Chapter 598 (1/2)
Two days later, Chicago.
”And Peter?”
Song Ya leaned aside to let the movers carrying their desks pass first, and then walked into the campaign headquarters where the office equipment was being removed. The ribbons, balloons, campaign slogans and posters for the celebration dinner were still hanging.
”He's waiting for you in the office, but he's got a hangover.”
”Everyone was so happy last night,” said Eli, who was beaming with joy
”I'm sorry I wasn't there.” Song Ya said with a smile: ”congratulations on taking back the throne of Cook County state prosecutor.”
Because a black woman suddenly ran for the state prosecutor's office and killed charltz with a black horse gesture, she became Peter flock's main opponent. Therefore, in the middle and late period of the election, Michelle and other black political activists joined the same race camp and opposed Peter. This is tantamount to a complete political break-up between the two sides. Song Yashi appeared at the election site in person to endorse Peter when it was not convenient. He had to wait until the dinner party was over and come back low-key.
”The campaign was unexpectedly fierce, and we won a lot, but it helped us expand our base of loyal voters.”
Said Eli. It is true that the more intense the election, the higher the probability of losing the election. But because the public's attention will increase, as long as they can win, the more political capital they will get. This is a double-edged sword.
”Jackie.” Eli hugs an elegant white woman outside the office.
”Can't Peter rest a little longer?”
This old lady, who is very similar to Shirley Fleming, the editor in chief of Americana music, does not seem to like Eli very much. She takes a steaming cup of coffee and looks at him displeasantly. Then she looks at Song ya, and blocks at the door.
”Don't be a Jackie, aplus is one of Peter's biggest funders.”
Eli took the old lady's shoulders, moved her to a position and opened the door.
”Oh, thank you for supporting my son.” The old lady didn't complain about Eli's impolite behavior. She shook song Ya with a smile. ”There are not many people who are reasonable like you. Those black people who attack Peter...”
”Shut up, Jackie...”
Eli grabbed the coffee from her hand. ”Come in, aplus. Don't pay attention to her or what she says.”
”Sorry.”
Song Ya pleaded guilty to the pursed old lady and walked into the office.
”Who?” In the dark office, Peter flock was sleeping on the sofa. He lifted the blanket and covered his eyes with his hand. ”Eli, close the door, please.”
”Congratulations on your election, Mr. flock.”
Song Ya said to the other party who just sat up.
”Oh, it was hard, but in the end I won.” Peter flock took the coffee from Eli's hand, took a sip, and then sighed contentedly, ”I didn't expect that my enemy was not charltz in the end.”
”The political energy of African Americans has become a climate in Chicago.”
Eli was a little worried about the campaign that had just ended. ”That woman raised less than one tenth of our campaign money, but it caused us a lot of trouble.”
”Yes.” Peter got up tired and sat down behind his desk with coffee. ”Your speech about courting young voters helped me a lot, Eli.”
”Hey, hey.”
Eli was very happy after he was praised by him. ”Let me say it. It's cool for young people to be honest that I've been in prison. Your speech about improving prison treatment has won their hearts...”
Then the door was pushed open, ”why don't you turn on the light?” The old lady came in again with a small plate of sugar. ”Peter, don't drink so bitter.” He turned on the light in the room and dropped the sugar into Peter's coffee cup.
”Mam, I'm at work...” The middle-aged politician, who was very dignified and dignified in front of outsiders, could only complain so helplessly.
”Pay more attention to rest.” The old lady smiles and explains to song ya, ”he likes to drink with sugar.”
”All right, all right, go out.” Eli drove her away and locked the door.
”Eli.” Peter held his forehead and called his name.
”What?” Eli asked, then looked at him, and then looked at Song ya, who was silent. Finally, he responded, ”Oh, OK, OK, you talk...” He opened the anti lock door and left.
”Something urgent? Aplus, sit down. ” Peter pointed to the seat in front of him.
”Yes.”
At this time, he came to me and said that there was no urgent matter, and the other party would not believe it, and he was really angry. ”Peter, I need you to help me solve a problem.”
To kill Sinaloa, he doesn't want to dirty his hands. He can only do it through the law enforcement agencies. Cassidy, who is the father of the Stormtrooper team, still comes to Peter first.
”Go ahead.”
”I was harassed by a gangster in Chicago who even showed up outside my Los Angeles apartment the day before yesterday.”
”I see.” Peter picked up the phone and dialed, ”let...”
”No, Mr. flock, I don't want to leave any testimony or police records.” Song Ya quickly stopped him from looking for his men. ”I hope you can use that guy's other criminal names.”“OK。”
Peter put down the receiver and yawned. ”The gangster who gives you a headache must have been a good one. I may know his name.”
”Sinaloa.” Song Ya said.
”The new boss of the hellcat?” Peter looked at Sonya and a smile appeared on his lips. ”Can't you stand him?”
”That guy is crazy.”
Song Ya knew that he knew his background very well. Maybe now he was happy that he was fighting with hellcat.
”No problem. I'll set up a special action team against him when I take office.” Peter readily agreed.
”Take office? No.... ”
If you succeed in the election, you have to wait until January 1, 1995. There is still more than a month to wait for song Yake to wait. ”We must solve him as soon as possible. I say that means he can't become my real trouble in the future, forever.”
It's time for him to release the terrorist power of the billionaire in the capital society. He doesn't intend to maintain his image in front of the politicians who accept his large amount of money. He wants something in return and says, ”I can't wait. That's why I came here at this inopportune time.”
Peter's eyes narrowed. ”I.e. using methods that are not very legal?”
”Yes.”