After Chen Jianqiu put down the phone, he planned to visit Councillor Hawke.

The relationship between him and this congressman can be regarded as a gentleman's friendship and acquaintance, but the relationship is not deep.

Hao Ke is very upright, but he is also very stubborn, and Chen Jianqiu has his own way of dealing with this kind of person.

He didn't bring any money or expensive gifts, he just carried his small bag.

Hawke received Chen Jianqiu in his office.

Unlike the Diao in the House of Commons in the United Kingdom, the House of Representatives in the United States have their own offices on Capitol Hill.

As the "nail household" of the House of Representatives, Hawke's office reveals a sense of precipitation of time.

After all, other people's offices often change hands, and his office has been hiss for more than ten years, and has not changed.

Hauk didn't let Chen Jianqiu go to his house.

He thought that he had always done things above board, and there was no need to hide it, so he let Chen Jianqiu come to his office in full view of the parliamentarians.

"Mr. Chen, what is the matter with you coming to me today?" Hauk stood up from his seat and said to Chen Jianqiu.

"Oh, Mr. Hawke, I am here to thank you on behalf of the Chinese for your recent remarks in Parliament." Chen Jianqiu stretched out his hand, "By the way, I will send you a gift on their behalf." ”

Hauke's expression was a little proud.

"Mr. Chen, I didn't say those words in the parliament for anyone, let alone ask for anything in return."

"I'm just a shame on a country where democracy, freedom and equality are the foundation of the country, and it's a shame for such a bill to appear! I don't want the right voice to be buried, and I don't want this country to lose its soul forever! ”

"You misunderstand, Mr. Hawke."

Chen Jianqiu took out a piece of paper folded several times from his care and handed it to Hauke's hand.

Hauk hesitated for a moment, then opened the paper.

This is a joint letter expressing gratitude to Hawke.

Under the letter, there are hundreds of Chinese names in different handwritings.

"The signatures were all representatives of Chinese in the United States, some of them were workers, some were farmers, some were businessmen, some were doctors and teachers, and some were students studying at Stanford University."

"When you spoke up in the House of Representatives eighteen years ago, some of them were swaddling babies and are now adults!"

Chen Jianqiu pointed to the names below and said to Hauk.

"We all sincerely thank you, maybe you don't think this is a thing worth writing about, but in the eyes of those of us in the United States, it is a torch in the dark."

"There are still people in this country who were willing to speak for the disadvantaged 18 years ago, and they are still 18 years later, which shows that the conscience of the United States has not been completely extinguished."

"We know that you don't ask for anything in return, but the Chinese community will always remember those who have been kind to them."

Hauke looked at these dense names, and for a while he didn't know what to say.

He was impressed.

In fact, he did not have a particularly deep understanding of the Chinese, nor did he have too many contacts, even Wang Qingfu, who was also in the House of Representatives.

Gratitude is a virtue.

People who help others can do so without asking for anything in return, but no one wants the story of the farmer and the snake to come to them.

"I'll keep this gift as well, thank you."

The councillor put away the joint letter and shook Chen Jianqiu's outstretched hand.

He sighed and said regretfully, "It's just a pity that it didn't work out in the end." ”

"I got angry with Mr. President, and he told me that it shouldn't be a big problem, but I didn't expect that the resistance in the House of Representatives would be so great in the end!"

"Mr. President did it on purpose."

Chen Jianqiu said suddenly.

His voice was not loud, but it struck Hawke's ears like a thunderbolt.

He fell into deep thought.

"The same is true of the military reform plan proposed by the War Department before your proposal."

"Mr. President doesn't really want these two proposals to pass, but he doesn't want to openly stand on the opposite side until he can't figure out the depth behind them, so he asked you to send these two proposals to the House of Representatives without prior communication."

"Behind the former is the army, and behind the latter is me and the Chinese community."

"Neither of these, he doesn't want to tear his face for the time being, especially if he doesn't have enough support."

Chen Jianqiu said indifferently.

"So, we're sold?" Hauke frowned.

"Sort of." Chen Jianqiu patted Hauke on the shoulder, "However, as long as our goal is firm, there will be no problem." ”

"We should make this country better, not worse."

Chen Jianqiu looked out the window and suddenly laughed: "But it's okay like this, there will definitely be cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods coming out." ”

McKinley wasn't sure if his careful thinking could hide from Chen Jianqiu, but at least for now, Chen Jianqiu shouldn't have a way to challenge him.

The president intended to determine Hannah's attitude first.

He was keenly aware that his former hardcore ally seemed to be different from before.

The senators arrived as promised.

"Hannah, do you think the military reform plan will pass in the Senate?"

In the president's office in the White House, President McKinley stared at Hannah, who was sitting in front of him, and asked.

"I think it might need to be revised, and the issues raised in the House of Representatives will be confronted in the Senate as well." Hannah replied quickly, as if after a long period of thought, "The direction is right, but the details need to be polished." ”

McKinley touched his chin and asked a second question: "If the military reform plan is never passed, will it have an impact on our next general election?" ”

The veins in Hannah's temples swelled.

His voice softened suddenly.

"William, on the issue of the general election, I have always supported you."

