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Washington, D.C., in July is no different from the rest of the Northern Hemisphere, Jowell thought as he sat in his car. The highway in front of the national airport is full of cars all year round, and tourists from all over the world mingle with politicians who frequent the area, and they pour out in droves every once in a while, adding to the traffic pressure in the metropolitan area.

As a driver, Jowell is accustomed to seeing the bustle of the whole city and the various insiders behind it.

But it was a good day, the sun was shining, and as the captain on the walkie-talkie had said, it was lazy enough for people to go out for a walk. In fact, judging by the news broadcast of the car radio at this time, the captain should be strolling on the lawn in front of the White House at this time, because the president is showing affection to his dog in front of the media.

Unfortunately, it is a pity that Jowell could not watch the news in person, and could only listen to it through the nagging car radio. No way, who called him just one of the vice president's bodyguards?

And the current task is not to pick up the vice president.

Looking at the time, there are still ten minutes before half past ten in the morning, and the plane that has just crossed the sky should be the target. Counting up, when the minute hand of the watch points to the "six" position, the other party should appear.

Soon, when the minute pointed to "five", a group of figures appeared behind the glass door at the entrance and exit of the airport, and walked out one after another. All of a sudden, another wave of people poured into the streets, and the taxis that had been waiting around for a long time began to drive one by one.

Soon, Jowell spotted his target.

A fifteen-year-old girl appeared in his sight, dressed in Dior's new summer suit, elegant and delicate little sandals with a short skirt that shimmered with pearl lustre, and a minimalist short-sleeved top. As soon as she walked out of the airport gate, she threw down her black hair, and her dark sunglasses reflected dazzling light in the sun. Before Jowell could sound the horn, her gaze came straight to her like an infrared scan.

A black Lincoln sedan was parked on the side of the road, and apart from the driver sent by Bush Sr., how could there be a second such old-fashioned combination?

Alice smiled slightly, stepped forward in three or two steps, and opened the back door of the car: "Driver, drive!"

Jowell glanced at the beautiful Asian mixed-race girl in the rearview mirror and nodded, "Yes, Miss." ”

The stretch cars began to pull off the side of the road and onto the road to a typical upscale residential area, but first passed a bypass with a lot of traffic. Alice sat in the back compartment, looking up at the Pentagon and its wide parking lot, but the Xiaoice box and red wine in the compartment did not attract her attention in the slightest.

Summer is here, summer vacation is coming, so a meeting with a meeting with a vice president who is not scheduled months in advance should naturally take place.

"Sir?"

As the sedan drove over the Pentagon on the viaduct and immediately turned west, Alice said to the driver, "Is there a newspaper to read?"

Jowell glanced at the beautiful girl in the rearview mirror: "The shelf on the left side is updated every day, it's the Washington Post." ”

"Thank you. ”

Alice quickly found the newspaper and immediately opened the financial section.

In a word, the stock market was booming at this time.

Since the arrival of summer, the stock market, led by the New York Stock Exchange, has hit new highs, and in just three months, the price of many stocks has increased by more than 30%. Wall Street has been making a lot of money lately, because too many investors have thrown their money into investment firms, and according to Rothschild Bank's Q2 financial report, they have received a full half of the increase in business compared to the previous quarter!

However, extreme prosperity is always followed by the beginning of hell.

Glancing at some of the bull stock evaluation reports on the stock market yesterday, Alice didn't look at them closely, after all, this is not the Wall Street Journal.

Not long had passed, and just as she had flipped through the entire newspaper, the car had already driven in front of a huge villa in the suburbs. The iron fence slowly opened, and the sedan that had paused briefly started the accelerator again, and Alice looked in the direction of the main entrance of the house, where the gate had just opened, and a man in a suit and leather shoes was walking up the steps, while on each side was a bodyguard in a suit and black sunglasses.

Vice President Bush made a grand appearance, and as soon as Alice got out of the car, he walked briskly forward surrounded by Secret Service personnel.

"Welcome, Alice, long time no see!"

"Hello, Mr. Vice President. ”

Now is the time to be well-behaved, Alice saluted the other party very politely, and at the same time, a **** bear child who was not a member of her also stepped out of the house at the same time.

"Barbara, George, this is Alice!"

