Just when the forces of all parties in the country were surging, here, Lu Qing took Prince Waleed to the capital of the United States, Washington.

"Isn't it easy to meet the president of the beautiful country, why do you have to bring me?"

Waleed asked, yawning.

Yesterday, after receiving a call from Lu Qing asking him to go to the United States to accompany Lu Qing to meet President Merica, Waleed rushed over directly by private jet without saying a word.

"That's your good eye, not my good eye."

Lu Qing said speechlessly.

The relationship between Saudi Arabia and the United States is still quite iron at this time.

After all, Lao Meicai helped them solve the threat of Saddam, and the two sides were in a honeymoon period.

"Actually, with your status, you can see it if you wait a few more days."

Waleed said nonchalantly as he watched the pedestrians come and go on the street, occasionally whistling at a beautiful woman.

As the owner of Daojun Fund, although Lu Qing's reputation is not too big, it is already well-known to some people in the investment community.

For this kind of person, in the capitalist society of the United States, it is not difficult to meet the president.

"The point is that I'm in a hurry."

Lu Qing looked at the time: "There are less than two days left before the first presidential televised debate, and I have to hurry up and meet him."

"Anyway, you haven't told me what's going on with President Merica in such a hurry."

Waleed withdrew his gaze from the beauties around him, and asked Lu Qing with a smile, "You can't say that you want to help him run for re-election, right?"

"You're right."

Lu Qing replied calmly.

"What... What?"

Waleed almost bit his tongue off: "Chen, are you serious?"

"Of course."

Lu Qing nodded.

"Stop making a fuss!"

Hearing this, Waleed said with an impossible face: "With the prestige of the current president, will he still lose the election?"

"Yes, with the prestige of the old Bushi to survive the Soviet Union, defeat Saddam, and become the world's veritable number one power, how could he lose the election?"

Looking at the White House complex that had come to his eyes, Lu Qing muttered to himself.

In later generations, people can name various reasons for George Bredge's defeat, but at the time, few people could have predicted that Clint Blunt, a young guy who couldn't even control his crotch (yes, he had already had a lacy scandal at the beginning of his presidential campaign, and more than one) would defeat the old George of great prestige.

If nothing else, let's count the titles of old George:

The hero who ended the Cold War, the driving force behind the disintegration of the Soviet Union, the hero who rescued Kuwait, the monarch who defeated Saddam, and the president who brought the United States to the world's number one power......

Any of these deeds alone would be enough for him to run for president, not to mention that he just wants to be re-elected.

Like Waleed, no one thought George Sr. was going to lose.

Except for Lu Qing.

……

Half an hour later, Waleed, who successfully brushed his face at the White House, walked into this global political center with Lu Qing.

Soon, a presidential receptionist arrived in the reception room.

"Prince Waleed, do you want to see Mr. President?" ….

The receptionist asked in a harmonious voice.

The receptionist was kind to the prince, who had recently made a name for himself in Saudi Arabia.

"No, actually, it was my friend who wanted to see Mr. President, and I just came with him."

Waleed pointed to Lu Qing beside him and said.

"Oh, I don't know what this gentleman is called?"

Looking at Lu Qing's young face, a hint of surprise flashed in the reception officer's eyes, but there was nothing unusual.

"Chen Do-jun, from South Korea's Soonyang Group."

Lu Qing introduced himself.

The receptionist nodded, seeing that it was Lu Qing who wanted to see the president, he

The smile on his face faded a little, and he said, "I will record your identity and make an appointment for you, but ...... I can't guarantee when Mr. President will be available."

"Sir, please help me and accommodate me."

Lu Qing didn't know that this was just a politeness, and with his identity, he was afraid that he would not be able to meet the president at all, so he took out a check for $100,000 from his arms, quietly handed it to the other party's palm, and said in a low voice: "Swiss bank, bearer."

Hiss –

Guy juice, you're challenging my weakness.

The receptionist's expression changed slightly.

But looking at the amount, he said with a serious expression, "I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, I think you are insulting my work ethic!"

"No, no, no!"

Lu Qing quickly took out a check for $100,000 from his arms, with a sincere smile on his face: "The person I admire most in my life is a person with a sense of work ethics like you, and I just want to make friends with you."

$200,000?

The receptionist's throat twitched, his eyes softened a lot, and he said, "As you know, it's the election period, and Mr. President's time is very tight."

"Yes, yes, I understand, I won't embarrass you."

Lu Qing sent another check: "I just want to take advantage of when Mr. President is free to meet me and have a few words."

Three... $300,000?

The receptionist looked at Lu Qing with the same eyes as he looked at his half-brother.

Pulling Lu Qing aside, he said cordially: "Mr. Chen, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's that the president is really busy these days, so tell me what you want to talk about with the president, and I will try to arrange it for you."

"Actually, I'm trying to help the president with a mock TV debate."

Lu Qing knew that this was almost the limit of what the receptionist could do, so he said with a serious expression, "You can ask the president three questions for me."

"Three questions? You say."

The receptionist nodded, took out a small notebook and began to take notes.

"First question: Do you really think this campaign is already in your pocket?"

Lu Qing said slowly.

"Well, I remember."

The receptionist said he had taken it down.

"Second question: When you ran for president in '88, you promised voters that you would not raise taxes, but why did you rebel and betray them and choose to raise taxes last year?"

Lu Qing said again.

「…… You're really bold, you dare to ask, okay, I remember it too, what about the third question?"

The receptionist shook his head and glanced at Lu Qing, then asked. ….

"The third question—"

Lu Qing smiled weirdly:

"I am a proud American citizen of what you have accomplished in leading the United States, and I am willing to give everything for the honor of my country—"

"However, I also know that in the past four years, my salary has dropped four times in a row, and I can't even afford to refuel it, and I don't want the dignity of a big country now, I just want the happiness of the small people, can you help me?"

Laugh at!

The pen recorded by the reception officer was poked a hole in the notebook by him at once, and he looked at Lu Qing with a shocked expression.

His question is too lethal.

It can be said that it poked at the weakness of the old George in power for four years!

Yes, everyone knows that in the past four years, the United States has completely eliminated the Soviet Union, a formidable adversary, and through a Gulf War, the United States has become a veritable world pole.

International prestige has reached the history of the founding of the country.

But!

The economic performance of the United States in the past four years can be described in four words - miserable!

Inflation has soared, unemployment has soared, fiscal deficits have soared, and the law and order environment has deteriorated......

In a word, in the eyes of many Americans, the United States at this time was a problem concentration camp.

The root cause of all this is naturally blamed by the people on the current government and its leader, President Buji.

"Sir, please leave these three questions to President Butji."

Lu Qing smiled at the receptionist and said.

"Good!"

Looking at Lu Qing's immature face, the receptionist at this time no longer had any contempt, and he nodded solemnly: "I will truthfully report your question to His Excellency the President, but I dare not guarantee what the President decides."

Wait until the receptionist leaves,

Waleed leaned over and said with a look of surprise:

"Okay, Chen, I didn't expect your eloquence to be so good, if I were the president, I would definitely meet you after hearing these three questions."

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