I ran for president with scumbag money

Chapter 17 99

Judging from the statistics of Allen, the education in state A is full of holes.

Leon simply didn't know how these people survived in this city, even the air they breathed was dirty.

But now, he is more concerned about another matter.

He slowly sucked on the Coke, and continued to look at the statistics of Alan.

Straightforward.concise.powerful.

"Hush-hush-"

After drinking the Coke, Leon put down the plastic cup and took a deep breath.

He remembered his personal website.

"If I offer 1 yuan, can I hire you to make a statistical form for me?" he asked.

Allen looked at him curiously, and said, "I seem to have said just now that I don't want to have any contact with you anymore?"

"You don't have a connection with me," Leon said righteously, "you have a connection with money. We pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other. It's a purely transactional relationship."

Allen was a little shaken. The 1 yuan attracted him, but the danger in it made him hesitate: "Can you ask me why it is me?"

"Because your statistical table is very beautiful." Leon smiled, "Besides, I have to let my lawyer have a good rest. The pile of information will kill him mercilessly."

The 2000 million yuan on the personal website has been distributed, and the processors are filled with various feedbacks from people in order to get 500 yuan.

Leon believed that Binny hadn't had time to deal with it. If he were Binny, he wouldn't even want to touch that mountain of information.

God knows how many kinds of information have been collected on the suggestion channels of my personal website under the temptation of 500 yuan, such as negative, hostile, and vented... sorting out useful information from these things, this workload is equivalent to stink Digging up a 0.1 gram of diamond in a wretched junkyard.

"Aren't you afraid that I will leak this information to Kenan?"

"To him, these are rubbish messages." Leon said firmly, "To me they are diamonds."

"Besides," he added with a smile, "we also need to sign a confidentiality agreement."

After thinking about it, Allen made up his mind and nodded: "Okay, I will send it to you by e-mail when it is done."

Leon wrote the email address on the receipt and handed it to the other party.

Seeing Allen leaving with the book in his arms, Leon couldn't help but feel pity.

But he still left a little hope: in the future, when Allen encounters "what if", thinking that he once helped Leon to make a statistical report, he may take the initiative to come over for help.

System: "D--do you still remember the original time you and Assistant Zha Gong made?"

"Roll, roll, roll."

At this time, the phone rang, and Leon glanced at the screen, picked it up and said, "Thank you, is it over with you?"

The caller was Charles, and he said in a panic, "No, Ray, just look at the computer, the number of election votes... the number of election votes..."

"I don't have a computer with me, wait a minute, I'll use my mobile phone to check."

Leon hung up the phone, turned on the phone, and searched the campaign website.

The wireless network of the fried chicken shop is obviously very slow, and the website failed to load several times. Leon patiently refreshed it again and again, and finally saw the whole picture of the webpage. He directly scrolled to the bottom to see his votes in the leaderboard.

His number of votes has not changed, 66 votes, the bottom.

I don't know what Charles was excited about, so that Leon thought he had created a myth and legend.

But when he moved the page to the top, he finally knew what Charles was panicking about.

The number of votes for Kennan has risen to 4100. From the investment in advertising to the increase in the number of votes, it took only four hours.

Looks like it will continue to grow!

Leon touched his chin, snorted, and said to himself: "It seems that every price is worth every penny, Kenan's money is not in vain."

In this city where the people don't care about the election at all, the number of votes has been doubled tenfold in just four hours. This is the power of capital.

Leon coughed and called Binny.

The familiar music has made Leon no longer interested in complaining. After listening to it a lot, he even found it pleasant to his ears. As soon as the call was connected, Leon couldn't wait to ask, "Binney, have you checked the vote count on the campaign website?"

On the other side of the phone, Binny's voice was unhurried, almost friendless: "I see, it has increased by about ten times in four hours. What do you think?"

"What do I think? I'm wondering if my votes can exceed three digits today." Leon smiled while playing with an empty cup, and asked, "Are you done with your work now? Can you help me find out if there are any college students?" self-interested groups like labor unions?"

"You want to enlist the support of college students?"

"College students, those who have reached the age of 21 should also have the right to vote." Leon said, "We can't let any potential voter go."

This time, Binny was not so stable.

"Are you sure?" He asked cautiously, "You only have 66 votes now, and your strongest opponent has invested a lot of money to pull his votes to [-], and it will increase in the future. You can understand Is it the status quo?"

"I understand." Leon nodded, and said, "It is said that the embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed by an ant nest, but I just found out that the problem on the dam in State A is no longer an ant nest, but a loophole, each of which is There is a big, big hole that cannot be filled with money. As long as we are good at unclogging it, it will collapse faster than the London Bridge."

