When 11 o'clock came, the young man came out of the lounge and looked downstairs into the banquet hall.

The guests who have been carefully prepared for almost a year and have been painstakingly invited are already in place. They were all well-dressed, trying to make themselves immersed in the middle of the food, but in fact they were listening upstairs with their pointed ears upstairs, squinting at the expressions of their fellow occupants, like dogs under the table waiting for someone to drop their flesh and bones.

A contemptuous smile appeared on George's lips, and he made a gesture to the entourage beside him.

The entourage went down and informed someone.

After a while, a middle-aged man stood up and began to preside over the banquet: "We all know what purpose we are gathered here. For the future of the country, as well as for victory. ”

After a few minutes of speaking, the middle-aged man looked at the faces of the guests and knew what they were waiting for. He raised his glass and said in a loud voice, "Below!" Yes, please,"

All the guests stood up and held their glasses in anticipation, waiting for the protagonist they had been waiting for for so much to appear.

"George Tomasi, General Polk's personal assistant, please."

Hearing that it was not the general himself who attended, many guests showed disappointed expressions.

George came down from the upper floor, looking at the expressions of the dozens of guests in front of him, and an elusive smile appeared on his face. He spoke reservedly, first thanking the guests for coming from hundreds of miles to the dinner, and then saying bluntly, "I know what you're waiting for. ”

Everyone's eyes lit up as they looked towards the staircase where George had descended.

George smiled and said, "As long as you give the same thing, you will definitely get something." With that, he ignored the crowd, went straight to some food, and sat down while enjoying his meal, while staring at the pile of fish in the net in front of him.

Within two minutes, two guests with particularly strong southern accents nodded and sat down beside him, trembling and testing his words.

The other people in the hall, perhaps talking about other topics, kept glancing this way.

"Montia, that's far away, but the quality of the coffee is one of the best on the mainland."

"Montia is a small place, there are only two votes, but they are all in our hands, I hope the adults will not dislike it."

George glanced at the two hillbillies with blazing eyes, pushed the plate to the side, and said, "It's really a bit little, with such qualifications, there is no chance." But it's rare for someone to be the first to come, so I'll give you an extra spot. Which of you will go up with me? ”

The two southern hillbillies looked happy, and quickly matched each other, the same one who had spoken earlier, and followed George.

The guests in the back saw it, envy and regret, regretting why they didn't stand up first, and they were more certain about the speculation upstairs. Although the table in front of them was full of first-class delicacies, they were all absent-minded, and when they glanced at each other, their wariness and competitive psychology became stronger. Maybe he was hesitating just now, but now he can't wait to go upstairs in front of everyone.

After a few minutes, George and the Southerners came down from the upper floors again, and the Southerners had changed their smug expressions, returned to the banquet hall, exchanged glances with his companions, and could not help the excitement in their hearts, and took a glass of red wine, and went down with a full heart.

Seeing this, the other guests hurriedly gathered around them, and were about to speak, when an old man coughed, glared at the crowd and said, "I'm from Ankabiru." Then he said to George flatteringly, "Below is Sinmat of Ankabiru, who admires the prestige of Mr. Tomasi very much. ”

George said proudly, "What is the prestige of the lower ranks, but Mr. Sinmatt, I have heard that he is quite prestigious in Ankabiru." ”

"Where, where!" Mr. Simmatt's wrinkled face was filled with a smile like a flower.

"Yes, yes, the expression is very good, and I smile a little brighter!" In the warehouse, Duchamp's face also smiled like a flower, and the little spider probed his brain at the staircase, just in time to record the faces of this group of councillors.

Watching Simmatt follow George up, the other councillors were anxious and gathered around the staircase, staring at George. George said loudly, "Don't be in a hurry, gentlemen, the beautiful night has just arrived. ”

When George and Sinmatt walked into the lounge, the little spider hurriedly ran to the door of the reception room to listen to the corner.

Even if it's just an insect, if you don't pay attention to running around, it will definitely attract people's attention. Duchamp decided to wait until the door of the next reception room opened, sneak into the reception room, and never move again.

There was a clear conversation through the crack in the door.

Upstairs in the reception room, Mr. Simmatt said to the big man with great expectation: "I am ashamed to say that I have no hope of giving myself all my might." Just hope that in the twilight of political life, it will be able to end up in a decent position in the cabinet, and so it is enough. ”

The big man said cheerfully: "I heard that the education of Ankabiru is quite successful in the whole country, what do you think of the position of the Minister of Education?" ”

Councillor Simmat bowed with satisfaction and said: "I must do my best for the adults, Ankabiru has a total of 7 votes, I don't dare to say big things, I can definitely guarantee a minimum of 4 votes, 5 under normal circumstances, and if the publicity is successful enough, you can get 6 votes." ”

There was also a man in the room, but a female secretary, who took note of the commitment of Senator Sinmat and asked about Ankabiru's constituency before the conversation ended.

While the door was open and George diligently took care of the elderly councillor downstairs, the little spider quickly crawled into the lounge, hid behind a sofa, surveyed the room, and began to look for a suitable hiding place.

It quickly found a suitable spot, climbed up the curtains, and finally rested on the beams in the room, resting on its stomach.

In the warehouse, Duchamp breathed a sigh of relief, took out a can of drink, and reclined in a comfortable position, watching the rare excitement as if watching a movie.

After a few moments, George and an imposing-looking MP walked in and introduced, "This is Mr. Khosla, the representative of the northern Yanin constituency. ”

This proud representative from the second constituency of the Republic owes himself to the big man.

Looking at it from this angle of the spider, this guy is so arrogant that he bows with a slight pout.

The corners of Duchamp's mouth twitched in sync with the female secretary sitting next to the big man.