"We also made a little bit of investment in the Japanese real estate industry, bought a house in Tokyo's Edogawa district, and went back to live in it from time to time. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

After taking a sip of tea, the lunch was more than halfway relaxed, and after having something in the stomach, everyone's attention naturally focused on the conversation. Of course, the Bush family had come all the way to invite Alice to the East Coast not to share their real estate investment experience with her, so it didn't take long for the conversation to be directed to a losing oil company.

"The main problem we face now is that the oil fields that are drilled are always too low. ”

Bush Jr. shrugged helplessly: "You know, the cost of exploration is a very huge expense, and the drilling equipment after that is not a simple expense." After spending so much money and ending up with less oil than expected, nothing could be more disgusting!"

"I couldn't agree more. ”

Alice gloated in her heart, but still maintained sympathy and concern on the surface: "It's like when we invest in real estate in Japan, if we spend a lot of money to buy a land and the market price suddenly drops, then there is really no place to cry." ”

"However, the good thing is that oil exploration is still more reliable than real estate. ”

George W. Bush, of course, wants to steer the form in a direction that benefits him, after all, his purpose is to move Alice to invest: "Pennsylvania, for example, has long been proven by many people to have very, very rich natural gas resources there, and I think it should be ...... Should be...... Should ......"

"Seventy percent of the ground is shale, and oil and gas minerals are abundant. ”

Alice lightly added for him: "Unfortunately, it is not a simple matter to take fat from Mobil, although the anti-monopoly law of that year dismantled Standard Oil, but the network of relationships is not broken." Dozens of small and medium-sized peers are a group of interests...... Tsk, it's really helpless~"

Alice's remarks can be said to be in the heart of George W. Bush, and he is of course very clear about those with the richest oil fields. Unfortunately, the oil industry is not an emerging industry that has only been developed for twenty or thirty years, and the core interests have long been controlled by countless super-large companies.

"However, I recently met with three of the best oil exploration teams in the world and got some information from them. ”

George W. Bush enthusiastically suggested, "Alice, do you want to take a look?"

Of course you have to see it, otherwise what are you doing here?

After getting Alice's consent, George W. Bush snapped his fingers at another agent at the door: "Jordan, please go to the study upstairs, and the one in the yellow file bag is it." ”

Seeing the spy walking upstairs, Alice took a sip of tea and turned her attention to Bush Sr.: "Your Excellency, Vice President, are you a little unwell again?"

Bush Sr. paused as he raised his glass, and Barbara on the side was shocked: "What? Oh George, your heart is uncomfortable again?"

George W. Bush also looked at his father in surprise: "Oh my God, father, your face is indeed a little pale!"

"Sort of, indeed. ”

Although his wife's hand immediately pressed to his heart, Bush Sr. insisted on drinking the cup of tea first: "Just when you were talking about the exploration team, my heart suddenly twitched...... Hey, hey, rest assured!"

Seeing Barbara's posture of calling an ambulance immediately, Bush Sr. quickly pressed her arm: "At that moment, it's okay now." I don't want the news of the vice president going to the hospital to come up in three days, Jowell, go upstairs and get the medicine, I'll take a pill. ”

Not long ago, after picking up Alice, after following the work of making tea and pouring water, Orwell, the bodyguard of the Secret Service, received another glorious and sacred task - to go upstairs to find medicine.

The sound of going upstairs sounded in the hallway, about a dozen meters away from the restaurant, and when Orwell walked up the stairs, the four people in the restaurant were in a dynamic moment.

The elder Bush had just put down his teacup because of the heart twitching dozens of seconds ago, and his originally ruddy face was flushed with an unhealthy pale at this time. The golden light did not leak any clues to his family during the attack, but the fundamental physiological reaction was not something he could resist.

Barbara was still inquiring about her husband's health, as her thick white curls hung down a little from her shoulders because of the amplitude of her movements. Her once-plump, now loosened skin, was tightening with nervousness.

Bush Jr. crossed his fingers with his hands and his gaze shifted back from the direction of the entrance, and his gray eyes had just swept over his father's body, and they were about to fall on his mother because of the angle.

Alice watched the scene quietly, and by the time Bush put down her teacup at a seemingly slow pace, her blue eyes had long since been replaced by a pitch-black hue. It was as dark as a starry sky, and even the whites of the eyes were completely covered, leaving no trace.

