In Bedford Hills, New York, Song Ya and Mariah Carey lie side by side on the sofa watching TV. Sure enough, people don’t want to get a trophy. They won three zeros this year.
At the end, he and Mariah Carey pouted so much that they could hang oil bottles.
"Hmph, it seems that you have to continue to scold them." Mariah Carey didn't even nominate, she raised the remote control to turn off the TV angrily, instigating.
"It's not good to curse too badly, it's called for reform."
Song Ya answered. Then he smirked tacitly with his ex-wife.
"Boss..." Rolling on the sofa, someone banged on the door. It was Ms. Sloan.
"What's the matter?" Song Ya asked.
"Peter."
"OK." This is the most important business matter at present, and Song Ya immediately packed up and went out.
Peter's election in February was not good. Polls showed that he ranked only four to five among all primary candidates. The media and the party caucus were deliberately ignoring him. A little bit of exposure was due to the evening talk show host using him as an editor. Negative jokes make up stalks, when the clown laughs.
There is only one week left for Super Tuesday at the beginning of next month. By that time, sixteen states will start primaries at the same time. As the campaign funding is not smooth, his chances of hitting the third-largest candidate are slim.
"Peter, Alicia."
The general election was very expensive. Peter's campaign team took part from the limited funds to rent a small street frontage in Tribeca as the office of his New York campaign branch, which is close to Wall Street.
The proposal of Peter's small government will inevitably tend to relax financial supervision, which should reap the favor of some Wall Street people, and the results are also very few. If he can be ranked third in the party after elections in weathervane states such as Iowa, the situation should be. It's very different.
Unfortunately, there is no if...
Not far from his home in Tribeca, Song Ya and the old Mike who drove are very familiar with this place. Driving past in the dark, old Mike saw Peter’s charming smile on the street campaign posters, and he gave directions. Park the car on the side of the street.
"Aplus, Ms. Sloan, welcome. Let me introduce you, Eli, you know, this is the branch manager in charge of our New York campaign..."
This is a very'simple' campaign office, with temporary workstations, a large number of telephones, posters, ribbons, national flags, and everything except toilets and other essential facilities. The staff are all off work at night, Peter and Ai Lisia brought Eli, the campaign manager, legal counsel, and media consultants to wait for him to arrive.
"Hello Eli, hello..." Song Ya quickly got off the car expertly, and walked into the election office in a few strides, one after another with Sloan, the two of them smiled on their faces and shook hands with Peter, Alicia and others. Greetings.
If the high-level executives of the campaign branch were not for local campaign promoters or political brokers, or important local political and business allies or relatives, Peter had no foundation in New York, and the person he sought was a trivial role according to Sloan.
"How is the situation?" Sloan asked Peter.
"Not good." Peter was honest, shrugging freely and unavoidably.
Song Ya smiled and nodded without saying anything. In fact, Sloan has always been opposed to Peter's team spending precious money in New York. She denounced it as a waste. She had clearly suggested her election strategy to Peter before, but it seemed to have no effect.
Yesterday, Peter's campaign team insisted on holding a fundraising dinner at a hotel near Central Park, which confirmed her judgment. It is said that the people present were all casual people wandering around Wall Street, or simply financial crooks.
The Internet and technology stocks have been down for more than a month. Wall Street and Silicon Valley have unlimited expectations for Gore. Why should big bosses such as Karl Icahn who have been seduced by the so-called small government route come to support him? Proper.
Peter’s connections and background are good in Chicago and Cook County, but it’s too bad nationwide. The George dynasty on the Elephant Party’s side is naturally not comparable. Even Senator McKean, who is second in the Elephant Party’s primary election, is even better. It's far from beyond reach.
Admiral McEnjoy was a major slave owner in the South. His grandfather and father both worshiped the Admiral. His sister married Henry Morgan Jr., and his ex-wife was an assistant to Mrs. Reagan and was responsible for White House visitor affairs. The current wife was born in Anheuser-Busch Budweiser. A large family of distributors in Arizona.
This is called the background.
And Peter, who started from scratch, chose to spend a lot of resources in New York, which has no foundation and contacts, which shows that he already has a strong gambler mentality and hopes to raise huge campaign funds in one fell swoop.
He is bound to come with great conditions that can impress some companies and individuals on Wall Street, but with his difficult primaries...it is difficult to impress Wall Street. This is not a place where people are stupid and rich.
This also meant that Peter could not remain calm, and Sloan reminded that this was a sign of politicians losing control.
"Go in and talk."
After the greeting, they fell into embarrassment for a while, Alicia and Sloan walked to the distance to talk in a low voice, Song Ya used a few words to dismiss the laughter of Eli and Peter's subordinates, saying that they didn't plan to stay too long.
Peter then opened the door of his personal office and made an invitation.
"Ok."
Song Ya followed. This was just a small room with a simple partition. The glass door could be seen clearly inside and outside, and it should not be soundproof.
Only the two of them were left, Song Ya suppressed the voice to a very low level, and asked Peter straightforwardly: "Has Underwood contacted you?"
Fortunately, Gore and Jr. Daley have already set out the dismissal conditions through the middleman Underwood. It sounds harsh, but it's actually not bad. Let Peter resign as governor under the pretext of participating in the general election with all his strength, and then on Super Tuesday. The Kozko case, which has already reached the Illinois Supreme Court, cannot be dealt with after a fiasco, but the election fraud case at the grand jury stage and Kozko's death at the criminal investigation stage will not be repeated. Embarrass him.
The main witness of the Kozko case, Kozko, died himself. Peter will be able to get out with a high probability. At least the second time in prison should be avoided. After that... enter a "one-way revolving door" that will never come back again. Up.
"I talked to him, but...can't accept it." Peter arranged the family photo frame on the table and shook his head.
"Can you talk about your concerns?"
Song Ya felt a touch of irritability when he heard this. The reason why he felt that "this condition is not bad" is because Peter is serving softly to his advantage. The acquisition of the First Bank of New Jersey is synchronized with the coordination of Underwood and Little Daley, Brad The profit camp has already let go. The bank has won 34.5% of the bank and 83% of the newly established First Investment Bank of New Jersey. At the same time, the politicians also promised to report to the bank afterwards. Provide low-key federal guarantees totaling no less than 80 million dollars to help alleviate the rate of bad debts.
34.5% is enough to control the extremely dispersed bank. The buyer is not entirely Song Ya himself, but a new private equity fund established in partnership with his old business partner Northern Trust and CNA Insurance: Deep Sea Private Equity.
Of course, the prerequisite for all this is Peter's concession. If Peter does not withdraw from the election of Little Daly, it is impossible to sit back and watch the deal happen.
"At that time I will be a lamb for them to slaughter. Trust me aplus. If I agree to this condition, I will be sent to prison in the next second. I know them..." Peter replied.