But then he changed his tune:

"But, William, you have to know that the military reform plan involves the future of the United States, so it has to be passed."

McKinley nodded.

He had already gotten the answer he wanted from Hannah.

Hannah will still support him, but he also has his own interests.

He even represented the opinion of many elites in the Republican Party.

The president watched his old partner leave the office.

His head began to hurt.

Damn Chen Jianqiu.

Could it be that the tentacles of this Chinese power have reached his old partner?

The president felt a chill run down his spine.

But if his old partner Hanna is no longer as close as he is, who else in the Republican Party can be trusted?

McKinley suddenly thought of the envelope stamped with the Freemasonry.

It was that letter that gave myself a reminder.

Freemasonry?

McKinley knew about the organization, but he was not a member of it.

Since they sent this letter to themselves, it means that some of them are also on the opposite side of Chen Jianqiu.

The enemy of the enemy is naturally a friend.

Is it possible to form an alliance with them?

Just as the president was holding his chin in his hands, he was lost in thought.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

The door opened, and a head appeared in the doorway.

It was the president's secretary, George W. B. Kotlieu.

"Mr. President, Congressman Cahill wants to see you."

McKinley looked up and glanced at his secretary, his eyes a little confused.

Councillor Cahill?

This person is a senator from Ohio.

Ohio is Rockefeller's territory, and the man is said to have had a close relationship with the oil tycoon.

What does it mean that he came to the White House to see him at this time?

"Let him in." McKinley thought for a moment and said.

The secretary's head retracted.

The door was opened.

After a while, the secretary appeared at the gate with Cahill.

McKinley waved at Kotliu, motioning for him to leave, then closing the office door.

When there were only two people left in the office, Cahill expressed his intentions.

"On behalf of Mr. Rockefeller, I convey to you, Mr. President, some of his thoughts." The councillor said.

"What thoughts?" The president crossed his fingers and placed it on his large antique desk.

"Mr. Rockefeller believes that the Chinese clique, headed by Chen Jianqiu, is becoming a threat to the Federation, and he hopes that the president will consider taking measures sooner." Cahill was blunt.

"Oh? Is it? Is there any basis for this? You see, his words are not only against a person, but also against a race. ”

The president asked, looking intently at Cahill.

Who knew that Cahill wouldn't accept the offer at all.

"You should know better than we do about this issue, Mr. President." "As long as you stand firm, the Rockefellers and Freemasons will support you as the next president," he said. He will bear all the costs of the campaign. ”

"Mr. Rockefeller should know that only a united Republican Party can be competitive, and I will not divide opinion within the party for these little things." McKinley still didn't let up.

"You're overthinking, Mr. President." A smile tugged at Cahill's lips, "As long as Freemasonry is on your side, the presidency will not be sidelined." ”

McKinley was noncommittal.

"I'm just conveying Mr. Rockefeller's meaning, and when I'm done, I can go." Cahill stood up and turned to leave

"Next time, just let Mr. Rockefeller come and say something directly, and don't need to send photos and letters anonymously." The president's voice suddenly rang out behind him.

Cahill's footsteps paused.

"Okay, Mr. President, I'll bring your words."

Cahill, who came out of the White House, hung up the phone with Rockefeller when he returned to his office.

Rockefeller was not at his headquarters in Cleveland at this time.

He was inspecting one of his new refineries in New York State.

The chimneys stand in the factory area, and the black smoke rising from the chimneys floats into the air, which has a sense of the beauty of the industrial age.

Rockefeller put his hands behind his back and shuttled through the factory in the company of everyone.

Mr. Chen's Ford company was selling its cars everywhere, but the substitution of horse-drawn carriages had once again boosted its own oil refining.

Originally, the only thing people bought most was kerosene, but now there is a demand for gasoline.

The stone tycoon couldn't help but want to laugh.

Chen Jianqiu, Chen Jianqiu, you also have times when you are confused.

While Rockefeller was in a state of flux, his assistant ran up from the direction of the office building, put it to his ear, and whispered to him about Cahill's situation.

Rockefeller turned around and waved at the group behind him, motioning for them to go back first.

"Has the president decided to ally with us?" He asked, tilting his head.

"It should be understandable." The assistant thought for a moment and replied, "He doesn't seem to have any other choice." ”

Rockefeller was very satisfied.

Today seems like a good thing.

"I have prepared a lot of 'gifts' for Chen Jianqiu, don't worry, play with him first, let's play slowly." The oil tycoon couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

"The president also said," the assistant continued.

"What else?"

"He told you to stop sending him anonymous photos."

"Photos? Anonymity? What the hell? Hearing the assistant say this, Rockefeller was confused, "I've never sent him any photos!" ”

He looked at the assistant: "You sent it?" ”

The assistant shook his head.

However, while the stone tycoon was still pondering, someone trotted over from the office building.

He brought "good news".

Standard Oil Trust, in New York State, was prosecuted.

The reason was that they violated the Antitrust Act of 1890.

The targets of the indictment are all Standard Oil plants and companies in New York State, including the refinery he inspected today.

His 'gift' hadn't been given to Chen Jianqiu yet, and Chen Jianqiu's 'gift' to him was sent first. (End of chapter)