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"Liu, I see what you mean, as long as I don't follow Wendel's problem in this debate, and Wendel must follow the rhythm of the Lend-Lease Act, then he will definitely lose!" Roosevelt's eyes were shining.

Roosevelt suddenly found that the fat man opposite him not only found the right one, but also always gave him a sense of novelty, whatever happened to the fat man, even if it was a difficult matter, the fat man could come up with a solution at his fingertips.

Although these methods are a bit of a bit of a front, they work!

"Hehe, isn't the old man stupid!" The smug man raised his hand and patted Roosevelt on the shoulder and said a word of encouragement.

The Yankees standing next to him were all dumbfounded, especially Roosevelt's assistants, who all had three black lines on their heads.

Mars and Lem stared at each other as big as brass bells, and their jaws were about to fall to the ground, which surprised them so much.

This fat man actually dared to pat President Roosevelt on the shoulder!

"Bang" Harry had just returned, and the stack of materials he was holding had all slipped to the ground, and he was shocked.

"Haha, Liu, you're such an interesting person!" Roosevelt laughed, the fat man's move, such a pat on the shoulder, unintentionally only appeared among friends, indicating that the fat man had regarded him as a friend.

This pleased Roosevelt, who liked this Chinese "Mr. Cunning".

"Many people say this about the fat man!" He said with a smile, brazenly accepting Roosevelt's praise, and the thickness of his second cheek was afraid that the 37-caliber battle defense gun could not be pierced with armor-piercing bullets.

This provoked Roosevelt to burst into laughter, and he liked the self-confidence of "Mr. Cunning" when he laughed calmly.

Roosevelt's aides and the staff of the presidential campaign office next to him all laughed with Roosevelt, laughing dryly!

Such people, in Roosevelt's memory, were either neurotic or exceptionally intelligent. And this fat man, fucking both!

At this time, the host on the stage had already begun to speak, inviting the two candidates, Roosevelt and Wendel, to come to the stage and debate with their respective political views.

"Liu. Do you have anything else to tell me? Roosevelt finally asked him, asking.

"Good luck, Mr. President!" He laughed and said to Roosevelt.

It's still this sentence, or this is full of confidence. A smile on your face!

Roosevelt smiled and was relieved that he would win this debate.

The debate lasted two hours, and there was no suspense, as soon as Roosevelt's Lend-Lease bill was thrown, Wendell followed Roosevelt's policy and fell into a dead end, and Roosevelt refuted Wendel with a set of sharp words.

What was unusually striking in the whole scene was not the debate between the two presidential candidates, but the people on the sidelines.

Before the fat man came to the stage began. The anti-fans began to be restless, but no matter how excited and restless the anti-fans were, they didn't dare to attack the police defense line at will.

But there is a group of people who dare, and this group of people is more than 20 gangsters in New York!

These gangsters are here to provoke the anti-fan craze, they mix in the crowd, like ordinary people, when the fat man appears, they use their personal radical actions to support the fat man who stands with Roosevelt on the field.

Ordinary anti-fans in the crowd were agitated to storm the police lines, and they often rushed to the front. The loudest shouters, and the ones who rushed through the police lines, were mostly members of the New York gang.

In fact, the anti-fans were frightened by the shooting of anti-fans by the police at the first meeting, and they didn't dare to mess around when they saw the human wall formed by the police. But the members of the New York gang dared to stir up trouble, which ignited these anti-fan sentiments, and the gang members hedged against the police line.

Now Roosevelt and Wendell were arguing, and the gangsters in the crowd were shouting for Wendell to get out of the way while tearing up with the cops who were holding them back. The scene got out of control for a while.

There are even more daring gangsters, scolding Wendell on the field, which makes Wendel distracted for a while, and Roosevelt seized the opportunity fiercely, refuting it with sharp words so that his brain turned into a paste, and the words he said were full of loopholes, giving Roosevelt the opportunity to let Wendel spend left and right, tired of coping.

When Roosevelt came off the court, he laughed, this was the coolest fucking debate in years.

Although, when the fat man who started the attack was on the stage, he could see that the first person to break through the police line and be caught by the police was Sal.

This goods was held up by the police, thrown out, rushed, racked again, thrown out again, rushed again, and was simply tireless.

Of course, Mars also saw this group of gangsters who were messing around in the crowd, and whispered to the fat man next to him in a little frightened voice: "Liu, we have all taken the shares of these gangsters, if the business is not done because of insufficient funds, these guys lead to the Japanese, it is very dangerous!" ”

"I'm afraid of Mao, all the people who owe debts these years are uncles, understand?" He gave Mars a blank look, and he didn't have the guts in his heart, how dare he cheat the New York gangsters out of their money?

What's more, this is not a deception, if the first material order they received first was from the US military, there would be no need to charge the goods, and the funds could be turned around, as long as they did a few logistics business with the US military, and scraped together enough billion start-up funds to earn the money of the British, it was a matter of minutes.

This is also the financial solution that the fat man suddenly thought of after Roosevelt's victory in the first candidate debate, so he tentatively patted Roosevelt on the shoulder to see if the president could be a friend.

Of course, in the heart of this goods, there are some "friends" who can be sold!

"Are you not afraid, you slipped back to China with your father and family, and no one can help you, I will be unlucky, oops!" The more Mars spoke, the more frightened he became, and finally he sighed with a trembling cheek.

"If it really comes to this point, won't you kid go back to China with the fat master!?" The fat man rolled his eyes, and damn, gave Mars a strong contempt for this cowardly man.

"That's all there is to it!" Mars sighed in his heart, in the United States, he has Karen Trading Company, Karen Press, Motorola has 10% of the shares, and nearly 100 million US dollars in real estate and real estate, and he can be regarded as a rich man.

If he goes to China, he won't have anything!

The fat man saw through Mars's melon appearance at a glance, it seems that he still has to take Mars, as the saying goes, the bold starve to death the cowardly, Mars is frightened at every turn, how will he hand over the United States to Mars in the future?

At this time, the victorious Roosevelt came over with a smile on his face, and the fat man poked Mars, who was feeling sorry for himself, and hurriedly greeted him......

Ps. chasing more children's shoes, are there any free appreciation tickets and starting coins~ The countdown to the 515 red envelope list is over, I'll pull a ticket, ask for an increase and appreciation vote, and finally rush a handful! (To be continued.) )

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