I ran for president with scumbag money

Leon took a big bite of fried chicken, then busy pouring Coke into his mouth.

He was starving.

For a whole day, he went back and forth between the trade union and the factory. A large part of the workers agreed with his new negotiation terms, and naturally there were those who disagreed. Leon talked to them one by one, trying to unify the terms.

"Where do we go next?" Charles asked without the driver's seat.

"Go to State B." Leon looked at his watch, it was already nine o'clock in the evening, but he still couldn't rest.

"You really decided that the two states should work together?" Oscar asked back.

"What's wrong?" Leon said.

"No," Oscar shrugged, "you will be very tired."

"I've already made up my mind to only sleep for two or three hours a day, please don't keep reminding me." Leon said with a wry smile.

"Want to refresh yourself?" Oscar took out an unopened bottle of bitter coffee from the back of the car seat.

Leon shook his head again and again, sex is not as effective as smoking a cigarette for him.

At this time, the bell rang, and Leon took out his mobile phone, and saw that there was a message on the screen: "A new message", he quickly turned on the mobile phone, and the message was sent by Binny:

"Are you sure?"

Leon: Sure, a little less than estimated, 110 percent.I'm not sure if you guys can...

Binny: Well, there's something I wanted to tell you, Ellen almost slept with him, so we talked a little bit tonight...

Leon: WTFFFFFFF? ! ! !

Binny: It didn't really work out.

Leon: Why? ? ?

Binny: He thinks we are unreliable, obviously Tex they put a lot of pressure on him.

Leon: Am I so unreliable?

Binny: It's "we."

Leon: What's wrong?

Binny: We have no money.

Leon: Wow, this is actually true. =dish=

Leon: The economy has always been a big problem for us, whether it's the state A economy or our personal economy.

Binny: We should talk to him.

Leon: I'm going to Luwu in State B, how about talking on the phone?

Binny: It's better in person.

Leon: Then we have to wait until tomorrow. Now, talk on the phone?

Binny: No.Are you going to state B to find Lusha?

Leon: Yes, don't worry.

Binny: As we thought, Traver is here, and Lusa should be free.Be careful.

Leon: Okay, are you going to say something else?

Binny: I'm sleepy. Good night.

Leon: I also want to sleep comfortably.

Binny: You chose state B, go ahead

Leon: (ToT)/~~~

"Stop," Oscar said, "stop that silly look."

"What's the matter?" Leon turned off the phone screen and asked in bewilderment.

"No," Oscar said, "I'm allergic to excessive emotional fluctuations. I've seen your IQ decline at the rate of ebb."

"After the IQ ebbs, it may counterattack like a tsunami." Leon retorted.

After a pause, he couldn't help asking again: "Why? Because I edited the emoticons in the text message?"

"I didn't see what you posted, but thanks for reminding me," Oscar said grimly, "now I think you are wiser."

At the beginning of the mutual loss, the two had a serious and profound discussion on the boring and eternal topic of "I am your biological father" and "No, I am your biological father".

Until Leon yawned and fell on Oscar's shoulder: "I'm tired, good night."

"Get up," Oscar said, pushing him unceremoniously, "I'm not in the habit of giving my shoulders to men."

"You know, if it wasn't for your presence, I could just lie on the back seat." Leon protested with half-closed eyes.

"No, you can't. You have to bend your legs." Oscar calmly pointed out the problem that "the back seat is only half the height of Leon".

"I can lie down anyway." Leon said forcefully.

"It was Erwin who hired me to be your bodyguard. If you have any opinions, go to him."

Oscar simply dumped the blame on Binny who was getting farther and farther away from them.

The meaning of "employment" in these words made Leon silent for a moment, recalling the text message with Binny just now, he couldn't help asking: "Did he really pay you?"

Oscar glanced at him, answering with disdain.

"Seriously," Leon asked, "Did he give you money?"

He was sure that he didn't have the energy to pay Binny the amount, that is to say, either Oscar confiscated the money, or Binny paid it himself.

"I have." Oscar said angrily, "I didn't take it."

He didn't expect the ridicule to come, but instead Leon responded with a very idiotic question: "Then what about your usual expenses?"

Oscar didn't even bother to answer, but Leon figured it out by himself: "Oh, the Xhosa family."

Family money has been one of the pillars of Oscar's campaign from the start.

Oscar glanced at him, as if to say, "Do you have an opinion?"

Of course Leon had no objection.

