"What if Peter Flock refuses to admit defeat and goes crazy?" the staff asked little Daly.
"People who believe in violence are also afraid of violence, because they know that the destructive power of violence is the ultimate weapon. They use the coldest means to try to wrap and protect the fragile heart, which may even be extremely soft, like licking a prostitute. The tongue of the foot...you just need to touch it."
Little Daley stretched out his index finger to nod the air with a disdainful face.
This nasty metaphor made the staff laugh.
"Do you know? I really like the finale of Godfather One, the execution of a hostile Mafia family leader. That scene often haunts my mind..." Peter called in his personal lawyer and legal counsel in the governor's office. , Looked out the window and said.
"Peter, this is different. Today's situation is completely different." The lawyer persuaded.
"I don't allow me to be so humiliated. I don't want to end up with those former ex who were honestly investigated and tried and ruined." Peter said: "Even if the balance I provide is horrible, they must accept it and win against the coward. The secret of the game is that you are really fearless..."
"Mr. Governor, your wife's phone." The phone rang, and the assistant outside reported.
"Come in."
"Peter, my daughter went home and said that today she was inexplicably called to the office by two people who claimed to be the city's education department at school and asked some boring questions. Is there anything to worry about?" Alicia asked.
"What a boring question." Peter raised his sword eyebrows, and his eyes burst with anger, but he still tried his best to restrain himself and maintain a calm tone.
"It's just some test results, or something..."
"I see, don't worry, I will send someone over... Forget it, you tell her not to go to school tomorrow, and my son not to go, I will call the school."
After dealing with his wife, he punched the blinds like a beast, and his hands were bloodied by the glass behind.
"Mr. Governor?" The guard heard the movement and rushed into the door.
"Get out!"
He sent the guard away, picked up the microphone, "You are crazy..." He said to little Daly, his voice seemed to come from hell, "You don't have any..."
"I have never been more sensible than you, Peter. A madman looks at the whole world madly. Put your crazy heart in a cage. If you lose, your choice is to make yourself decent."
Little Daly interrupted him and hung up before Peter could answer. His mood has become completely optimistic, "I said that? The deputy leader will compromise, he has always been like this."
"Hahaha!"
The staff just got the latest response from there, and the staff laughed, "Really, if the real deputy leader is such a person, can he withstand the pressure next year when the general election is the most difficult?"
"Fxxkyou." Another staff member was already opening champagne, laughing and scolding: "He must win, no one can put him as much pressure as we do today!"
"To Mr. Mayor, to Chicago!"
"To Chicago!"
Everyone toasted and toasted in unison.
"Um...cough cough, oh right, what do you say about APLUS?" A staff member asked after he drank in a hurry, almost choked on him, coughing.
"He has to pay a price for his choice, right?" Little Daly sneered, "I am an adult, and I believe he will be prepared in his heart."
"That kid is also a lunatic when he is pressed, and Deputy Commander Gore will protect the big gold lord."
"Remember that I promised to endure him using no more than one-tenth of his power to support Peter?" Little Daly sipped his drink, "I like this ratio, then one-tenth. It's fair. Gore will acquiesce. , He has made a choice."
"Senator Bradley's phone." The phone rang on the desk and the secretary reported.
"Come in."
"Ha, this is politics, right?" Bradley knew he was just a bargaining chip Xiao Dai used to bargain with Gore, and he was mentally prepared. "Congratulations anyway, and thank you for your support during this time."
Without Little Daley, he would not be a strong primary contender who could break the wrist with Gore. He knew that this was a win-win situation and he did not feel that he had encountered betrayal.
"Sorry, are we still friends?" Little Daly asked with a smile.
"Haha, of course!" Bradley laughed openly. "But you don't actually need to use such a powerful card against me. No need. I'm not the kind of person who doesn't know how to abide by political understanding."
Bradley complained a bit in the second half of his words, "Huh? What card?" Little Daly was taken aback.
"Don't talk about it, it's already over." Bradley didn't want to say.
"Don't make any misunderstandings, what the **** is..." Little Daley really didn't remember how he used a lot of tricks on Bradley.
"It's nothing, I know you have already dealt with the richest man of African descent, right? His people just called the First Bank of New Jersey and informed that they would make a takeover offer in a short time, haha! You are not really planning to poke our hornet's nest, right? Or just a joke?" Bradley replied.
"Uh...I don't know the specific situation, it should be our internal communication problem." Little Daly reacted immediately, following the steps given by the other party, "It's really a joke, it's just for you to read the joke. Sorry Senator Bradley."
"It's okay, so let's talk about it later."
"Okay." Little Daly put down the microphone with a dark face.
Outside, the score between the White Sox and the Cubs was very tight, and the atmosphere in the stadium was very warm, "What happened?"
Song Ya finally stayed, because he received the latest call from Gore's staff just now, and the Underwoods tried their best to stay, so he found a place to sit near the box door alone, and sent and received text messages with Sloan to pass the time. , Did not talk to the Underwoods and Rainsdorf at all.
Both sides were waiting, and there was a clear distinction, and Amy, who accompanied him, asked in a low voice.
"It's okay, I'm waiting for a call." At this moment, another text message came from the mobile phone. After reading it, he frowned and quickly relaxed again.
The phones of Doug and Rainsdorf also rang, and there was joy on Rainsdorf's face. Doug briefly reported to the Underwood couple, "APLUS..." Claire walked over, looking very sorry." Sorry, today..."
‘Gore just fired his campaign office manager and announced that the position would be taken over by younger brother Daly. ’
Song Ya said this when he received Sloan's latest text message, and I believe the news they just received is similar.
"It's okay, since the matter is over, then I'll leave."
Song Ya squeezed a smile and hugged Amy's waist, "Let's go."
"Ok."
"Okay, let's find time to have a good chat." Underwood also came over.
"Your attitude is a bit bad today. APLUS. It’s not necessary. I know you made a lot of money on the New York Stock Exchange, but Chicago is your home and base camp. You have a lot of investments here, TV stations, studios, and records. the company…"
Rainsdorf came over and said triumphantly like an old child.
"Say a few words about Jerry." Underwood reluctantly tried to stop it.
"What are you proud of! Wall Street puppets." Rainsdorf stopped pretending and tore his face straight. "Hey, Mr. Daley, yes, we are all here. Congratulations, can you talk to everyone?" Xiao Dai Li happened to call in person.
"Uh, okay, APLUS is there too?" Little Daly asked.
"of course."
"Can you give him the phone first?"
Song Ya turned to Rainsdorf’s cell phone, "Mayor Daly."
"APLUS, what do you want to do with that bank?" Little Daly asked, "Your behavior surprised everyone."
"It's not a surprise, right? After all, I'm not the one who pitched the ball, am I?" Song Ya replied calmly with a baseball stalk: "And I seem to hit a bad ball. Your changing ball trajectory is elusive... Wait, maybe too. Not necessarily? Although you abandoned New Jersey just now, you still need to maintain basic political integrity, right?"