Chicago 1990

After demonstrating the deep political and business strength of the Michele couple to the outside world for the first time, Milton Davis and Axelrod hurriedly left and went to a showdown with Alice Palmer.

Until the buffet meeting ended, there was still no outcome, and Alice Palmer seemed unwilling to give up.

Song Ya thought about it from her standpoint, and she was indeed suffocated. The black politics in Chicago had me going to run for the House of Representatives. Now I have everything ready and everything is ready. As a result, I met Jesse Jackson. Son, you all turned to each other?

It's okay if you turn over, why?Not even my original Illinois Senator?Then I was going to sell my life for the organization, and I was betrayed by the friendly army. In the end, even the base camp was ransacked by my own people. The tossing resulted in the sudden death of empty-handed political future?

Who can stand this!

"Aplus, will you go to my campaign headquarters and wait?" Michelle's husband sent the guests away. All that was left was his campaign team and some close social connections. The number of people was still quite large, and many of them were still prestigious in Chicago. character.

As top students of Harvard Law School, Michelle and his wife have a huge legal network behind them. Well-known black people in Chicago, affirmative lawyers and even the title partners of the law firm are their staunch supporters, and Michelle The network of relationships accumulated over many years of leadership of charity and affirmative organizations, once this kind of energy bursts into campaign affairs, it must not be underestimated.

"Well, idle is idle."

Song Ya feels that he is well-informed, but this time he is a bit miserable. Originally, he spent a little money and then used his influence in South City to directly help crush the past. It was easy to get an Illinois congressman, but At present, even without himself, the probability of Michelle’s husband running for the Senate of Illinois is still very high.

He compared it in his mind. This battle did not lose to Underwood's election for the House of Representatives. The only difference was that the percentage of whites on Underwood's side was much higher.

Looking at the watch, it was almost twelve o'clock, but he still wanted to observe for a while.

"Let's go then." Now, Michelle's husband himself is the most optimistic, grinning and helping his wife get the coat.

Not far from his campaign headquarters, he rented an office facing the street not far from Hyde Park. The general conditions of this temporary headquarters would be a bit rudimentary. The entrance is a very large office area with rows of tables full of tables. Every inch of usable space is wasted. The most important electrical appliance on each table is the telephone, and there is more than one, because now it is the most effective and cheapest method to call door to door to collect votes and conduct polls.

The staff are all off work. Naturally, temporary workers are also used in the temporary headquarters. They spend money to recruit people when the campaign is over. Many of them are loyal supporters of politicians to volunteer work. Some parents also let their teenage children. Come to help answer the phone and experience the political atmosphere, or accumulate the resume when applying for college, so the former Federal Representative Mel Reynolds can easily assault underage girls in this environment.

"Here."

Following the wall with posters full of his bust and the American flag, Michelle’s husband led everyone to the end and entered his office. Through the glass, the hall outside was unobstructed, and there was more inside. A fax machine and a few file cabinets are just a few. On the table are some photo frames of him, his wife and dignitaries.

"When is this?"

Song Ya picked up the photo frame of herself and Mariah Carey with them and asked.

"The year before last? The time you got engaged, it was in Highland Park." Michelle recalled.

"Oh." Song Ya looked at the bright smiles of the four people, and put down the photo frame a little melancholy.

"Is it convenient for my granddaughter to bring your and your wife's signature aplus?" Mikva smiled: "She admires you very much."

"No problem." Celebrities often encounter this kind of request, and they have autographed photos at home.

There were a lot of people and the office couldn't fit in, so everyone went outside and chatted. Except for themselves, everyone else basically had a legal background, including Mikwa, a law expert with rich experience.

These lawyers who are more politically inclined and affirmative are concerned about major issues, that is, the current popular ethical and political differences in the United States. Song Ya and Old Mike casually found a seat and listened silently.

Michelle and his wife were absentminded, they were still concerned about Alice Palmer's reaction, and tension was inevitable during the first campaign.

"Taraji? What's the matter?"

Just a little sleepy, the phone rang, and he went out to answer it.

"You are going to shoot an MV tomorrow, oh no, it's today after twelve."

Taraji said: "Come back early and rest."

"I know, wait a minute." I wanted to go back without waiting, seeing Milton Davis and Axelrod getting out of the car from a distance.

"Alice Palmer refused to give in." They brought back bad news.

"Damn it," Mikva cursed.

Now it’s troublesome. Michelle’s husband will fight a fierce election battle with the former congressman of the district in the Donkey Party’s primary election stage. If he is still a black female congressman, even if he wins, he will easily lose the favor of many voters.

"What shall we do?" Michelle asked.

"Can't start the fight, Alice Palmer's attitude just now, she definitely intends to tear out all the hidden secrets of these dispatches within the Donkey Party."

Axelrod said: "There is only one solution right now, to kill her directly at the stage of qualifying for the election."

"What do you mean?" Song Ya asked in confusion, everyone seemed to understand.

"In order to be eligible for the election, a member of Parliament must obtain a certain number of signatures from supporters. As long as Alice Palmer can't get enough signatures, she will not be on the stage against us." Axelrod replied: "This will prevent the two parties from directly becoming opponents."

But this is more cruel to Alice Palmer, right?A former constituency member who runs for re-election can't even get thousands of signatures?That is tantamount to directly declaring that she will be worthless to the party in the future, and that her political life is truly over.It is not easy to achieve this devastating effect.

"Political wrestling is always cruel."

Axelrod seemed to read Song Ya’s heart, but he actually told the Michelle and his wife. They seem to be unable to do the facelessness and emotions of Underwood and Peter. A little bit down, Axelrod encouraged: "Don’t show any cheap sympathy to your opponent, even if this opportunity was once given by Alice Palmer, and she is back to choose now, that is our enemy, we It doesn't matter how much she has been wronged in this matter."

"Don't think too much. If you take this path, you will face even more difficult moral dilemmas in the future. The donations from South Bank Bank and myself will be in place soon. Everyone is willing to support you with all their strength and concentrate on the campaign."

Milton Davis took Michelle’s husband’s hand, “I’m getting older, and I’m going home early to rest.”

"Me too." Song Ya learned that they shook hands with the Michele couple and said two words of support, "I believe you can do it."

"Thank you, thank you." Michelle's husband was very moved, and clenched his hands. "If it wasn't for your song be what you wanna be...Forget it, don't say this, good night, aplus."

"good night."