In a villa in Anga, two men are sitting on the sofa opposite each other, and the coffee table in the middle is full of recent newspapers and various election materials.
Okesi looked at the documents in his hand quietly, frowning from time to time.
The black man in the suit sitting across from him was named McDonald, an international person from North America named "Black Voice". From their name, it is not difficult to guess what kind of nature this organization is.
I heard that they are supported by a company on Wall Street.
Okesi also heard that they are behind the White House.
But who cares?
At least Okesi doesn't care.
However, their request this time is really too embarrassing.
"...hasn't you finished reading it?" Seeing Okesi for a long time without responding, McDonald whispered, "There is only one paragraph in the revision, that is, at the end of your campaign platform: promise to amend during the term of office. The Constitution of the year promotes the abolition of the Defense Outsourcing Act and the withdrawal of defense contracting rights from military contractors such as the Star Ring Trade."
"This is not the same as the beginning. We said that it is not only the promotion of the Black Immigration Protection Act?" Okesi patted the document in his hand and frowned. "Now there is only one poll left." In the next two months, you let me suddenly add a constitutional amendment to the campaign platform. Then I will explain to my supporters why I am temporarily changing?"
"I know this is outside the contract," McDonald said faintly, beckoning the secretary behind him. "So we prepared a reward outside the contract."
Standing next to the secretary behind him, he put his hand on the newspaper and campaign documents full of coffee tables.
“Here is S$5 million and it is the deposit we are going to prepay to you.”
The black suitcase opened, the fragrance of the oily paper ink floated down the wind, looking at the bundle of banknotes inside, Okesi subconsciously widened his eyes and swallowed.
"You will completely mess up my election..."
On one side is five million Singapore dollars, and on the other is the throne of the president.
Okesi’s eyes flashed a sigh of relief.
McDonald grinned and shook his head. He took out a cigar from his arms and asked the secretary to help him and slammed it on his mouth.
Spit a cigarette ring, he looked at the hesitant Okesi, said faintly.
"Do you think that you have added one less, you have hope to defeat Zhang Yaping supported by the Star Trade? Don't dream, there is no drama with our support."
Okesi’s face is a bit ugly, and whoever is underestimated is not willing to accept it. What's more, he still has a small support rate in some of the whites. The recent "James incident" has increased his support rate so much that he even thought that he had no choice but to vote on the day of the March vote. The power of war.
However, this McDonald said that he did not play at all, which made him quite dissatisfied.
But this dissatisfaction can only be hidden in his heart. After all, the gold lord oppositely shoulders almost 80% of his campaign expenses.
"Since you have no confidence in me, why are you betting on me?" Looking at the expressionless McDonald, Okesi whispered, concealing his dissatisfaction.
"I am not investing in you, but the paper in your hands," McDonald pointed to the paper in his hand with a cigar.
"This paper is worth nothing before I become president."
When he heard O'Keesey, McDonald snorted.
"Isn't it worth it? I have been a lobbyist for more than a decade. I know better than you that something is really worthless."
"If someone asks, someone will add it, and finally it will be perfected. If citizens don't know that they can have such rights, they can still fight for these rights by voting, then all the work can't be done. ""
"We have enough patience. If we go on step by step, we can use 20 years, 30 years or even longer to transform this country into a normal country and then develop normal diplomatic relations with it instead of Now, diplomatic negotiations are not like diplomatic negotiations, they are all about business."
"And you don't need to take care of this. You just need to stand in front of the people of the new country for us. Let us know by the general election, how much they can get..."
Speaking of this, McDonald stopped his words, leaned forward slightly, arms on his knees, eyes staring at Okesi sitting opposite. "Now, tell me, do you deserve us to continue investing in you?" value."
Okesi swallowed.
After a lot of battles with the heavens, his clenched fists clenched and slowly loosened, and finally nodded.
"I understand."
McDonald smiled and stood up.
"It seems that you made the right choice, then I will not bother you."
After leaving this sentence, he gestured to the secretary behind him and walked in the direction of the door.
At the door, McDonald stopped and looked back at Okesi, who was sitting on the couch and meditating, happily.
"I will avoid contact with you in the next two months. I hope that when I return to Washington, I can see your good news from the newspaper. So Mr. O'Keesey, I wish you all the best in the March election."
He said, he smiled and took care of the collar of the suit and pushed the door of the entrance.
However, at the moment the door was pushed open, the expression on his face and his footsteps solidified together.
I saw him in front of him, two men in black suits standing at the door and looking at him. Behind the two men, there were still about a dozen policemen and six or seven reporters with cameras. I don't know when the whole villa has been surrounded by police cars and media OB vans.
"I'm sorry, Mr. MacDonald, I'm afraid you can't go back to Washington." The man in the suit took out an arrest warrant from his arms, which was stamped with the seal of the New National Court. "We received the report and you were included. Allegations of 21 charges, including bribery, manipulation of elections, and espionage."
Cold sweat slipped from the corner of McDonald's.
Looking at the man standing in front of his eyes, he squeezed a word out of his mouth for a long time.
"This is filthy..."
"Is it filthy soon, we will know." The man in the suit shrugged and gestured to the policeman behind him.
......
Sitting in the living room, Okesi was still staring at the box of bills on the table.
The bundle of banknotes made him a little dizzy.
He has never seen so much money in his life, and the money is only a deposit of 10% of the total compensation...
The trembling fingers touched the box of banknotes.
However, just as he swallowed and tried to count the pile of money, the living room porch was a roar.
"You can't do this! I warn you that your actions violate international conventions! Stop, damn! Do you know who I am? I am"
The intensive footsteps interrupted his reverie of the yacht, the private beach, and the blonde. When he saw the arrest warrant printed on the seal of the New Kingdom Court, the police emblem of the New National Police, and the camera of the media, his face was I lost my blood in an instant.
At this moment, his heart almost stopped shrinking.
Without any resistance, Okesi, who was as dead as he was, obediently reached out and let the police put on his handcuffs.
The resistance has lost its meaning.
He is very clear that his political and therapeutic career has come to an end...