Chapter 440 I am a little bird (the title is a bit silly, but it fits the content hhhh)
In the cemetery, Desel's farewell ceremony is being held.
Eris stood in the center of the first row with a solemn expression, but her eyes were empty as if she had lost her soul.
He could no longer hear clearly what the priest said. The self-protection mechanism after the death of his brother was broken in the cruel farewell.
The loss of a life is of such quality that it can make Eris breathless.
But he always has to face it.
“.Amen~”
The old friends from the past came forward one by one, gave Desel their final farewells, and then hugged Eris.
Gradually, Eris' soul found a foothold in the mechanical movements, and his expression finally changed from numbness to solemnity.
"Cheer up, Eris."
Thomas was the last person to come forward. He was a friend of Eris and was not familiar with Desel. He came here today just to do his part.
"Yes, thank you for coming. This makes me feel better."
Eris replied subconsciously, and then the two of them were in awkward silence, not knowing what to do. How to continue communication.
It was the fat young man who took the initiative to break the embarrassment.
"Why did you have a gunfight with Verbole in the first place? In fact, you could have pretended to be arrested first, and Chan and Wolfe would have rescued you."
There was a complicated expression on Thomas' fat face. Eris patted his shoulder, shook his head, and did not answer.
The former dream chaser turned around and looked at his brother again.
The men were filling the soil with tools, and the black coffin was gradually covered with yellow soil.
“You don’t understand, Thomas, that our destiny can actually be in our own hands. Desel and I have always thought so for the past ten years, and it is the same this time.”
Eris's back looked very depressed, and a feeling of sorrow for the death of a rabbit and a fox emerged spontaneously in Thomas's heart.
Being coerced is not a comfortable thing, especially when the risks are exposed nakedly in front of you.
“It’s just that we were not very lucky this time, that’s all.”
Not so much conspiracy, not so much pretentiousness, just a little stiffening for two people whose knees are not too soft. Once, the results were easily crushed by the risk of spillover.
This was a small collision between Cheng Daqi's organization and the official American organization. The two sides just tried it out and quickly reached a peace, and Black Satan even became Wolf's guest.
However, Desel died so mysteriously.
"Your wanted order has been cancelled, what are you going to do next?"
Domo said nonchalantly, not knowing how to comfort the friend in front of him.
“What should I do?”
Eris wanted to laugh a little.
The most desperate thing about the whole thing is that he has no specific goal for revenge.
To demand a life debt from the former commander-in-chief?
Or take revenge on Fo Bole?
This is not just a mantis fighting a car, but a moth flying into the flame, either way is a dead end.
A fierce conflict of interests took away his brother, but as a vested interest, he did not even have a stance of revenge.
Eris turned around, her eyes red again.
"Do whatever you have to do, Thomas. In order to stand with you, Desel is not the only one of my brothers who died.
I can only go on, further, further. , so that their deaths are not so worthless.”
Original intention is a beautiful-sounding word, but losing the original intention is almost a process that everyone must go through. There is no disenchantment of ideals. The so-called original intention is just a person. delusion.
When Eris came to America, America was in the golden age of empire.
His youth was sucked away by this country. Now he is somewhat of a figure, but this country is sinking again.
The tide of the times forced him to gradually become a tool of capital, but he has the value of being exploited, which can actually be called lucky in turbulent times.
——
The curtains were drawn in the room. The brown-red curtains blocked the light outside, making the room extremely dark.
The hostess, who discovered that someone had been here, checked each room one by one. Finally, she pushed open the lightless study and found that her husband, whose life or death was uncertain, had really come out alive.
“Are you back?”
Mrs. Jia exclaimed subconsciously.
"Yeah."
Her husband didn't say much, just sat there silently, looking at the mobile phone in his hand.
The light from the screen reflected on his haggard face made Mrs. Jia feel a little flustered.
“Are you okay?”
Lao Jia raised his head, looked at the woman, and gave a perfunctory smile.
"It's okay."
Mrs. Jia walked to the window, quickly opened the curtains, and turned around to complain.
"Why don't you send me a message? The children miss you very much during this time, and I tell them that you are fine, but when they grow up, they know how to read news online.
Our parents Call me every day to ask about your situation, and I will tell them. Laojia, why don’t you say something?”
Looking at Lao Jia dissatisfied, Mrs. Jia found that Lao Jia seemed to have lost his soul. She walked to her husband's side with some worry.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“I want to return to China.”
Accountant Jia raised his head and looked at his ex-wife in the legal sense.
In order to escape, the method used to imprison Jia was not unsound.
