(I'm really sorry, I'm too busy, I'm trying to catch another chapter in the evening, and I don't dare to pack tickets.) ）

The black sedan stopped, Jocelyn? McCaskey's long, slender legs in high heels stepped out of the car door and walked into the hallway of the Capitol North as usual with a solemn expression.

She was not affected by the loud demonstrations outside the gates of Congress, organized by the sojourners, a group of Christian clergy, to protest a budget plan by House Republicans to cut spending on Social Security programs. They staged a sit-in outside the building, singing religious songs, praying loudly and shouting slogans such as "Stop cutting (the budget)."

If it was close to the outside office, it would really be disturbed by these troublesome guys, but as the majority supervisor of the House of Representatives, Jocelyn's office is obviously secluded enough and the conditions are good enough in all aspects. In fact, the demonstrators didn't have to wait long, and within a few hours, the police would come and arrest some of the leaders and then evacuate the traffic in front of the building. Similar scenes can be seen several times a month on Capitol Hill, and they have long been commonplace and commonplace.

These ignorant people are always so naïve, relying on their enthusiasm and courage to demonstrate and connect everywhere, full of joy and always thinking that these weak protests can make Congress back down, should they be said to be simple or stupid? They can never see through the fact that those protests that can really work often have politicians and bigwigs looming behind them, and simple spontaneous protests are nothing more than adding some after-dinner conversation to the parliamentarians.

This is the sadness and limitation of the little people, whose small position determines that they can never understand the essential laws of the world.

The corners of Jocelyn's mouth twitched with mockery, shook her head slightly, and then quickly changed to a kind and warm smile, and the young assistant Gary who was facing the desk at the door? Bright says hello.

"Good morning, ma'am."

"Good morning, Gary."

As she spoke, she stopped her steps and turned her gaze to the side of the room, where a tall, middle-aged man with tough features sat in the room. I happened to spend all my time drinking tea while reading the newspaper in my hand.

The other party noticed her arrival almost at the same time, calmly put down the newspaper in his hand, gently folded it and put it back on the table, and smiled at Jocelyn with her white and neat teeth: "Good morning." Joey. ”

"What an unexpected surprise, Ram, what wind has brought you to me." Jocelyn's eyes fluttered, sweeping the other party's face, and the waist that was over forty years old but still slender and tight drew an elegant arc. Pushed open the door of his office in the inner room.

Ramsay? Lahm?del?rey stood up, picked up the delicate teacup in hand, and naturally followed her into the office, dropping a phrase: "Thank you for your tea, Gary, you always know my tastes." ”

Young assistant Gary? Bright looked at his back with some excitement and replied, "You are so kind, it is my pleasure, Mr. Drey." ”

Jocelyn? McCarsage put down the coffee cup and bag in his hand, only to see Ram? Dre had closed the door and sat down in her chair before her. It's as unceremonious as he is the owner of this office - except for not sitting on the inside of the desk.

However, Jocelyn turned a blind eye to this, and did not show dissatisfaction or surprise, because they were already quite familiar with each other, and they could skip the red tape.

"I warn you, don't try to pry my assistant away." Jocelyn looked at each other with her slender arms across her chest, smiling.

These young men are too young to easily develop a sense of admiration for seniors like Ram, and this is how John, a former assistant to Schiller, fell into the hands of the other party. Despite Gary? Bright is just doing some odd jobs, but he is also at ease, and it is inevitable that he will know some of his own secret information and details. It is easy to be taken advantage of at critical times, and it must be firmly tied to avoid unnecessary trouble.

"I didn't do anything." Ramsay? Dre smiled brightly and spread his hands innocently. But he quickly said again. "You've got to give the young people the power to choose, Joey, relax and let them see the outside world."

"I don't bother with it, I know exactly what is best for them. Besides, you didn't come to debate with me, did you? Jocelyn was not interested in continuing on the subject. She just needs to make sure the other person receives her message. Like Ram? A super lobbyist like Dre has a completely different concept from herself, Jocelyn has always believed that money is a well-carved mansion, beautiful but not long-lasting, and power is an ancient and heavy stone palace that can stand for thousands of years.

As for Ram? Dre Jocelyn remembered the last time she had spoken to herself when she left her predecessor's party commissioner's office, when she was just a normal rookie MP at a farewell dinner. This scheming, well-known, charismatic man said firmly: "Only lasting power can prevail over money, but power never lasts." ”

Perhaps that's why he finally chose to leave Capitol Hill.

