Legendary American Tycoon

November and December of 2004 are destined to be extraordinary. And the period from now to June is also an important pre-election period.

Recently, I have been busy with LUMBLAR's expansion in the Internet market. I even forgot about such important events. Thinking about this, White couldn't help but smile.

Early the next morning, White put on his clothes and hung a suit jacket on his arm. Seeing that he was about to go out, Evelyn got up from the bed, looked at the time, and asked, "Is this going away, seven o'clock." Not even here."

"One night, I thought about what Silvas said." White turned around and pressed her lips to Evelyn and said, "Good morning. This is not a trivial matter. I need to discuss it with Benjamin. ."

Evelyn smiled and drew back into the bed: "I don't have much to guide, but there is a saying that I have heard, and the fever will die."

White hooked the black hair on Evelyn's cheek with his fingertips, and said, "Fortunately, you have reminded me. But about the campaign, I have a lot of mentality."

The last successful candidate for the USP in 2004 was George W. White only needs to know this and everything can be solved. The board of directors is not used for decoration, so White still needs to discuss with several other people.

The stake held by Benjamin in the board of directors is second only to White. There is a team of six people. The core brain is White. The real core is White and Benjamin. The entire Lumblar company’s system is actually built by both of them. .

Benjamin arrived at the company early in the morning and was surprised when he heard the words: "Sivas asks you to canvass votes for his son?"

White shrugged and said: "It is obvious that neither Google nor Apple took the initiative to step forward, so he set his sights on us."

"What do you think?"

Benjamin made a cup of coffee for each of them and handed White a cup. White said thank you, but didn't drink and just put it aside.

"I think I can give it a try." White picked up the newspaper prepared next to him and said, "In fact, there have been such examples before. For example, Buffett, he once expressed his attitude in the election for governor of California."

"This year is probably more difficult. In front of USP, midterm elections are not that important." Benjamin reminded, "Then who do you plan to support? This is a question you need to consider."

Benjamin's attitude seems to be neutral, because once it gets involved, things get complicated. At this time, it is usually necessary for the executive officer to have extraordinary will and firm decision-making power.

White finished talking with Benjamin and drove non-stop to Silvas' company. It was already ten thirty in the morning, and this old guy should have woke up from the warm arms of the female star.

Silvas' company had written on the business card. After White confirmed the location was correct, he put the business card in his pocket, got out of the car and walked into the building. There is a beautiful waitress at the front desk, and White connects her to Silvas’ office phone.

"Sir, please come with me." The waitress greeted White with a pleasant smile.

White took the elevator upstairs. The waitress watched him all the time. When the elevator door was slowly closed and White was no longer visible, she turned and left and returned to her post.

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Silvas’ office is on the top floor. As the parent company of Silvas Construction Industry in San Francisco, this building looks very luxurious. The office on the highest floor rises straight into the sky, facing the vast white clouds, surrounded by the surrounding glass buildings, and looks like a king over the world.

Just staying here, there is the attitude of "seeing all the mountains and small mountains". White knocked on the door, and when he was allowed to enter, Silvas stood with his hands in front of the huge glass windows. He was thin and thin. Turning around, his two vast eyes suddenly brightened. With a few large steps, Silvas Stepped towards White and stretched out his arms to shake hands with him tightly and hug his shoulders.

"Brother, why, have you visited the plot again this morning?"

Silvas said as he closed the office door, walked inside with his arms around White's shoulders, and said enthusiastically: "No hospitality, just sit and talk."

"No, it's not about the land." White sat down and said, carefully observing Silvas's expression. Sure enough, he saw Silvas's two pale eyebrows frown, and then continued, "It's about you yesterday. Tell me about your son-in-law."

Silvas was stunned, patted White on the shoulder with a laugh, and sighed: "I thought you were talking about it, with a serious face, like something serious."

Silvas poured a glass of water for White, held White in his hand, and handed it to him, saying, "About my son-in-law, this is not a big deal at all. This is a small deal between you and me, not a big deal. Wait someday. If I introduce my son-in-law to you, it’s not a big deal, it’s just friendship between friends."

Silvas asked: "Right?"

"Yes." White took the water, nodded and smiled. After a while, he replied, "I don't know, is this about the December election event a big or small matter for you?"

When Silvas heard this, his face changed slightly, and he asked, "December? What do you think of that?"

"It's about the future of your son-in-law, and it's also about me."

White paused and looked up and scanned the entire office. Silvas glanced at his cautious expression and said: "Yes, yes, this place is not convenient to talk about things. Well, there is a hotel owned by my daughter nearby. , Let’s go there for dinner and have a good talk."

Huai turned his head and got up with Silvas. After leaving the office, White was still thinking that the Sivas family is a bit scary. Let alone the real estate power, even her daughter has chain hotels. The real ladies are right.

Silvas led White out of this glass building and into another well-decorated hotel. Silvas ordered a room that was large enough. At first glance, he wanted to talk about major events. Most of the people here knew Silvas and welcomed him warmly.

One of them seems to have a close relationship with Silvas, and the young female manager, even White's title is respected "Engelson."

Silvas was delighted to hear: "I am younger than you."

White was pushing the door open and walking in, he waved his hand again and again after hearing the words: "Luck is more, nothing to brag about."

They didn't start talking until Silvas entered, but most of them were irrelevant current events. During the period, Silvas kept checking the time until the pointer pointed to a quarter past eleven, when the talent that Silvas was thinking of came to him.

"I'm sorry for being late!" The thirty-year-old man in a suit panted and opened the door.