But after all, China still has some rules. America's violence does not follow rules, and those ridiculous methods are useless in the United States.
“Go back to China?”
Mrs. Jia was really shocked today.
First, my husband suddenly came out, and then he wanted to return to China.
“You will be beaten when you go back”
Lao Jia frowned and interrupted Mrs. Jia's words, and he explained.
"My boss has made arrangements not to return to the mainland. You can rest assured - he is the one who protected me if I can come out this time."
Mrs. Jia still feels that it is too sudden. .
The once famous actress hesitated and said with tears in her eyes.
“I don’t understand the BEC thing, but Laojia, what are you trying to do by tossing it around? BEC has gone up now, and you are fine, so let’s talk to your boss. Say.
Yes, he is very powerful and we have to be obedient, but if you seriously sacrifice your life for him and go to jail for him, he can't be so ruthless, right?
Let’s live our own lives and stop fussing, okay? ”
Even if she hates Lao Jia, Lao Jia treats her well after all, and he is the man she chose after all.
At this moment, Mrs. Jia just hopes that Lao Jia will not continue to toss and spend time with her. Accompany the child.
Accountant Jia looked a little moved, but he did not hesitate for long and said calmly
"The purpose of going back this time is to implement Faraday Future's Fuzhou factory. In addition, I also want to explain to the outside world that I, Accountant Jia, am not a liar."
Looking at the haggard but energetic person Prisoning Jia, Mrs. Jia was speechless for a moment.
This middle-aged man's face was so haggard, but his spirit was as high as a flame.
She hasn’t seen such a prisoner in a long, long time!
This is the high-spiritedness of the careerist, the impassionedness of the dream chaser, and the last hope of self-salvation for the big liar after sinking into hell.
Lao Jia didn't want to accept his fate. Under the threats of Mr. Cheng and Gru, he refused to accept his fate. It was Mr. Cheng who made him bow his head.
When he was making BEC coins, he refused to accept his fate and flew around the world just to let the world see that he had not fallen yet.
Under the control of the LAPD, he refused to accept his fate. Sun Jiye said everything, but he kept it secret from beginning to end.
After coming out of the bureau, the first thing Accountant Jia did was not to go home, but to see Mr. Cheng. Perhaps, at that time, the man made his choice.
There is an element of coercion in Eris' fate, but initiative is the majority after all.
Lao Jia was different, he was completely forced to participate.
But now, he is enjoying it.
As long as you pay, you will be rewarded. An organization that can do this will gain loyalty in any era, all kinds of loyalty.
Lao Jia is willing to accept the training of the storm because he wants to change his life again.
Cashing out tens of billions of dollars and running away to the United States is a scam, but successfully starting a business in the United States for the second time is not a scam!
Lao Jia is never short of money.
He was not short of money when he became a son-in-law.
He is not short of money now.
What he wants is to let the world know that Accountant Jia is not a pitiful clown!
In the storm, Eris lost her loved ones, and Accountant Jia stood to the end despite the pressure.
Now, Accountant Jia has only one thing on his mind.
Family?
Family love?
All the ties seemed insignificant under his ideal, or obsession.
Only one thing matters.
He wants to fly.
Go fly, fly where everyone can see you.
Tell them, I, Accountant Jia, have not lost yet!
It just so happened that Mr. Cheng didn’t mind sending him to high school.
——
Marriott Hotel, large conference room, Black Satan is waving his arms and outputting passion.
Thirty thousand dollars for a speech, which is legal income, and a full twenty-four thousand dollars after tax.
Twenty-four thousand doesn’t sound like much, but it’s enough to buy half a BMW and two square meters of a house in New York—about two-thirds of a toilet.
For a retired politician, this price is not low.
How many dreamers of the American dream have to fight for two years or even three to five years for a toilet, but Black Satan only has to stand there and pump out for a while.
How about saying that the great commander-in-chief of the United States is the ceiling of human career?
"., in the future, you will be the one to succeed me. America is a big family composed of different ethnic groups and different cultures. We are all one family, we are all brothers and sisters. Only in this way can we achieve A personal dream!
Today, we stand at the crossroads of the times, we can make the right choice and meet the challenge!”
Black Satan’s speech ended with his fearless hope! Finished with the sentence in, winning applause from the audience.
Fidel Lopez, who was sitting in the audience, even clapped his hands red.
Mr. Cheng didn't come after all. He didn't like to have direct contact with these most sensitive people. It seemed too ostentatious.
However, although Mr. Cheng has not yet arrived, his interests have already been implemented through Wolfe.
