Chapter 1,239 5 Million and Candidates

In a certain villa on Anga Island, two men were sitting on the sofa opposite each other. The coffee table in the middle was piled with recent newspapers and various election materials.

O'Casey looked at the document in his hand quietly, frowning from time to time.

The black man in a suit sitting opposite him was named McDonald, and he came from an international human rights organization called "Black Voice" in North America. Judging from their names, it is not difficult to guess what kind of nature this organization is.

I heard they were backed by a certain Wall Street firm.

O'Casey also heard that the White House was behind them.

But who cares?

At least O'Casey doesn't care.

However, their request this time is really too embarrassing.

"...haven't you read it yet?" Seeing that O'Casey didn't respond for a long time, McDonald said softly, "Actually, there is only one paragraph that needs to be revised, which is to add one at the end of your campaign platform: promise to revise 16 times during your term. Constitution, promote the repeal of the Defense Outsourcing Act and take back defense contracting rights from military contractors such as Star Circle Trading.”

"This is different from what we agreed at the beginning. Didn't we only agree to promote the Black Immigration Guarantee Act?" O'Casey clapped the document in his hand with the back of his hand and frowned, "Now there is only one left until the general election voting day. In the next two months, you ask me to suddenly add a constitutional amendment to my campaign platform? And then explain to my supporters why I changed my mind at the last minute?”

"I know this is outside the contract," McDonald said calmly, waving to the secretary behind him, "so we prepared compensation outside the contract."

The secretary standing behind him stepped forward and placed his handbag on the newspapers and campaign documents covering the coffee table.

"Here is S$5 million, which is also the deposit we are going to pay you in advance."

The black suitcase was opened, and the fragrance of oil, paper and ink drifted down the wind. Looking at the bundles of banknotes inside, O'Casey subconsciously widened his eyes and swallowed.

"You're going to totally screw up my election..."

On one side is S$5 million and on the other side is the president's throne.

A flash of struggle flashed in O'Casey's eyes.

MacDonald grinned, shook his head, took out a cigar from his arms, and asked his secretary to light it for him.

Hold it in your mouth.

After blowing out a smoke ring, he looked at the hesitant O'Casey and said calmly.

"Do you think you can defeat Zhang Yaping who is supported by Star Ring Trading if you add this one less thing? Stop dreaming. You have no chance with our support."

O'Casey's face looked a little ugly. Whoever was underestimated would definitely feel uncomfortable. What's more, he still has a lot of support among some white leftists. The recent "James Incident" has increased his support a lot, so much so that he even somewhat arrogantly believed that he was not without a vote on the day of the March vote. The power of war.

However, this MacDonald said that he had no chance at all, which made him quite dissatisfied.

But he could only keep this dissatisfaction in his heart. After all, the sponsor opposite him had almost 80% of his campaign funds.

"Since you have no confidence in me, why are you betting on me?" Looking at the expressionless McDonald, O'Casey said softly, vaguely expressing his dissatisfaction.

"I'm not investing in you, I'm investing in this piece of paper in your hand," MacDonald pointed to the document in his hand with his cigar.

"This piece of paper is worthless until I become president."

McDonald grinned after hearing O'Casey's words.

"Worthless? I have been a lobbyist for more than ten years. I know better than you what is truly worthless."

"Someone has to propose it, and then someone has to add to it, and finally it has to be perfected. If citizens don't know that they can have such rights and that they can fight for these rights for themselves through voting, then all the work will be impossible. .”

"We have enough patience. As long as we go step by step, we can use twenty, thirty or even longer years to transform this country into a normal country and then develop normal diplomatic relations with it, instead of being like Just like now, diplomatic negotiations are not like diplomatic negotiations, but completely like business negotiations."

"And you don't need to worry about this. You just need to stand in front of the people of the new country for us and use the election as an opportunity to tell them how much they can get..."

At this point, McDonald stopped talking, leaned forward slightly, rested his arms on his knees, and stared at O'Casey sitting opposite, "Now, tell me, are you worthy of our continued investment in you?" value."

O'Casey swallowed.

After a battle between heaven and man, he clenched and slowly unclenched his clenched fists, and finally nodded.

"I see."

MacDonald smiled and stood up.

"It seems you made the right choice, so I won't bother you anymore."

After leaving these words, he gestured to the secretary behind him and walked towards the door.

At the door, McDonald stopped, turned back to look at O'Casey, who was sitting on the sofa in deep thought, and said happily.

"I will avoid contact with you for the next two months. I hope that when I return to Washington, I can read your good news in the newspapers. So Mr. O'Casey, I wish you all the best in the March election."

As he spoke, he straightened the collar of his suit with a smile and opened the entrance door.

However, the moment the door opened, the expression on his face and his footsteps froze together.

In front of him, he saw two men in black suits standing at the door looking at him. Behind the two men, there were about a dozen policemen and six or seven reporters carrying cameras. I don’t know since when, the entire villa has been surrounded by police cars and media broadcast trucks.

"I'm sorry, Mr. McDonald, I'm afraid you won't be able to return to Washington." The man in a suit took out an arrest warrant from his arms, stamped with the seal of the New Zealand Court, "We have received a report that you have been arrested, including 21 charges including vote bribery, election manipulation, and espionage.”

Cold sweat ran down McDonald's temples.

Looking at the man standing in front of him, it took him a long time to squeeze out a word from his mouth.

"This is slander..."

"We'll find out soon if it's slander." The man in a suit shrugged and gestured to the policeman behind him.

…

Sitting in the living room, O'Casey was still staring at the box of banknotes on the table.

The bundles 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 remuneration...

Trembling fingers touched the box of banknotes.

However, just when he was swallowing his saliva and planning to count the pile of money, a roar came from the entrance of the living room.

"You can't do this! I'm warning you, your behavior violates international conventions! Stop, damn it! Do you know who I am? I am -"

The sound of dense footsteps interrupted his reverie of yachts, private beaches, and blonde beauties. When he saw the arrest warrant stamped with the seal of the New Zealand Court, the badge of the New Zealand police, and the media cameras, his face changed. He instantly lost his color.

At this moment, his heart almost stopped contracting.

Without any resistance, O'Casey, who was ashen-faced, reached out his hand obediently and let the police put handcuffs on him.

Resistance has lost its meaning.

He knew very well that his political career had come to an end...