Before President Arthur signed the Pendleton Act in 1883, also known as the Civil Service Reform Act, the United States had a "fat sharing system" for hiring officials.

As former New York State Senator William Marcy said, "Stolen goods belong to the victors." ”

Official positions are treated as trophies, and politicians who come to power give back to their own party as gifts of support.

This system perfectly interprets the meaning of the four words "cronyism".

"We must look directly at the corruption of our own government, and civil service reform must continue! The selection of officials must pass a strict assessment! ”

On Union Square on 14th Street in New York.

Grover Cleveland, the current governor of New York and the only Democratic candidate in this election, is giving a speech to his supporters.

He is a burly man, with a stern eye and a resolute character.

During his tenure, the governor was known for his straightforwardness, hard work, and hard work.

At this time, the snow is beginning to clear, but the temperature is still very low.

The snow in the square was shoveled into the corner, and Cleveland supporters gathered in the middle of the square.

The hot breath from their mouths rises, creating a unique landscape.

Chen Jianqiu was wearing a mink coat and a beaver fur hat, with his left and right hands crossed in his cuffs, looking like an upstart.

The day before yesterday, he promised Astor to come and have a look.

I happened to have nothing to do today, so I walked a few streets with Holiday and walked to Union Square.

What Cleveland said, Chen Jianqiu was not very interested.

If the Republican Party has some overlap with him, he has never even met a few politicians from the Democratic Party.

He looked east and west.

"You're here!" Little Astor suddenly appeared behind Chen Jianqiu.

He wore gloves and played with a silver lighter, dressed as a nobleman.

"By the way, did you fund his election?" Chen Jianqiu took the lighter from his hand and asked suddenly.

Little Astor shook his head.

"Our family is a staunch Republican supporter. Still."

He made a silent gesture at Chen Jianqiu.

"Personally, I admire Mr. Cleveland so much that I personally have a very good personal relationship with him."

He didn't say how much he paid, but it was clear that he didn't give less.

Isn't that not going to put all your eggs in one basket?

Without his father's approval, can little Astor get a child out?

Chen Jianqiu didn't debunk it, he just continued to observe the speech scene.

As the first candidate of the Democratic Party and the current governor of New York.

Security at the lecture site in Cleveland appeared to be in place.

Although no uniformed staff members appeared, Chen Jianqiu's gaze had already met with several people in overcoats.

"Plainclothes in New York." Holiday whispered in Chen Jianqiu's ear, "We met with them when we first came to New York. ”

The Border Detective Agency's law enforcement license in New York has not cost Chen Jianqiu much money.

One of them went into the pockets of the NYPD.

Everything seems to be uneventful.

But Chen Jianqiu and Holiday saw their eyes fall on a person not far from the podium at the same time.

The man looked nervous, his head bowed, caught in the crowd, and his steps moved forward little by little.

His hands were always in his pockets, and he was never willing to take them out.

"That person" Holiday had just said halfway, but was stopped by Chen Jianqiu raising his hand.

Chen Jianqiu felt very strange.

By any measure, this man was too amateurish, if he was an Assassin.

Even if he didn't stop it, those plainclothes should be able to spot him.

"Aster, how many presidents or presidential candidates have been assassinated in the history of the United States?"

Chen Jianqiu turned his head sideways and asked.

Little Astor was indulging in Cleveland's speech at this time, and didn't pay much attention to Chen Jianqiu's words for a while.

He replied casually: "Counting President Garfield, who was killed at the train station a few years ago, it should be two; If not killed, three, President Jefferson escaped. ”

But he quickly reacted and slapped Chen Jianqiu on the shoulder.

Chen Jianqiu turned his head and saw little Aster's face full of horror.

"Chen, why did you suddenly remember to ask this?"

Chen Jianqiu pouted in the direction of that person.

Astor froze.

Even if he is as dull as him, he can see that there is something wrong with this person.

He was just about to open his mouth and shout loudly, but Chen Jianqiu grabbed his shoulder.

"Chen! Think of a way, or my hundreds of thousands of dollars will be in vain! ”

Aster's shoulder was pinned by Chen Jianqiu, and he could only plead.

But Chen Jianqiu didn't pay attention to him, but looked elsewhere.

"What are you panicking about?" Holiday said.

He pointed in the direction of the man.

Sure enough, several plainclothes men with expressionless faces were surrounding the man.

The police in New York also noticed this person.

The man had moved to the second row, just a few meters away from Cleveland, where he was speaking.

His expression became more nervous, and his lips began to tremble.

The plainclothes are getting faster and faster.

The man took a breath and looked up sharply, as if he had made up his mind.

His hand was withdrawn from his pocket.

The nearest plainclothes leaped forward and pounced on him.

However, the man still managed to complete the throwing move.

Something flew towards Cleveland, who was giving a speech.

Cleveland was on a long speech, but still caught a glimpse of something flying towards him.

An egg.

The governor of New York was quick and immediately dodged.

His dodging moves are deformed by the assailant's throwing motion when he is pounced.

The egg missed and smashed into the Washington statue behind Cleveland.

Poor Father of the Nation wet his pants, and the egg liquid ran to his feet, emitting a foul smell.

The attackers had been pressed under four or five plainclothes bodies.

His head was pressed against his knees, and he let out a hysterical roar:

"Damn Southerners, why are you depriving us of our welfare!"

His coat was ripped open, revealing the tram company uniform inside.

Just a few months ago, Cleveland, the governor of New York, had just vetoed a proposal to limit the working hours of Trolley Company employees to twelve hours.

Although the expected gunshots did not ring out, there was some confusion at the scene.

Many people craned their necks and looked in the direction of the change.

Most of these people are supporters of Cleveland.

When they saw the rotten eggs on the statue of Washington, they became angry.

If it weren't for the attackers being crushed under the crowd, I am afraid that they would be beaten by these people.

Cleveland, who had been attacked, looked in the direction of the attacker, thinking of what words to use to ease the embarrassment of being attacked.

Little Ace also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, a false alarm." He just wanted to pat Chen Jianqiu on the shoulder.

He was stunned to find that the man in front of him was gone.

Chen Jianqiu was walking towards the crowd on the other side, his gloved hands hanging down beside him, still playing with his lighter repeatedly.

Suddenly, he raised his arm, and the silver lighter in his hand flew out, past the ears of several people, and flew towards a man in a hat.

The man was pulling his hand out of his pocket.

And what he was holding in his hand was a revolver.

(End of chapter)