I ran for president with scumbag money

"We have a plan that might go well," Charles said.

He was in a corner café with Frank, negotiating a possible collaboration between them.

The waitress had already looked at them three times, and they probably regarded them as a "couple", after all, they drank the same cup of coffee with two straws-Charles looked at the menu and found that they could not order two cups.

So he asked for two straws and got creative with his future companions.

"I still can't trust you, Mr. Charles," Frank said, with a straw in his mouth. "If you don't plan to let the 'boss' behind you tell me the truth, I may never be able to trust you."

"Trust is mutual, Mr. Frank." Charles said, "My boss has a special status and needs a reason to trust you."

"Well," Frank took a deep breath, "Look, I just learned of Uncle Belk's death, and when I drove here overnight, you called me, and I couldn't help wondering if I was involved What kind of conspiracy, a conspiracy not only aimed at my uncle, but also about the entire B state, have you seen the movie? Storm rescue or something like that?"

He stared at Charles suspiciously: "Should I call the police now?"

"The person the boss asked me to invite was not you, but when we were looking for her, we saw you. Then, James strongly recommended it to me," Charles reluctantly explained, "He said you are the most suitable person. You You're half of your peers with him, aren't you?"

"James?"

"James White."

"What? The bastard?"

The reference to James made Charles raise an eyebrow.

"Sorry," said Frank immediately, "not an apology to James, and I'm never going to apologize for saying bad things about James—he deserves all the bad words I've ever learned—that's because I said bad things about your friend in front of you 'Nickname'."

"I don't know……"

"Do you know why I work so hard? Because James ran away from the short blog company! Up to now we are still cleaning up the mess he left, and all the staff are working overtime. I have lived in the company for two months!" Frank excitedly Say, "The scumbag who thought it out said something like 'I'm going to play Shoji' and ran away—wait."

He narrowed his eyes: "I remember that rotten man must be looking for ideas for Morton, are you from Leon Morton?"

Charles pursed his lips and gave him a embarrassed expression: "I have changed jobs, so I can't disclose too much."

"Oh, yes." Frank ignored the etiquette, grabbed the coffee cup and drank it all, and then said, "Let me think about it."

He clasped his hands tightly and put them on the table, staring straight at the only point of sight on the table, the coffee cup.

"I reckon I'd still..." Charles was about to stand up, empty all his pockets and see if he could buy Frank a glass of ice water.

Frank sighed and said, "I heard that Morton was imprisoned for murder and is still serving his sentence, so your boss is not him, is it?"

Charles looked at him for a moment, then nodded slowly.

In this case, denial is more like admission.

"Tell me about your plan," Frank said softly.

"... Tomorrow night," said Charles.

But the next day, the reports on TV made Frank very anxious, hoping that the night would come sooner.

"The coffee shop we were sitting in was three blocks from them, Charles," he said bitterly, "and we didn't know it!"

"It can't be helped," said Charles quietly.

"Bastards, these bastards..." Frank stroked the broken hair on his forehead, and watched the TV through gritted teeth.

The morning news report is playing on TV:

The accident happened late at night, when the people who had gathered in the church hall to pray for Belk's death were leaving one after another, and Burns, three blocks away, closed the glass shop door. His son was putting the chairs on the table. , cleaning.

He is the owner and employee of a tea restaurant, a family-run restaurant that mainly sells pasta.

Because it is aimed at designated groups of people, the business is very good, and Pence is very satisfied.

The present is always better than the past.In his early years, he drove a taxi and ran around day and night. After having a child, he dared not rest for a moment.

Pence considers himself very lucky. He and his family have experienced ups and downs, and his relationship with his wife is fairly stable. His son went to middle school, and the tuition fees are astonishingly high. list.

Just when they agreed that the child would no longer go to school after graduation, and the son would inherit his father's business and continue to drive rental cars, a distant aunt who died of a heart attack suddenly left him a sum of money. However, he realized his dream of being a chef.

Three years after opening, the store's income has stabilized, and there is enough money for the children to go to school. The couple discussed and decided to send the children back to school.

Not surprisingly, today is the last day for my son to help in the store.

"I don't even know if I can still adapt to school." The son joked while sweeping the floor, "I've been loafing outside for three years, so I may not be able to adapt to the school rules."

"Nonsense," his wife looked at him lovingly, and said angrily, "You have nothing to do with idlers. Besides, there are many children in our state who work part-time for a few years like you and then go to school every year. It's common in schools."

"Oh, I don't know, those classmates look like little dolls to me." The son pretended to be mature, and said, "They all have to call me 'big brother'."

"Isn't that just right? You are taller than all of them, and you can apply to be the captain of the basketball team. The basketball captains in the school are all popular." Pence was in a good mood, and joked, "Maybe you will be lost." What a pretty cheerleader?"

"Can you teach a child to order good things..."

Before my wife could finish speaking, there was the sound of glass doors shattering, and a group of strangers smashed the glass doors and rushed into the store. They wore cheap plastic masks and brandished long knives and sticks in their hands.

It can't be explained that Pence didn't even have time to figure out how old he was. The long knife had fallen on him, making him cry out in pain, and his wife's screams and son's curses could be heard in his ears.

"Don't..." he thought to himself, "Don't!"

Fifteen minutes later, the thugs left the restaurant contentedly, with bloody footprints one step at a time, and the words "Go to hell! Heretics!" were written in blood on the wall. The first explosives were thrown through the windows of the restaurant.

Pence's hard work and the corpses of the family of three burned in the flames, reflecting half of the black sky red.