The vice president introduced his wife and children: "Alice, this is my wife, Barbara, and George. ”

"Ah, hello ma'am. ”

Alice smiled and shook Mrs. Bush's hand, then looked at the one beside her.

Well, a forty-one-year-old bear child at the time.

"Hello, Alice. ”

George W. Bush looked at the girl with a surprised and slightly scrutinizing gaze and held out his hand with the same smile.

Alice raised her eyebrows slightly, her slender little hand made an invisibly grasping gesture, and after moving her fingers, she shook hands with the forty-year-old child: "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Bush, I heard your father say that he just moved to Washington, D.C. half a month ago?"

Bush Jr. looked at Bush Sr. and smiled in surprise: "Oh, Dad, you actually explained in such detail?"

Bush Sr. looked at Bush Jr. and said with a smile: "What's the matter, you still think of yourself as a Middle Eastern royalty, and your whereabouts need to be kept secret? Alice, let's go?"

She was able to let go of Bush Jr.'s hand quickly, and in the next step, Alice rubbed her short skirt.

Alice clearly remembers that, according to his autobiography, George W. Bush should have moved to Washington in 88 to support his old son's presidential candidacy. Now he was called by his father almost a year in advance, apparently because of himself.

The Bush family has a big business, Lao Tzu started an oil business as early as the 50s, his son also opened a money-losing peer company, and has a lot of connections with the Middle East, so this huge mansion is also very valuable and covers a vast area. Therefore, according to the news three years ago, when Bush Sr. ran for vice president, he did not move into the Naval Observatory No. 1 building, which was specially prepared for the vice presidential title, but instead of asking Congress to allocate special funds to renovate his existing mansion, he would really use his power.

In a few moments, under the leadership of the family, Alice sat on the right side of the long table in the dining room. In the spacious room, a Secret Service bodyguard is on duty at each of the two entrances, and the chef is immediately served plates of exquisite dishes.

As soon as she was seated, Mrs. Bush proposed, "Alice, why don't you have a cup of coffee or black tea?"

"Black tea is good, coffee and this kind of thing, I'm still a little early to drink it. ”

Answering obediently and skillfully, Alice looked at the elder Bush with blue eyes: "But Mr. Vice President, you don't have to be polite, just drink coffee if you want." ”

While saying this, she gave Bush Sr. a deep look.

"Oh, I guess forget it. ”

The elder Bush's eyebrows furrowed slightly, obviously remembering something unpleasant, and sure enough, he immediately explained: "I don't know what's going on this week, my heart is always a little uncomfortable, and it's better to drink less coffee." Orwell, plenty of black tea. ”

Orwell, the Secret Service bodyguard in charge of picking up Alice, nodded at the door of the restaurant and walked out of the room.

Alice frowned slightly, and said with concern: "My heart is not good, have you seen a doctor, have you found out the reason?"

"Of course I did, but the reason ...... It's inexplicable. ”

This has obviously been bothering Bush Sr. for a week, and he said thoughtfully: "I have had the habit of exercising in the morning every day, for twenty or thirty years, not to mention such an exaggerated illness as heart disease, even colds are rarely suffered." It can't be because I'm old, I also had a physical examination last month, and all the indicators are completely normal, just a week ago, suddenly!"

"It scared the hell out of us!"

As a wife, Barbara still talks about it in a shocked tone: "He was having dinner and suddenly he fell to the ground, and his whole body convulsed like a sheep seizure, and we rushed him to the hospital." When the president found out, he rushed over as soon as he could, Alice, this matter is in the news, didn't you watch it?"

"A week ago...... Our whole family is in Japan!"

Alice's eyes flickered, and the blue light flickered in her eyes, which was a strange phenomenon, and it was generally impossible for the color of a person's eyes to flicker. However, the family at the table did not pay attention to this detail, because the girl's next sentence immediately blurted out.

"Because housing prices in Japan have risen by a full seven percent!"

"Oh yes, I almost forgot the topic of our meeting. ”

It was also the previous topic that I really didn't want to continue, so Bush Sr. laughed and said, "Investment, George, Alice has a very unique vision in the field of investment. I remember that shortly before the release of "Alien II", you seemed to have said in an interview that you acquired a company called ...... Ahh

"Adobe, Vice President, did you learn your English from the Japanese?"

Laughter filled the table, and just as an older bear child almost choked on Coke, Orwell was already back to the dining room with his teapot. (To be continued.) )