"It's up to you, then," said Binny less convinced.

"Governing a big country is like cooking a small fish, you will understand." Leon said with a smile, "Before the opportunity comes, we must be prepared, Binny, and I have a hunch that the opportunity is coming soon."

"What do you mean?"

"Secret it first." Leon said with a mischievous smile, "I believe you can figure it out."

Binny was silent, his brain was calculating rapidly, and then his steady voice came from the phone again: "Where are you now? I'll pick you up."

"Come on, near State University A," Leon said, "by the way, comfort poor Charles, he is about to cry."

Almost at the same time the call was cut off, another call came in.

It's an unfamiliar number, probably Wen Er changed the number again.

Leon curled his lips impatiently, picked up the phone and said, "Mr. Wen Er, I seem to have said before that I won't go!"

But a familiar and awkward voice came from the other side of the phone: "Mr. Morton, hello, I'm Martin..."

Martin, that middle-aged worker?He actually called back.

Leon immediately put on a professional smile and asked briskly and gently: "Mr. Martin, I finally got your call. Have you changed your mind?"

"I..." Martin said hesitantly, "I thought about it after I went back. I have a ticket here. If Mr. Morton is willing to give the money..."

Leon said with some disappointment: "I'm sorry, Mr. Martin, I have already said that I am not buying votes."

"No, no, no," repeated Martin, "it's not a buy, Mr. Morton, it's not a buy. What I mean is, if you'd give me some money, I'd give some of it to the workmates, and I'd keep the rest. That's... it's not a ticket at all! It's just your donation to my personal life!"

In fact, it is impossible to say that Martin has not been shaken after listening to Leon's speech. No one can remain indifferent to the social phenomenon Leon raised.

Both George and Sam were stimulated by seeing the status quo at home and decided to go all out to have a good time, but when Martin returned home and saw the status quo, it deepened the idea of ​​​​"not participating".

"I have a mortgage and a car loan every month, my children have to go to hobby classes, and the elderly in my family have chronic diseases, so I need to pay for medical expenses every month." When it comes to the reality, Martin's voice can't help showing fatigue, "I I can't gamble on the future, I can only ask if you are interested in making some donations to me."

These are his responsibilities. As long as he is still alive, he must shoulder these responsibilities, and he has no right to evade them.

It turned out to be the case.

Leon understood.

This is Martin's idea of ​​getting kickbacks. He may give the workers a very small part in exchange for the votes they voted for Leon, but he will swallow most of the funds into his arms.

However, unlike buying tickets, this kind of behavior cannot be caught by others.

Because Martin also made it very clear that the money was just a personal "donation" from Leon, which meant that Leon felt that his life was too miserable to bear, so he took the initiative to donate money to him.

But Martin was free to do what he did with the money.Leon may also become a "deceived person".Even if the last line is exposed, there will be no joint and several liability.

This is probably the wisdom of middle-aged people?

"How much do you have? How much do you need for my 'donation'?" Leon asked.

"This depends on my specific operation, but I guarantee that there will be more and no less, and the amount of donation I need remains the same, 15." Martin replied hesitantly, "It depends on what you mean."

Leon was lost in thought.

This Martin, Leon can be sure that even in the movement where workers all over the world are uniting to demand a wage increase, he will definitely believe that you are a true "scab".

Scabs may be more annoying than capitalists. They drag their feet all the time. When the workers are fighting to the death in the front, they secretly sell the rear to the enemy.

They themselves have been mutilated, and they will come out at a favorable time to trick their fellow workers, or they will drag their unrelated workers of the same class to be buried with them.

There is no worker who doesn't hate scabs, just like no one in the game likes a garbage teammate who can't take me, unless it is the scab himself.

but--

"Yes." Leon said, "Give me an account number."

The 3000 million transferred by Wen Er can be regarded as useful now.

When Binny came to pick up Leon, the handsome young man in a white suit was holding his mobile phone with a troubled expression on his face.

"What happened?" Binny asked.

"Oh," Leon didn't answer, but shook the Coke cup in his hand and asked, "Would you like to try this Coke smoothie? It tastes good."

Binny raised his eyebrows and said, "Thank you, I will try, but not now. What are you looking at?"

"I was thinking," Leon handed him the phone, "This number of votes is really killing obsessive-compulsive disorder..."

Leon: 99 votes.

The author has something to say: Leon: As we all know, breaking a hundred is always a curse. After downloading to 99%, the remaining 1% is always the most difficult to break through.