Ramsay? Dre smiled and raised his hand in surrender: "I haven't won the best debater in a debate competition. He was referring to Jocelyn, the former Cornell University debater.

Jocelyn didn't have much patience to deal with this cunning fellow, and she had been troubled lately, with the constituency voters boiling with resentment, and a few councillors who didn't know how to keep up with the line to vote, waiting in line for her to be whipped. "Let's skip this pretending to be hot, ambiguous, then, tell me, like Ram? What do busy people like Dre want to get in my office? ”

These lobbyists are like stinking vultures, hovering over Capitol Hill all day long, and only when they see food will they swoop down and grab their targets.

Ramsay? Drey's face showed a look of surprise and disappointment, and his eyes widened: "This is the important stage of skipping ambiguity and **?" Damn it! That's my favorite part. ”

However, Jocelyn ignored it at all, and began to bury herself in tidying up the table, completely indifferent. Ram shook his head helplessly and took a sip of tea: "It seems that you are not in a good mood, so I came at the right time." What do you just ask me for? On the contrary, Joey, what you should be asking is - what can I bring you? I've heard you've been a little troubled lately, right? ”

"I don't know what you're referring to? If it's some old guy who accidentally fell behind, that's not a problem, I'll get them back on track. Jocelyn's heart moved, and she stopped sorting out the documents in her hand and her eyes fell on the other party's face.

She wasn't surprised Ram in the slightest? Dre is so well informed that there are few things in Washington that can be hidden, let alone a secret. As vultures that hover high in the air at all times, their keen gaze and high concentration ensure that they are always able to catch the changes taking place on the hunting ground in time.

"Come on, Jackie. We're old friends, and if we want to skip those politenesses, we should be honest too, right? "Ram? Dre apparently didn't take her reaction seriously, instead waved his hand and continued. "There are a lot of people jumping up and down in those closed pharmaceutical companies, and it seems that you are not very stable behind your back."

Now that the other party has made it clear, Jocelyn has no need to continue to pretend, she gently rubbed her palms, leaned on the wide back of the chair and smiled casually: "They are all old friends for many years, they are just unhappy for a while, venting their grievances, not to mention that I am already preparing a proposal to fight for new jobs for them." ”

U.S. legislators are elected from every constituency, and rightfully so—they are tied to the constituencies behind them. Voters provide votes and public support to MPs, while MPs fight for the interests of their constituencies on Capitol Hill and stabilize the rear, which is a typical fish-water interdependence.

Jocelyn? McCaskey, the Republican supervisor of the House of Representatives, represents the South District of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and the largest group of voters behind her is the Philadelphia Pharmaceutical Development Association and its member pharmaceutical companies. However, due to the market recession and unqualified tablet weight (single drug weight), many small and medium-sized pharmaceutical factories have closed down one after another in the past two years, followed by a large number of unemployed people. At this point, it's time for Jocelyn to help them fight for their interests in Congress, including but not limited to securing more subsidies and jobs for the South Philadelphia Side in various support proposals.

But this brings us to a key and vexing question – where will these jobs and subsidies come from? The whole world knows that the most helpless problem in the United States is the unemployment rate, and the slow economic recovery has led to the fact that the benefits provided to the unemployed are far from enough, so jobs and subsidies have become fragrant and sweet, and the situation of more monks and less porridge has become more and more serious. Is Jocelyn the only one with voter unemployment? Of course it can't, both the same party and the rival Democratic Party face this dilemma, and it is clear that this time Jocelyn was careless, and for some balance or for reasons she was still unsure, the party divided the sweets among the other members. And her so-called preparation of a new proposal is purely a prevarication? Drey's excuse is just that. No matter what the other party wants, she will not reveal it easily.

However, Ram didn't buy it, and obviously, what he knew didn't stop there, so he shook his head almost immediately and looked at Jocelyn with a smile: "Really? Where did the post that Naturner flaunted at the dinner table yesterday come from? ”

Damn Turner? Marbury!

This annoying guy not only robbed himself of his own benefits, but also went around letting loose the wind. Although she would probably do the same thing if she were to change herself, Jocelyn still viciously crows this old rival in her heart. (To be continued.) )xh118