Due to the asymmetry of information, Mr. Lawyer did not understand the fear in the heart of the top three gangsters in Los Angeles, and only thought that the loss of property was another kind of heartache, and looked at the face of the check, and said gently: "You should have taken out insurance, right?" ”

Amrath scratched his head: "I don't know, there is an accountant to deal with this matter, I'll go back and ask." Martin, how much do you say the insurance company will pay? ”

Obama exhaled: "That depends on the terms, especially the ones that are so small that the human eye can't tell them." Rest assured, I have a magnifying glass. ”

Magnifying glass? You'll have to use a high-powered microscope! Amrath sneered, "Didn't you try it for me?" You're a lawyer! ”

"Although I'm a lawyer, the insurance company's contract can't be changed, and we won't get a penny if we don't meet their claim conditions..." Obama looked at Amrath and stretched out his hand to reassure, "Besides, none of those things in you can buy insurance, so..."

"You're right, you can also help me keep an eye on the house, I remember that there seems to be an earthquake insurance." Amrath said with his eyelids open to a bit of a fight.

"If there is, of course we have to make the insurance company lose money, so that's fine." Obama reassured, watched Amrath pour wine into his mouth again, and quickly stopped, "There's another thing." ”

"What?" Amrath froze for a moment.

"These fraternities can't be all gangsters, so it's easy to be blamed, what clean people do you have in your hands now?"

"Clean? What are you kidding, we're all clean, okay! Amrath sneered and held up the bottle, "God-worshipping old man has made us like this. ”

You were born by your mother, not by God, you idiot! Obama's face was serious: "Amrath, I'm serious, how many people like Bass Jr.?" Serious, at least on the surface. ”

"Little Bus? The guy who played well? Amrath shook his head and thought hard, "He looks like he's in a nightclub tonight." I don't know if I escaped. ”

"Oh my God, is he an adult? High school students, right? Obama's eyes widened, it didn't matter to anyone else, but Bass Jr. was a basketball genius, and now several universities are trying to get him into their school, such a person is a good investment, don't ruin it all at once.

"Who cares how old he is, he looks older than me! I have to bring two chicks every time. Amrath laughed.

"I'm serious! His phone number was given to me. "Obama reached out.

Amrath stared at Obama stunned, looked at the other party without flinching, exhaled, took out his mobile phone and rummaged through it, and handed it to Obama: "This." ”

Obama frowned and wrote down the number, then asked, "Who else?" ”

Amrath snatched the phone back: "I'll talk about it tomorrow." ”

Obama sighed in his heart, what a pity for the opportunity.

"I'll call this kid to see if he's safe, you'd better find someone to make sure those guests are still in the building, if they are, it's going to be a big problem!"

"Who's in trouble with me?" Amrath waved his hand, "My building is collapsing!" ”

Obama saw that there was nothing to talk about, and Amrath on the other side poured himself two sips of wine every time he said a word, and after a while, he was so drunk and excited that he collapsed, and that guy could do it.

"I'll go first, you pay attention to the phone, I may call you at any time."

"Well, that number, don't let anyone know!"

"Don't worry, I'm better than you when it comes to dealing with them!"

"Yes, that's why I need you, and you can always help me!"

"Remember to go to the hospital tomorrow, you have to be with the brothers, you have to look like a head!"

"Got it!" Amrath lifted the bottle and took another sip of it. He's worried!

After today, I don't know how many gangs are going to jump out to beat their own reservoir dogs, and the hundreds of brothers under his command are now all wounded, and their guns have also been lost, which is another lot of money.

"The Brotherhood... Why do I want to play politics... It's difficult......" Amrath muttered, a smirk at the corners of his mouth, and then tilted his head and snorted.

The bottle rolled off, and the water slowly flowed out, wetting the ground and exuding a strong smell of alcohol.

Obama walked out of the door and got into the car, did not start the car, but first called the cell phone of the little Bass, it was now more than four o'clock, he didn't know if the other party was sleeping, but if he didn't answer the phone, it could be an accident.

Fortunately, the phone was quickly picked up.

"Coach Sweed!" An old-fashioned voice came out anxiously.

