This sudden attack is not surprising at all. It is strange if it is not. The trick is old-fashioned but the effect is immediate. Peter's campaign team has no good way to resist.
After all, the ‘enemy’ is too powerful.
"Did you notice the look in their eyes?" Alicia asked again.
Peter followed her hint and looked at the voters who have been sitting in the stadium stands one after another. Although the primary election is important, Iowa's turnout rate has always been very, very low. A small number of voters who are enthusiastic about political affairs will naturally also care about relevant news. Most of them are middle-aged and elderly people. Most of the gazes from the enthusiastic locals who passed by last time have a different kind of scrutiny.
The few familiar faces who had been very enthusiastic to Peter before, looked a little evasive and hesitant.
"This is not the time for us to argue about this, Alicia... smiles."
Of course Peter has observed it too, but his willpower is stronger than his wife, and his face is much thicker. Besides, it is too late for everything. He puts his arms around Alicia, and the two of them hold a child, and wave to the voters in the stands. Happy smile.
"it's your turn."
Eli came over excitedly and handed Peter the microphone. Today, he organized some local ‘faithful’ supporters, and he has stood in the area supporting Peter with his campaign slogans.
"I am very honored…"
Using these supporters and placards as the background, Peter began to give a short speech and made his final efforts. No other candidate in this town was present in person. His sincerity is enough for the locals. Now is the time to show his charm.
"How about Peter?"
Song Ya, who had just finished listing on the Amerika Music website in New York and returned to the law school campus, was also very concerned about Iowa’s election situation. The Amerika Music website fell below the issue price on the first day of listing. He was in a bad mood. Busy to review the gains and losses with Sloan and stockbroker O'Grady.
"Oh." Sloan turned on the TV, and there was only one in Chicago that would regularly follow the voting in Peter's town.
"It looks okay?" O'Grady said with a glance.
Although there are not many diehard supporters, the scene presented by the camera is that Peter is full of people behind him, placards fill the small screen, and the family of four in the foreground is still on the camera, hugging each other tightly, smiling very brightly.
"Haha..." Song Ya, the old drama bone, was also deceived by this scene and laughed with satisfaction.
The station will not leave too much time for Peter to follow the news of the Iowa primary election. After the brief broadcast, the picture changes, and most of the time is basically allocated to Gore, and then Bradley and the other candidates. .
"The situation in the stock market has not been very good recently. Next month, that is, the lifting of the ban in March will reach its peak, including the opendiary website that you listed in September last year. The Microsoft monopoly case will open again in April. A very critical trial will be unfavorable. It's far from exhausted." O'Grady reminded responsibly, "Professional analysts have been warning about the risk of the bubble bursting."
Song Ya's yahoo and other Internet and technology stocks have also been slowing down.
"In the long run, Gore's victory will be great for the Internet industry, and he will win." Sloan said.
"Yeah." Song Ya also agreed with her. "In the second half of the year, it will be the market's turn to be full of bullish emotions, right?"
"Generally speaking, it should be like this." O'Grady suggested: "Since we all agree with this view, should we operate a short-term operation?"
"No, you know O'Grady, my usual investment style."
After some stocks were cashed out last time, and last year's income came into account one after another, Song Ya had enough cash on hand, so he shook his head and refused, "Let's do it, just keep holding."
"Ok, you are always right."
O'Grady believed him very much, and the three of them firmly believed in each other in the study.
In Iowa, voters have gradually come down from the stands to "stand in line". Unlike the previous polls, the number of people who joined the representative to vote for Peter is very small. Although the sons and daughters are not old, they can already feel the situation is not good. A disappointed expression appeared on the top.
"Smile, smile." Peter kept whispering to remind them not to lose their attitude.
The diehards attacked everywhere and tried their best to win over their acquaintances. It was somewhat effective. There were a few people who changed from other candidates' areas to this side.
"Thank you, thank you for your support."
At this time, Alicia didn't want to have too much, and helped her husband keep expressing gratitude to the people who joined. The time has not come, maybe there will be a miracle? Just like the box office trend of the Titanic, people spread word of mouth, and finally caused a storm...
But unfortunately, until the teller wearing the work vest of the polling station announced that it was time to start counting heads, the number of people here was not only far behind Gore, but even worse than Bradley and the other two candidates. , Can only be ranked fifth.
This is also the polling place where Peter's family personally appeared, and it is not excessive to call it a fiasco.
The little daughter pressed her head against her father's coat and began to sob in a low voice.
"It doesn't match the expected situation." Eli also endured guilt and disappointment, and came to squeeze out a smile to comfort him, "Maybe the situation in other polling places is different, in short, all we can do now is to wait for the result of the vote count."
"Can you leave?" Alicia asked UU reading www.uukanshu.com when the vote count was over.
"Yes." Eli replied.
"Then let's go..." Peter picked up his daughter, and the supporters who remained demeaned and frustrated shook hands one by one, then waved to the other voters and left.
"Damn it! We were fooled! Have you noticed the local party activists who lobbied among the voters? They vowed to support me before!"
As soon as he got out of sight of the crowd, Peter asked Alicia to lead his son and daughter away. Then his anger rushed to his campaign manager like a hurricane. He scolded loudly: "The grassroots organizations here have betrayed us! This is Gore. The trap they planted for me! I can imagine what the major media news will say tomorrow! Iowa has very few voters supporting Peter Flock, and then I have a live picture of two or three kittens next to me! Really! Damn it! Damn it!"
"I'll try my best to reverse the situation, Peter." Eli almost couldn't keep up with him, and trot quickly behind him, "This is only the first state."
"It's also the state where I'm the hardest! Iowa is so ugly that I will become a trivial joke in the eyes of Gore and the party!"
Peter roared: "Even disdain to throw away some candy."
"Gore is afraid of you, otherwise he wouldn't be so prepared today..." Eli persuaded.
"Damn it!"
Peter turned abruptly in front of the bus door, pointed his index finger to the chest of one of his most trusted subordinates and said: "In any case, we must stick to the party debate in June, and let Lao Tzu and Gore stand in front of the national live broadcast camera together. , I will humiliate him severely and defeat him head-on!"
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 1357: Deep Sea Private Equity
Text 1357 Chapter Deep Sea Private Equity
On February 23, the Grammy Awards ceremony was held.
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