Led by Mike, Juan took Emma into the elevator, and when he got out of the elevator, he saw a huge rooftop garden, with a small band playing and a female singer singing.

On the other side of the garden, there were several tables full of food, and there was a small bar next to the table, in which three or four bartenders were busy, and some waiters were walking around with trays of all kinds of drinks.

After turning his face slightly, he saw Philips coming over with a smile on his face, and then gave Ju An a hug: "Ann, my friend, I mentioned you just now."

Ju An was a little surprised by the enthusiasm of this old friend Philips who had only met once, but he didn't show it on his face, and hugged Philips enthusiastically and said: "It took a lot of time to get this dress" After speaking, he shrugged his shoulders.

Then Philips asked Ju An not to be restrained, to have some fun, and beckoned to the guy who had just come up below.

Mike introduced a few more people to Ju An, what company director, what New York State legislature, everyone talked nonsense, Ju An's face was almost numb with laughter, and finally took a free time, Ju An shook off Mike, threw down the girl named Emma, took a glass of red wine, walked to the railing, and looked at the lights around him.

A few minutes later, I suddenly heard someone behind me say, "Are you Chinese?"

Ju An turned his head and saw an Asian man in his thirties, holding a wine glass, standing next to Ju An.

"I am, not long after I came to the United States," Juan said with a smile.

"Hello, my name is Zhang Yonghe, from Shaanxi Province in China, and I have been in the United States for more than five years," Zhang Yonghe said with a smile in Chinese.

Ju An replied, "Then you are much earlier."

Zhang Yonghe continued: "I just saw you here alone, looking like a compatriot, come up and ask, and go to introduce you to a few friends."

As he spoke, he took Ju An around a group of people and walked to a circle of black-haired and yellow-skinned people. After everyone introduced each other around, they learned that these people basically came from the mainland of the motherland, the earliest of which has been more than ten years, and the latest is Ju'an, a few months.

"My name is Duan Bin, I'm from a black province in China, and I'm now running a venture capital company," said a short, chunky, round-faced man in his thirties.

"My name is Li Yannian, I am from Jiangsu Province, I have just been in the United States for more than three years, and I am now in the import and export business," said another person who is about 1.7 meters tall and introduced with a smile.

Ju An said: "Then we can be regarded as fellow villagers, my hometown is also from Si County, Si County, Si County, and now Montana has a ranch."

"That's a real fellow countryman, my hometown of Xu County, Suzhou Province is close together," Li Yannian replied with a smile.

"Then I'm far away from you, I'm from Sichuan Province, my name is Ma Chaohan, and I manage a private financial company here," the tall middle-aged man introduced.

A few people chatted in Chinese, and they felt much more enthusiastic.

"Xiaoju, not long after coming from China, may not know much about Chinese Americans, now we Chinese Americans have about more than 4 million voting rights, is already a non-negligible source of votes in American politics, over the years more and more Chinese Americans have entered politics, more and more Chinese Americans voted, but the turnout is still very low, only 30 percent, I am now doing some work in the Chinese American Federation, let everyone vote for the vote, no matter who votes for" said the round-faced Duan Bin.

"We Chinese are still too honest, many older people don't care about politics at all, just bury their heads in their own small families, but fortunately, now the new generation of Chinese voters is getting higher and higher, which can be regarded as a big progress," Li Yannian said with a smile.

Ma Chaohan said with a smile: "The older generation does not care about politics, they don't know what the votes in their hands represent, now the Chinese generation, much better, now the two-party election, if you don't show your Chinese name, you are embarrassed to call yourself a presidential candidate."

"That's more and more Chinese Americans, it is estimated that in more than ten years, Chinese Americans will have the right to vote up to 7 million, no matter which political party can not ignore the votes in the hands of Chinese Americans, the new Chinese Americans have slowly become a political force to be reckoned with in the United States," Zhang Yonghe said.

Listening to the chat of several people, Ju An also had a general understanding of the living conditions of Chinese in the United States, Zhang Yonghe also set up a Chinese mutual aid association to help some Chinese who were living in difficulty, and Ju An also promised to donate some money after listening.

The next auction was simple, everyone entered a hall together, and most of the hall was lined with rows of chairs, and a slightly higher table in front of it. A microphone was placed on it, and Ju An carried the brown-haired beauty Emma on his shoulder, and found a place to sit down with a group of new fellows.

Next, I saw that the old Philips came to the stage and had a meeting in China, no different from a domestic meeting, first thank you for a welcome and other nonsense.

Then the auction began, and the auction items were small things printed with the emblem of the Ming Boiling Party, which was visually measured by Gu Ju'an, and the cost was only a few yuan, and it was a soft girl.