Obama said in a deep voice: "I'm not, I'm Obama's lawyer." Little Bus? ”

"I am, Obama? President? There was a hesitation and pause in the voice.

"Lawyer." Obama calmly corrected his words, this little Bass is obviously not very good at the brain, if he plays basketball, the point guard will not be his turn.

"You're a lawyer?" Buss Jr. asked, confused, apparently the person opposite him in his head was the president.

"It always has been." Obama pursed his lips and said, but he already knew that this guy was still alive, and it was good to be alive, what he was afraid of was dying in the building of a nightclub, and something bad would happen to minors.

"Can you help me?"

"What's going on?" The lawyer asked in a deep voice.

"I'm hurt, the pain is unbearable, I have to find a place to heal." Little Bus's voice looked terrified.

Obama suddenly became nervous: "Where are you hurt?" ”

"Foot, my foot is twisted!"

"......" Obama was somewhat speechless.

"I can't get hurt, there are three schools waiting for my answer right now, if I get hurt, they probably won't wait!" Little Bas said excitedly.

Obama instantly understood: "Go to the hospital, what hospital do you have nearby?" ”

"St. Bania's Hospital, I don't dare to go in, there are too many injured people inside! But there are a lot of people in other hospitals, and they are all full. I'm too famous here to be seen, and if I get photographed, it will be miserable! ”

"St. Barnia's Hospital?" Obama thought the name was familiar, and immediately remembered that Hassan had been caught in this hospital, as if he had gone to find a Chinese.

"I was right here, and I was going to call Coach Schweder at UCLA and he said I had something to do with him. But it seems that no one answered the phone. ”

"I'll help you contact the hospital and find you a place to take a look."

"Wait a minute, Coach Sweed's call is in."

"Are you going to tell him you're hurt? Stupid, say that you made a mistake, and I'll help you solve the hospital matter! I'll get you a superior ward, and no one will see you. "Obama was quick to make an emotional investment.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. President. Can you arrange a luxury suite for me? Little Bas asked excitedly.

Luxurious, you big fork!

"Wait there, I'll pick you up." Obama started the car, and Amrath was afraid that he would be caught, but he was not afraid, he was a lawyer, and he could go anywhere with a certificate in hand.

This hospital also needs to be visited, so many wounded must have come out of Middleley Street, and future fraternity members are very valuable even if they are cannon fodder.

Obama's instigation of Amrath to start this brotherhood is certainly not entirely for the sake of the gangster, but more for his own interests, the so-called killing two birds with one stone.

He can use this to present himself as a political leader who asks for the lives of his African-American brothers, regardless of Amras's money and efforts, but unless he washes off his tattoos, he will not get a serious vote.

Obama is different, he is clean, educated, lawyer-licensed, eloquent, loyal and honest, and blessed with a unique complexion.

Amrath will not compete with him for the opportunity to stand in front of the stage, everyone knows in their hearts that everyone will take what they need.

After Amrath gets through this, he may be able to get back into his underworld business, and Obama can use it to put the fraternity in his camp, so of course the fraternity can't be all gangsters.

There must be some decent looking people in it, elites from all walks of life, maybe not elites now, but they have potential, and a high school star like Buss Jr. can be a good helper for himself, and this kind of fool is never too much.

It's a pity that Amrath didn't hand over his list, and Obama knows that there are many African-American celebrities coming and going at the Kingway nightclub, and if they can all join his brotherhood, he will dare to talk about it as the next governor.

He is a Democratic Party, which is both a good thing and a bad thing, the advantage is that the American political parties habitually take turns to come to power, this time it is a republic, and the chance of democracy next time will be greater, and the disadvantage is that his name is too reminiscent of the former president, and it is easy to treat him as that guy.

Obama sighed, turned on his headlights, turned on the gas pedal and drove out the door, and had to go to St. Barnia's Hospital, and he had to find a good room for the little Bass, there were too many things.

He looked up at the road ahead, wondering if there were any flaws in his plans.

In fact, even if there is, it's okay, depending on who the opponent is, in this country, the current atmosphere is very suitable, although the new president Joe has a big mouth is a bit of a white terror, but the preferential treatment of blacks will always be politically correct on the surface, otherwise the monument of the Civil War will be gloomy and dim.