"Charles," he leaned forward again, and asked his companion who was concentrating on driving, "what about your usual expenses?"

At the same time, he couldn't help but think in his mind how horrifying it would be if Charles turned his head and answered "Get money by selling himself".

Ah, there is a sense of picture, delete it soon.

"Boss, do you want a raise?" Charles asked strangely.

There is no sign of the salary, how can it be possible to raise the salary.

"I just want to know how your usual income comes from." Leon said.

"The deposit you paid before, and my deposit." Charles replied.

It seems that there is no need to worry about these two guys who are good at taking care of themselves starving to death.Leon thought with relief.

In order to ensure his strength, he took the time to fall asleep. When he woke up, he found himself lying on Oscar's lap.

"Stop talking." Oscar threatened before he could speak, "Don't force me to throw you out of the window, you're too cheap to sleep!"

"It's what you say, BOSS." Leon sat up in a daze, looked out the window dimly, and said, "We're here."

The seven-character signboard of "Meera Law Firm" was hidden in the night.

Car without Charles' long-distance travel essentials: disposable toothbrush, toothpaste, razor and face towel.

Leon took care of personal cleaning in the office bathroom and threw the used toothbrush into the wastebasket.

After washing his face with cold water, he felt refreshed.

Back in the lounge of Mela's Office, Charles sat on the sofa as if he was also the owner of the place, Oscar lay on the longest sofa and fell asleep, but he was not at all polite as a newcomer.

Frank was sitting on a black leather chair. Seeing Leon come in, he immediately stood up and introduced the female lawyer who was making tea not far away: "This is Meera."

"Hi Miss Meera, I'm Leon." Leon held Meera's outstretched hand.

They shook hands briefly, then let go.

"It seems to be true." Meera looked at him and said, "When they told me that you were the boss behind the scenes, I still couldn't believe it at all. How could one person play such a big role, huh?"

"I don't know, I just try my best." Leon replied frankly.

Frank originally thought that this was an aggressive and eloquent chase full of Mela style, but he didn't expect the girl to nod, and said as if letting Leon go: "Then let's see how far we can go."

She turned her head, met Frank's surprised gaze, shrugged and said, "What? A girl's tolerance is directly proportional to a man's appearance, isn't it?"

"She's a headache." Frank said to Leon with a bitter face, "Don't be fooled."

Leon laughed, pleased to find that there was nothing difficult about his new companions.

"The guest you are looking for is in the office." Meera said, handing the steaming teacup to Leon, "It's not too late, right?"

Leon thought he would see Lusha in the office, but he didn't expect to open the door to see the most insignificant teammate in their small team.

"You are...'Meat Grinder'?" Leon looked at the man sitting on the sofa, uncertainly saying the code name.

Fortunately, he made the right bet, and the other party twitched the corner of his mouth, which was regarded as acquiescing.

"Then..." Leon looked down at the child he was holding, "No, you are...?"

It's stupid to think about it, this child is at least ten years old.

"We, save it." Meat Grinder paused every word, speaking briefly and slowly, Leon didn't have a tacit understanding with him, so he could only roughly guess what he wanted to say.

When the two looked at each other, the meat grinder patted his head, took out his mobile phone and handed it to Leon: "Your number."

Leon entered his number, and the meat grinder took over the phone as if he had found a treasure, and began to edit the text message.

Leon couldn't laugh or cry when he saw this, he didn't expect the two of them to be in the same room, and they would send messages to each other to communicate. It can be said that they are closely following the trend of "modernization".

Meat Grinder: This is the kid we rescued on a fucking night, and we made him pretend to be sick, and I'm taking him out to the doctor before I can get out of Traver's house.

Leon sat beside him, typed and sent: Are you still at Traver?

Meat Grinder: Yes, the butcher said the team leader is crazy.

Leon: Can I go see her?

Meat Grinder: We have to find time. She has a lot of eyeliners around her. Traver won't let her go, and she doesn't want to leave herself.

Meat Grinder: There is a woman who is hostile to her and is dangerous.

Leon:?who?

Meat Grinder: People around Traver.

Leon scratched his hair, he couldn't figure it out, so he typed: We are in touch by phone, we must find a way to meet.

"Okay." After the meat grinder finished, he deleted all the text messages, put away the phone, picked up the child and stood up, "Let's go back."

Really concise.

It took less time than Leon expected.