Then the auction began, and the small things that everyone was still enthusiastic about basically sold for tens of thousands of good prices.

Among them, Ju An also took two small things, which cost more than 20,000 US dollars. After the filming, I asked Zhang Yonghe next to him where to pay the money.

Zhang Yonghe said with a smile: "Just write a check when the auction is over, and someone will contact you at that time."

Ju An asked in a low voice: "Then how much does it cost you to support the Ming Cook Party to run for a year?"

Zhang Yonghe asked strangely: "What money did you spend on the campaign, is it rare for someone to cheat money under the banner of the Ming Cook Party."

Ju An hurriedly replied: "No, a friend of mine wants to win me closer to the Mingzhu Party, and I thought I would have to pay a few hundred million."

Zhang Yonghe said with a smile: "If you come up with so much money, then you can enter the action committee of the campaign, you have to understand the legal mechanism of the United States, most of the election funds in the United States come from free donors, the so-called free donors are, ordinary people, the face value of donations does not exceed 2,300 US dollars per person per election, for example, 90% of Obama's campaign funds come from these people, many of which are 20, 50, 100, etc., and the accumulation of small amounts becomes hundreds of millions of funds. At that time, McCain's donations under $2,000 accounted for 66 percent, which was called hard money. And the supervision is very strict, there is a special election website, as long as you enter your name and address, you can basically find out how much money you or someone you know has donated, who you donated, and even if there is any remaining money, then the donor can't take it, just put it there as the next election fund, for example, Hillary Clinton has a special account, and the money in it is the money when the election of the Ming Cook party candidate fails, but she can't take it out and use it elsewhere. ”。

Ju An asked curiously: "Then do I want to support 1.8 million yuan for one person?"

Zhang Yonghe immediately said: "You must not do this, you call bribery, it will cause big trouble, and no candidate dares to accept your money, the supervision here is very strict, you just have illegal money, you can't spend a lot of money, so American gangsters will have money laundering."

Ju An scratched his head and said: "It's a little different from me, I thought all this money came from rich people."

Zhang Yonghe smiled and shook his head: "The rich people have funded the political party, and there are bribes, do you say yes?" There must be, there are always corners that the law can't control, the last time a mayor in the United States took a bribe of 25,000 dollars, which was called the largest bribery case since the founding of the United States, and you confused the free donors within the consortium with the consortium itself, these free donors do come from within the consortium, but they are all free donors, representing themselves, not rich people, then you will find that among these free donors there are supporters of both parties. Even if you don't donate more than $100,000 a year to a political party, any more is illegal. There is also a part of the source of funds is called soft money, through the campaign action committee, this money can not directly participate in the campaign, this part of the funds is largely uncontrollable, but you can't use this money to say that you are good, you can only treat others badly, this money will not appear on the books, and there is also tens of millions of funds provided by the political axe, the candidate's own property, and the funds provided by the party."

Zhang Yonghe's words made Ju An think for a while.

After the auction ended, I broke up with a few fellows I had just met. After staying with Mike for a while, Mike introduced himself to a Montana senator and complimented each other before he and Mike went home.

When he went back, since Mike's house was not far from here, Mike asked the driver to send him home first, and then send Ju'an to the hotel.

After Mike got out of the car, Ju An asked where the brown-haired beauty Emma lived, and sent her home first, Emma's words brought several teases, all of which were diverted by Ju An, not that Ju An didn't like beautiful women, let alone Ju An was tall or something, but he didn't like the girl who dotted through the car window, and felt twisted.

After sending Emma off, when he was about to arrive at the hotel, at a red light, Ju An got out of the car and told the driver to go back, and he was ready to walk on this road.

Untie your bow tie, put your hand in your trouser pocket, unbutton your shirt to make your breathing easier, and walk down the road to the hotel under the bright street lamp.

After walking for a while, I found a bar on the side of the road, Ju An actually didn't like bars, but today he wanted to have a few drinks, so he pushed the door in.

There were a lot of people in the bar, the lighting was a little dim, and many people sat together and talked over drinks.

Juan sat down at the bar and said to the bartender, who was clearly of Latin descent, "Have a glass of whiskey."

The bartender looked at Ju An, handed over a glass, then poured a small glass of wine, and said with a smile: "Sir, the first time?" ”。

"How did you know I was here for the first time?" asked Ju An, holding his glass.

"People in handmade suits from Patek Philippe don't often appear in this kind of bar, if there is one, I will remember it," the bartender shrugged and laughed.

"Maybe I'm wearing a fake," he said, taking a sip of wine into his mouth, a stream of heat flowed down his throat and into his stomach.

"Wow, then I can only praise you, your fake is just like the real thing" The bartender, glancing around: "Then, you will know immediately whether you are a fake or not, and the person who will identify it is here."