The two belong to a standard alliance of interests. President Cheng supports Wolff, and Wolff helps President Cheng. It can be regarded as a high-quality relationship with happy cooperation.
Fidel Lopez is a key part of the Chengdu Group’s political layout. In addition to telling Eristo to pay attention, the Chengdu Group even explicitly mentioned it to Niu Sen and Nancy before, hoping that the California Gang could win over him. Bundle.
Today, President Cheng sent him to Barack - the two-term leader, the leader of the civil rights progressives, the king of the black caucus, and the black Satan of American politics.
Fidel Lopez followed Wolfe’s footsteps and stood nervously behind Mr. Dracula, waiting for Barak to shake hands with him.
Black Satan saw him, smiled and patted his shoulder.
“Are you Fidel? I’ve seen your short video, it’s very creative.”
Fidel didn’t expect that Black Satan had actually seen his own short video. He was a little nervous. Said incoherently.
"Thank you, thank you. I admire you very much, Mr. Barak. In my heart, you are the greatest commander of the United States!
The man on the stage now is a joke. He will destroy the United States. If it weren't for the obstruction provided by the constitution, I think you would still be able to continue to be re-elected."
Wolf's face moved, and his smile seemed to have stopped.
No, kid, how could you lick like that?
Flattery is flattery, your level of flattery seems a bit too tasteless!
In fact, this is his limitation.
Wolf, who comes from a wealthy family, is worth billions, and took the position of vice president of the California Elephant Party Grand Committee before even starting his campaign, will never understand.
I can’t understand how much a poor family like Fidel, no, to be precise, abjectly poor, who do not own any means of production, are eager for opportunities.
Fidel likes his brother, no, sister?
I don’t like it, I never like it.
But in order to catch the favor of fate, he chose to enter this game holding his nose.
After Eris was wanted, Fidel was able to meet the real person behind the scenes, and he understood how good his opportunity was.
So, when he met the former commander-in-chief and political giant Barak, he did not hesitate to use the most flattering words and expressed his loyalty with a face that made him want to kneel down and lick Barak's boots!
"What is obstruction stipulated in the constitution? This is not quite accurate. I always respect the Constitution of the United States!"
Barack, who was so righteous in his speech, first offended himself. Respect for the Constitution of the United States, and then intimately hinted.
"Besides, every American citizen, regardless of status or status, can make their own efforts to make America a better place.
As I just said, as long as we have hope, we can Face the challenge fearlessly.”
The people around him began to applaud again, and Ballack continued to shake hands, take photos, and even hug each other.
For politicians like him, this behavior is already a subconscious instinct.
The support of donors is part of it, but every politician who can stand at the center of the stage is not short of campaign funds (campaign funds are not personal money), but the price of the money is different. .
In the game rules of ballot politics, every time Barak shakes hands with someone and says thank you, he may convert a supporter for himself.
His personal political life in front of the stage has ended, but his faction is still there, and his influence as a political star must still be maintained - otherwise, how could anyone pay $30,000 for him to give a speech? How can anyone buy his book?
It’s all about making money, not being embarrassed.
"Don't worry, he doesn't have any objections to you, he's just maintaining his posture."
Noting that Fidel's expression was filled with fear, Wolf comforted him with some humor.
"You are Chan's man. Barak knows that we have reached an agreement, so he mentioned watching your video."
Fidel's expression became even more shocked.
He thought
"You mean?"
Wulf raised his chin, tilted his head and explained in a low voice.
"We have cooperation with Barak, you are attaching conditions, ha, mutual benefit, you know."
Feeling a chill emerging from the tailbone, lightning flashing through the body, Fidel subconsciously said I shivered.
He only thought that he was behind the non-profit giant Xinshi, and he was a small investor of this giant in the political arena.
But now, he learned from Wolfe’s words that this was an organization that directly competed with the former commander-in-chief of the United States and the most influential politician in the Donkey Party.
A secret society with no name, no organizational form, and no apparent leader.
"Okay, Mr. Wolfe, thank you and Chan for giving me the opportunity, I will work hard."
"What you just said is very good, but don't say it publicly, say more in private Just say it.”
“Mr. Wolfe, I am just a poor boy. Being taught by someone with extraordinary abilities like you is simply the best gift God has given me, you.”
< br>"STOP! STOP! Don't tell me!"
His words were slightly harsh, but Wolf already had some appreciation for Fidel.
You have to be so shameless and so capable to be a good politician.
You boy, you are a talent!
(End of this chapter)