After the meat grinder left, Meera and Frank came back again, with a thick stack of documents, and handed them to Leon: "I think you will want to read these, these are the disputes over the two laws in State B during this period of time. critical feedback."

"Okay," Leon squeezed between his eyebrows, "I'll make up lessons now, will it delay your rest?"

"It's a small thing as long as we win," Frank replied.

While Leon was burning the midnight oil to read, Roy never raised a gun at his private party.

The door had been locked from the inside, and with a few uninterrupted screams, everything ended quickly.

Regardless of the "Prince" or "Great Singer", they all fell into a pool of blood. His assistant, Mr. Liman, obviously hadn't recovered from the sudden revenge, and stared blankly at Di Wu's corpse. , looked at Roy again.

He had never seen anyone carry out "murder" so decisively.

"Why..." He couldn't help asking.

Roy stretched out a finger and pressed it against his lips, making a "shh, shh" sound, and whispered, "Since they walked in, I didn't intend to let them get out alive."

"I thought you only wanted to trouble their father." Liman avoided his hand and said unaccustomed.

"Since the two of them have shared the blessings, they have to share the difficulties, right?" Roy said disapprovingly, "Even if I can't touch their father for the time being, I have to touch them first."

Liman swallowed, feeling an unscrupulous deterrence from Roy's nothingness.

Many people will say that teenagers between the ages of 13 and 15 are the most difficult to deal with, because their newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and they are all stunned. Solve many problems.

No matter how you look at it, Roy is more than 15 years old, but he gave Liman the feeling of facing a dangerous young man.

"So, how many people did you bring to this banquet?" Roy asked abruptly.

"What - I didn't..." Liman subconsciously wanted to deny it.

"Don't be funny," Luo Yi laughed, "You obviously brought a lot of people, you did it on purpose, right? You deliberately resigned in front of me. In fact, you already knew that I would keep you, so that you can delay the time Send your people in."

"I've heard those rumors," Lowy continued, "Although the radicals in State E will be dispersed, some people will spontaneously form a revenge team and try their best to rush back from all corners of the country, with the purpose of 'collecting debts'.

"Why did they take nothing from you, you should take it back, don't you? Mr. Liman."

Liman's face became cold: "What do you want?"

"I've already given my sincerity." Loy gestured to Wu's corpse, spreading his hands, "I just want to tell you that I get along very well with your Avengers team, and I can definitely lead you on a path that will turn the world upside down." way."

He looked around the scene, opened his arms with the momentum of a big star, and announced loudly: "We can change this country."

The silent crowd gradually became restless.

"After all, he helped us get rid of the enemy." Someone said so.

As a result, more and more people stood up. Some of them took out their weapons, some of them didn't, and they looked at Roy with vigilance and admiration.

"Don't think about Morton, Mr. Liman," Roy turned his head and said triumphantly, "You and his aura are not in harmony, no, it should be said that he is not a real fighter, we are! Those people let E state Blood dripping, we will make them pay with blood! Do you agree?"

Liman looked at him and nodded slowly, slowly.

"Great," Roy grinned, "I don't play poker, I always overturn the poker table and deal with people who want to play poker with me, no matter if they come from wealthy families, bureaucrats, or dark forces.

"For me, start tonight."

Overnight, there was bloodshed.

Before dawn, the bosses of major media outlets in E State would control Liman and his subordinates, laying on the ground, trembling.

"I don't want to hear nasty news on the news, in any way," Lowy said casually. "I guess you can do that."

Someone summoned up his courage and said, "News is all about authenticity..."

Before the words fell, blood stained the ground.

"I don't want to hear nasty news on the news, in any way," Lowy repeated. "I guess you can do that."

No one has any further objections.

The blood will wash away.

These sudden vacancies in the government, the media, and the giants need to be filled by their own personnel.

At the same time, they also wanted to recall those former Ezhou people who had left their hometowns.

These will be two long-term and large-scale projects.

"We almost call it 'independent'." Liman stood on the balcony and murmured.

"Hehe, will the forces of the states be wiped out?" Roy sneered, "We are not in the fringe areas, no, even if we are in the fringe areas, I will not do this. All states washed clean."

"You're a devil." Liman turned his head to look at him. Even though it wasn't cold, he was shivering and his teeth were chattering.

"I am, so you want to sign a contract with the devil?" Roy looked at him, his image was printed in the eyes of different pupils.

The "boy" frankly extended his hand and issued a devilish invitation: "Do you want to sign? Mr. Liman."