heart began to tilt.
"You betrayed me?" In Springfield City, Peter Flock called the lieutenant governor and a very trusted running partner to the office. At the beginning, like Song Ya, he was ignorant of the sudden launch of the little Daley today. You’re informed.
He reacted immediately, and only if the lieutenant governor who succeeded him was willing to secretly compromise with the enemy, would the other party launch a fierce assault with such confidence.
"I didn't." The Lieutenant Governor denied it, "Peter, we have been friends for so many years, Kozko is you..."
"I'm too lazy to answer such a boring question." This was already an admission, and gave himself the motive, Peter waved his hand impatiently, "You can go out."
"Peter, give up."
The lieutenant governor turned around and persuaded him to leave after closing the door.