Chapter 342: A Special Guest for Dinner
The matter was out of control under the media rendering, and it has become the focus of everyone's talk in a short period of time. In broad daylight, a mob attacked director Moran and the actors with direct and brutal acts.
Is this still a safe America? Is this still a free and developed America? Is this still the United States favored by God?
More people see that even a young lady like Leila Moran is attacked while guarded by bodyguards, so how can civilians protect their safety, and where do the police spend taxpayers' money?
As Leila said, this is the quadrennial election year in the United States, and the candidates are preparing for their own campaigns. There is such a thing at this juncture, how can it be suppressed indifferently?
Leila's identity and status meant that the incident would be scrutinized in a brighter place as a serious incident. The media energy of the Moran Group is too great, and if you want to get their friendship, you have to show a little sincerity. What does this sincerity mean now? I believe the candidates are already very clear.
In the United States, people are very involved in politics. A wealthy family like the Moran family has its own political tendencies for a long time.
When Leila was called to her home in New York by the old man, she met George W. Bush Jr., who would be one of the presidential candidates this year, at home.
"It is a great honor to meet you, Mr. Governor. Lyra was slightly stunned before expressing her welcome to his arrival. She knows that this year, the future president of the United States, who is also the governor of Texas, will participate in the final presidential election and defeat Gore, who has always been in the ascendancy.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Director. Bush Jr. smiled and hugged her.
After a few pleasantries, it was time for dinner.
When it comes to entertaining guests like this, my grandmother will choose to let the chef cook the dinner, and she will accompany the meal quietly, never speaking easily. This is still an improvement in her thinking, otherwise she would not even want to sit at the same table with the guests before.
Leila sat with her grandmother, helping her with Western food from time to time, while also pricking up her ears to listen to her grandfather's conversation with George W. Bush. She knew very well that her grandfather would definitely not call her back just for a meal, so the conversation between George W. Bush and him should be the focus of attention.
In fact, even if you don't listen to her, you can guess what they are talking about, and this year's election is also famous in the entire history of the United States, because it was the most difficult birth.
Lyra only remembers that he got entangled with a guy named Gore, and even brought some disadvantages, and finally won in a very dangerous way. As for what happened in between, she didn't know.
Like many Orientals, she was not interested in politics at all. She couldn't even say what the difference was between the Republicans and the Democrats, let alone support that side.
After sending George W. Bush away, Oswald wanted to test his granddaughter's political consciousness, but instead got a question. In this regard, the old man could only smile wryly and help her explain in the most concise and clear sentences.
"George W. Bush is a Republican, and the Republican Party mainly represents the interests of the big bourgeoisie and is relatively conservative. The Democratic Party, on the other hand, is more skewed towards the middle class and the poor, and is favored by minority users. ”
That's what Layla understands. It is no wonder that Bush Jr. launched two wars against Afghanistan and Iraq when he took office, and the big capitalist class was in need, so he naturally went on unceremoniously. People like the democratic parties will not start a war easily, because it is not in the interests of the middle class and the common people.
"Then why did I call back? I thought we weren't going to change our political opinions. "Moran's family is already an out-and-out big bourgeoisie, and my grandfather is a supporter of the Republican Party, do you call her back to brainwash her and ask her not to go to the Democratic Party?
Oswid poked her in the head: "The basket you stabbed this time is not small, he came here to hope that you can stir up this matter even more, and it is better to turn Los Angeles upside down." ”
Leila frowned: "Kick the people above and replace them with Republicans?"
"That's right. Now you're in a very critical position, the Republican Party doesn't have enough control over that area, and if you can win Los Angeles, the chances of success in their election will be much greater!"
"Okay, I see. "Leila doesn't really like to get involved in politics. But since my grandfather has spoken, and Bush Jr. is bound to get the presidency, why doesn't she go with the flow and mix up some benefits?
And at a hotel in Hollywood, an even more heated conversation is underway.
"What's wrong with what I did? I just saw that the woman didn't like it, so what happened to give her a little color?" Fai replied without hesitation when confronted by Faisal's questioning.
"What's the matter? What do you say?" Faisal really wanted to pry open her skull to see what was inside. "You could have trouble her for a while by having someone write that Moran is a lace edge, but you still have someone attack her! Do you know how important her identity is in the United States? Do you think you have what it takes to confront her?"
Fai sneered: "If you can't do it, you've done it." She's rich, and I'm not poor! As long as it makes her unhappy, I don't care how much it costs. ”
Faisal slammed his fist into the table next to him, smashing the teacup on top of it and jumping out of the tray and flipping it on the table: "Miss, how do you think I know that this matter is related to you?"
Fai was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened as if he thought of something: "That middleman, is it you?"
Faisal did not answer her words directly, but glared at her fiercely: "I have already told your father about this matter, and he has issued an order that from today onwards, any consumption of more than 100,000 yuan by you needs my consent!"
"What can you do then? What can you buy for 100,000 yuan? Faisal, don't go too far! You're just a dog raised by my father, just do what your master tells you to do, and dare to bark at your master, do you really think you're something?" Fai scolded without hesitation.
But she didn't have the ability to continue scolding, because Faisal had pinched her chin.
His strength was so great that the pincers made it impossible for her to turn her head away. No matter how much she punched and kicked, it was as if she had hit a stake, and she didn't get a hint of response. Looking at those angry eyes, Fai was finally afraid. If the dog no longer regards the owner as the owner and shows its cold fangs, it turns out to be really so terrible.
"Listen, everything you have to do lately has to be done with my permission. If it weren't for the fact that it would have been too noticeable to bring you back now, you'd be back at home in Saudi Arabia by now, you know?" Faisal didn't let go until she had tears of fear in her eyes.
When the door to the room closed, Fai trembled and smashed the closest thing to him in the direction of the door.
Damn dog minion, one day, let you kneel at my feet with that hateful woman!