"It's been a while since I've played this trick. ”

Muttering softly, as she had just done a few dozen seconds ago, Alice's strange eyes stared at Bush Sr.

To be exact, to his heart.

"Uh......!"

With a muffled snort, the teacup fell to the table, and the poured cup made the mellow tea splash onto the plate.

"Dad!?"

Bush Jr. was stunned and stunned, one second he was smiling and comforting his wife and children's father, but the next second, his face changed sharply, and his body was even more crooked, falling directly to the floor!

"Dad!?"

"Oh my God, George!?"

Because of the intense pain, the elder Bush fell from his chair, and his already pale face was as pale as the skin of the wall. He clung to his heart in pain, his body slumped like a prawn, and he kept making hehe sounds from his mouth. I wanted to retch like crazy, but I couldn't spit anything, so I grabbed my throat with my other hand, and the force was like scratching my own throat!

"Oh father, father!"

Bush Jr. hurriedly knelt down in front of his father, tried to pull away the hand that was holding his throat, and the next second he shouted around: "Someone, call an ambulance!"

"Hurry up, do it!"

In an instant, the change in the restaurant has alarmed everyone. Five or six spies rushed to the dining room, Orwell, who had just gone upstairs, jumped directly down the second-story stairs, Bush Jr. had already pushed away the chair that was in the way, and Barbara was kneeling in front of Bush Sr., who was slumped on the ground, shouting in panic.

"Where's the medicine? Hurry up and give him medicine!

The elder Bush was still lying on the ground like a prawn, one hand grasping his heart fiercely, and his white shirt had long been wrinkled. He gasped with difficulty, like the last struggles of a drowning man on his deathbed, more like the Jews of Auschwitz who had been gassed by mustard seeds, grabbing around with the other hand and grasping at something at once.

"Get out of the way!"

Alice had already stepped forward and easily pushed away a troublesome agent, and Bush Sr. was grabbing her ankle.

"Sir, please lie on your back immediately, Brighton, and perform CPR quickly!"

The command was correct, and every second before the ambulance arrived was precious, and yet, just as another agent was about to ride on Bush Sr., Alice's little white hand was already on his shoulder.

Then, with ease, the man flew straight out and hit two agents in a row, and the three of them fell to the floor in a pile!

"What!?"

It happened so fast that George W. Bush and the rest of the secret service were stunned, and the exaggerated visuals contrasted with Alice's slender and delicate figure so strongly that they forgot about the vice president, who was still twitching and screaming!

It was at this moment that Alice had squatted in front of Bush Sr.

"Ho ......"

The sixty-year-old man clutched his chest in agony, his mouth wide open like a suffocating trout. Cardiac arrest stops blood flow throughout the body, and the brain in a state of hypoxia directs the body to act instinctively. It doesn't matter if the optic nerve is still working, whether he can see whom, because his mind is already as muddy.

There was only a second between the time before and after, and Alice's palm had easily brushed away his old hand with coiled green tendons, and gently pressed the heart part.

And then......

"Drink!"

The small and slender palm was like a pile driver, and when it pressed hard against the heart of Bush Sr., His Excellency the Vice President of the great United States of America let out a miserable cry like Romeo being killed by Quasimodo ♂!

Then, there was silence.

"Whew~"

Alice wiped the sweat from her forehead as if she was tired, if it really existed.

Two dining chairs fell to the ground, the three agents had just gotten up, and George W. Bush and Barbara were sitting on their knees stunned and panicked. Their father and husband, the backbone of the family, the most important and important role in the United States of America, Vice President George H.W. Bush stuck out his tongue like a dying leprosy dog, lying on his back on the ground, wheezing and gasping.

Well, and Alice was riding on top of him, and she had just stood up.

"It should be fine, for now. ”

As if she had lost all her strength and needed to meditate immediately to recover her energy, she found a chair to sit down and said listlessly: "I am still quite confident in my theoretical knowledge of Chinese medicine, although this is the first time to practice, it seems to be ...... Well, at least I'm saved. ”

The audience looked at her strangely, and then at Bush Sr.

Indeed, it can be said that he is saved.

A second ago, he was still looking like a typical heart attack, because of the intermittent attacks that had continued, everyone knew what the symptoms of cardiac arrest were.

At this moment, although he looked like he wanted to die quickly, the heart was still beating again after all. (To be continued.) )