Next year is another election year in the United States! Hoover secretly sneered in his heart.

At the beginning, because of the global economic crisis, Herbert Clark Hoover lost to the damn scoop of Rofus, which made Hoover feel very unconvinced for Herbert Clark Hoover all these years, and for nothing else, he gave everyone the surname Hoover.

The White House's series of wrong decisions against Cheng Gong and Donghua made Hoover see the ambition of overthrowing Roosevelt and participating in the election for the next president of the United States.

If Secretary of State Hull can die in China, this will definitely become another bombshell for Roosevelt! And this can also be sold to Cheng Gong as a big favor.

Hoover could have concluded that if Cheng Gong knew about the "Hull Plan", he would absolutely destroy it at all costs. And with Cheng Gong's shrewdness and cunning, he will definitely fake his hands on the Japanese.

If Marshall had known what Hoover was thinking at this moment, he might have pulled out a gun and killed the FBI director on the spot.

It's a pity that God didn't give Marshall the ability to read minds. However, he vaguely guessed that Hoover was dissatisfied with some of the decisions made by the White House before, and he did not seem to be optimistic about the "Hull Plan" that President Roosevelt and Secretary of State Hull discussed.

"Mr. Director, I think we should do our best to persuade Mr. Chiang of the Nationalist Government in Nanking, China, to revive the ambitions of the National Revolutionary Army."

Marshall said solemnly: "Chiang Zhongzheng has always adhered to the iron-fisted policy of opposing the Communist Party and suppressing the Communist Party, and he is a mortal enemy of the Communist Party. Cheng Gong is now fighting with the Soviet Union, and Jiang Zhongzheng will definitely have thoughts about this. As long as we push Jiang Zhongzheng and Cheng Gong to tear up face, it will be difficult for Donghua to obtain a large number of immigrants from the territory of the Nationalist Government in Nanjing. ”

"Mr. Marshall, why did Stalin, Hitler, and Hirohito all be good friends with Cheng Gong, but our President Roosevelt couldn't do that?" Hoover stared deeply into Marshall's eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Do you think President Roosevelt can continue to win the next round of the election?" ”

Marshall couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this. With his political consciousness, how could he not hear the implication of Hoover's words.

If we make a big fuss about the US diplomatic mistake in Donghua and then bomb Roosevelt, it is not impossible!

If you want to talk about the candidate for the next president of the United States, Hoover, the veteran director of the FBI, must be a strong contender.

"I believe that in today's American political arena, whoever can ease the relationship between the United States and Donghua will have a chance to become the next president of the United States." Hoover looked at Marshall meaningfully, and said slightly: "The United States needs Donghua's science and technology, needs Donghua's funds, and needs to narrow the scientific and technological gap with Donghua in the shortest possible time." I firmly believe that the wisdom of Americans is definitely not worse than that of Chinese people! ”

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On the Paradise Island Ring Road, a Mercedes-Benz S300 cab in black and yellow, which is most common on Paradise Island, is driving smoothly along a two-way six-lane asphalt road.

Cheng Gong in the back seat was enjoying the scenery along the road through the car window, and suddenly sneezed several times for no reason.

Sitting next to Cheng Gong, Jing Jingru, who was dressed in a small jasper casual attire, saw this, and couldn't help but ask urgently with concern: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?" It can't be a cold from the wind, right? ”

"It shouldn't be a cold." Cheng Gong shook his head and replied, "Maybe someone is talking or calculating me behind my back." ”

"Your Majesty, you also believe this!" Tranquility Ru Yanran smiled.

"I can't believe it!" Cheng Gong turned his head to look at the sunset outside the car window, and muttered, "Do you think there are gods in this world?" ”

"I believe in Buddhism, so I firmly believe that there are gods three feet above my head!" Ning Jingru nodded very affirmatively and replied: "And I have always thought that the emperor, you are the reincarnation of the Buddha to save the suffering of the world!" ”

"Hehe, the Europeans still say that I am the illegitimate son of God and his old man." Cheng Gong pouted with a smile and said: "Actually, I am just an ordinary person, and I am not as great, bright and righteous as you think." It's just that I don't talk about it, and if anyone is calculating me behind my back, I can basically feel it. ”

"You also said that you are an ordinary person, how can ordinary people be such a god as you!" Ning Jingru smiled happily: "Your Majesty, then who do you think is calculating you now?" ”

Today can be said to be the happiest day since Tranquility Ru entered the original chamber. Being able to accompany the emperor to go out shopping like an ordinary young man and woman like today only appeared in her dreams. I never thought that my dream would come true.

I don't know where the emperor got his interest today, saying that he wanted to find someone to accompany him to the city for a walk. Even the prospective queen Zhao Yajing didn't expect that the emperor would appoint Ning Jingru as an accompaniment. can make the other women in the imperial palace envious and jealous.

The emperor obviously planned to visit in microclothes, not only dressed as an ordinary person, but also did not even ask for a special car arranged by the guard regiment. specially instructed Tu Zhiqiang to find a taxi outside, with Tu Zhiqiang as the driver, and agreed to bring another guard with him.

Before leaving, Cheng Gong specially explained that no one was allowed to follow, otherwise he would be punished for the crime of bullying the king.

In this way, Cheng Gong, Ning Ningru, Tu Zhiqiang, and another guard platoon commander named Zhang Chunrui, the four of them took this taxi from half past eight in the morning to walk around the downtown area of Paradise City.

No, after walking around the city, I drove up the Ring Island Highway on the outskirts of the city.

After sending Stalin away, Cheng Gong decided to give himself a long vacation.

Now everything in the Donghua Empire is peaceful, and all walks of life are booming, thriving, and changing with each passing day.

The Royal Air Force has completed the rearmament of new equipment, the Royal Navy's Home Fleet (First Fleet), North Pacific Fleet (Second Fleet), and Seventh Fleet are seizing time to familiarize themselves with the new ships, and the Royal Army is reorganizing and strengthening law and order in the colonial states. Except for the intelligence front, which cannot be slackened, the units of all other branches of the armed forces have maintained a normal state of loosening on the outside and tightening on the inside.

After the release of the "Joint Statement of the Paradise Island Cooperation Organization", Cheng Gong could guess with his heels that many leaders of national governments would come to Donghua to inquire about the news. Of course, he handed over this kind of government affairs to the cabinet, and if he really worried about everything, then he would be too boring as an emperor.

This job has to pay attention to a combination of work and rest. By the way, you can also use this time to examine whether the people under your command are still worthy of continuing to trust their work ability and loyalty.

Paradise Island has developed into a world-class international metropolis, and he, the former owner, has not yet seen it in earnest.

Looking at the colorful neon signboard advertisements along the way, as well as the lighting project belt, Cheng Gong sighed and laughed self-deprecatingly: "There are too many people in this world who think about me." There are many people who think of me as good, and there are many people who want me to die. Americans have been too low-key during this time, and I don't like this phenomenon very much. ”

"The Emperor's ......"

"Let's call the boss!" Cheng Gongle smiled happily: "Since it's out to play, don't talk about the one in the palace." You all remember for me, from now on, I am your boss, you are my secretary, Lao Tu is my driver, and Xiao Zhang is my bodyguard. If anyone doesn't remember it for a long time, I will punish him to clean the toilet for a month after returning to the palace. ”

"Yes! Boss. Ning Jingru, Tu Zhiqiang and Zhang Chunrui all accepted the order in unison.

(To be continued.) )