None of the residents on the street where Burns was located was spared, and their family was a typical tragedy, which was broadcast on the morning TV report:

"...After the death of Belk of the Earth Descending Sect, the extreme believers believed that everything was the fault of the Feitian Ramen Sect. They wanted to report their hatred to the end of the year. They rushed to the streets, burned, killed, smashed and looted... Today's tragedy... It is expected that ... religious divisions will lead to ... a strong need for all stability among the masses ... How do you think the current situation will develop, Professor ..."

"Damn him!" Ared cursed in front of the TV.

"It's terrible." He complained to Leon, "They started to stir up religious disputes again. It's like this every time. Whenever there is any disagreement, those high-ranking things will agitate the believers and can't wait to throw the blame."

"Um……"

Leon pondered.

The cause of Belk's death was nothing more than Duman's push for a safe drug injection station.

But the religious dispute it developed was a side effect of Duman's plan.Terrible side effects.

Now, the various departments are busy calming down the disputes on the streets and bringing the criminals to justice. When they end the chaos, Duman's security injection station may have been established in the streets and alleys.

"I hope the plan goes well." Leon thought to himself.

time does not wait.

They also waited tormented until night.

The news reports on TV did not improve at all, and more and more people were raped. With the departure of the Zhunzhou representative, people's hearts fell apart and there was chaos.

Not complaining to citizens on TV will have little effect. People who should hear are busy and they don't have time to listen.

In the evening, Frank finally stood in front of the St. Francis Club.

The St. Francis Club is a place that ordinary people can't imagine that only the top rich can enter. People's speculation and rumors about it surpass the legendary "Illuminati".

It is said that every meeting held in it can not only make a prosperous company go bankrupt, but also bring a hopeless company back to life. Every meeting in it can make a millionaire jump off a building, A beggar gets rich overnight.

Frank came here wearing a rented high-end suit that would not be affordable for future generations to work together for five lifetimes.

Wearing sunglasses and looking like a playboy, he swaggered in and ignored the front desk.

"Hello, sir, please show your membership card," said the registrar.

Two security guards as strong as brown bears appeared and stopped him.

"What?" Frank looked at them indifferently through the sunglasses like a blind man, without even moving his eyebrows, "What do you want?"

"Sir, membership card." The front desk registrar said.

"Oh," Frank sneered, "don't you even know who I am?"

"If you show your membership card, we'll know."

"Hehe, did you guys send me that damn card, and I still have to bother to carry it with me?"

"Sorry, but we can't let you in if you don't have a membership card."

"My name is Necaro, you still don't know?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but your name is not on the membership book."

Frank took off his sunglasses and stared coldly at the front desk registrar.

"You're dead," he said, pointing at the young man in a suit. "You! You're dead! I'm going to call my dad, just wait and see!"

He took out an outrageously expensive mobile phone that was also rented, and it was said that the mobile phone would explode automatically if the human-machine separation was 500 meters away, dialed a number, and complained into the microphone: "It's me, Dad... oh my god, I didn't mean to be late! They wouldn't let me up! This unintelligible person insisted that I bring something... oops I know today's party is very important, this person is so funny... ok, just what I want !..."

He put the phone away from his ears, and said arrogantly to the front desk registrar: "Tell me your name, boy, my dad is going to fire you!"

The face of the registrar at the front desk was obviously unnatural: "Uh, my name is... Actually..."

"tell me your name!"

"I don't have to ask for your membership card, sir..."

"Name! Quick! Don't talk nonsense! I'm so busy!"

"Uh, sir, without a membership card, I really can't arrange it for you."

"Hmph! You really have principles, huh? You only get salary every month? Dare to block my way, hurry up and say your name!"

"Well... Luo... well, how about you come in, sir?"

Under unknown pressure, the front desk registrar caved.

When he stepped into the club banquet, Frank heaved a sigh of relief. The waiter passed by him with a plate. He took a glass of champagne and drank it while thinking: 99 Branch (TV series) really didn’t lie to me. Come in!

Then he thought: Hell!This soda is damn good!

Charles showed him a photo, and now Frank was walking through these high-end crowds with a cup, looking left and right to find the target in the photo.

Soon, he found that fat man with a slavish face, who was talking to someone, and kept wiping his sweat with a towel.

Frank waited for a while, and walked over when the other party placed an order, and said hello, "Hi, how are you doing recently? Mr. Roger."

"It's okay," Roger replied instinctively, and then, deep doubts flooded his heart, "Excuse me, who are you?"

"Me? Hahahahaha..." Frank burst into exaggerated laughter, "Hey, have you even forgotten me? You really forget things."

He approached Roger and whispered softly in his ear: "Your recent expenses are quite large, Mr. Roger. My computer memory can hardly hold your account book. Guess what? I want to upload it instead. Net Yunkong came back to save them, what do you think?"

Although Charles didn't disclose it, Frank could more or less guess that the secret information was probably obtained through James.

Roger was taken aback, wiped his forehead with a towel, and said tremblingly, "I don't know what you're talking about. My expenses are all for publicity and entertainment, not much."

Frank looked at him with disgust, as if he was looking at something dirty: "But there's a lot to spend on the little white pills, isn't it?"

This sentence successfully made Roger's face twisted. It can be seen that he was desperately trying to find an excuse, and he even forgot to ask the identity of Frank in front of him.

"It's really used for entertaining. Treating your companions with small white pills is much more useful than any cultural relics, antiques, gold, silver and jewelry, isn't it? Get together, have a good time, have a good time, and there will be no evidence of bribery Stay. It's such a headache, isn't it?"

Roger straightened his eyes, which were full of pain and despair. Frank was worried that others would notice something strange, so he held his arm while holding back his nausea, and said with a smile, "Shall we talk on the balcony?"