Banquet, celebration scene—

On the rostrum, Bill Clinton stood on the top and delivered a speech: "The reason why I was able to run smoothly this time was that in addition to the trust and support of everyone in the party, there were also generous donations from everyone here."

"Now, although we have won, the real victory has not yet arrived - in the next few years of my rule, I will keep in mind the teachings given by my predecessors in the party, lead the Democratic Party to a higher level, serve the United States of America and the American people!"

Clinton took the manuscript to give a speech this time, and there were a large group of men and women in precious clothes standing below.

Men are all wearing suits and ties, with hair spray on their hair, and the suit colors are also black and gray. This steady tone is the main one, and only a few are ostentatious, wearing white and red suits.

Compared with the conservative clothes of men, the ladies present were all dressed in heavy makeup and jewels, and their clothes were all slits. They were slits at the front and slits at the back, red, black, and white. They were used in all colors. The backless outfits and breast outfits competed for each other, which made many men at the scene dazzled and commented on these sexy girls.

The music on the scene is also elegant violin and piano, including famous songs such as "Blue Danube", "To Alice", and "Sernery".

Melodious music rippled in my ears, colorful lights decorated the entire banquet scene, and the nose was smelling all kinds of perfumes on women - rose dew, mint fragrance, and a faint jasmine smell.

The wine is also extremely rich, including refreshing gin, mint wine that is sweet and sour, and of course, there are also strong brandy, whiskey, etc. If you don’t like this wine, you can ask the bartender to make a drink of your favorite cocktail, "Margaret", "Mexican Sunrise", and the "Desert Storm" that is specially prepared for tonight, which satirizes Bush's defeat of the election.

"I like this cocktail very much!" A fat white man praised with orchid fingers and holding the "Desert Storm" cocktail.

Next to him is his woman - a young and beautiful golden cat who can be a fat granddaughter.

At this moment, Bill Clinton, who had just finished his speech, was deliberately "serving" this fat guy.

It turns out that this fat guy was named "James", nicknamed "Wall Street Fat Cat". He is a famous financial tycoon. This time, he invested 5 million US dollars to help Bill participate in the election. Therefore, Bill is so respectful and treats him so particularly favorably.

"Thank you for your praise - it's my honor to enjoy the drinks here." Bill smiled brightly, knowing that the person in front of him could not afford to offend him.

"Haha, Bill, you are really good at speaking. Although you have become president, you are still so humble."

"Should, without your help from James, I'm likely to be out of the election, right?"

"Haha, you're too polite." The fat man James looked proud, as if he was gone without him, Bill would really not be the president.

"To be honest, my dear Bill, I didn't really like you at the beginning. After all, you are too young and your opponent is too strong." James put down his wine glass, bite a big cigar, spit out smoke at Bill, and said in a smog manner.

Bill felt that the other party's cigar was a little choking, but he didn't say anything, just covered his nose with his hands.

"But in the end I bought you and funded you five million dollars - God, even I couldn't imagine that I would spend so much money to support you. To tell me why, maybe it was fate, maybe it was my optimism for you!"

"You know, I am in financial business. People like us are the most accurate in judging people, and this time they are the same!" James pointed at Bill's nose with a cigar in his arms, "You are a talent, and now you are a president. In the future, you will become a powerful person in the United States. I hope our friendship will survive in the future. What do you think?" James asked with a smile.

"Of course, our friendship will last forever." Bill Yan was insincere and began to hate this person who had helped him.

This fat pig doesn’t understand what “occasion” is, what is: “property”. Do you really think it’s great to have money? Damn it!

Just as Bill was whispering, someone stepped forward and said something gently in his ear.

Bill's expression changed suddenly, and then hurriedly said to James: "I'm sorry, I have an important guest to meet, I'm lost my companion!" After that, he didn't bother to greet James, and handed the wine glass he had not yet taken a few sips to the person who sent the message. Then, he left the celebration scene.

The fat man James looked surprised. He was actually put on a pigeon - damn, I just said that he was an extremely important person. Could it be that there is someone more important than him?

Who is that person?

Damn it!

Fatty James, angry.

...

Grand Hotel, Luxury VIP Room—

VIP rooms like this are usually arranged for those that are inconvenient to show up during celebrations and are required to rest important people.

At this moment, Bill Clinton hurried to the door of the VIP room and was about to push the door and enter. After thinking about it, he calmed down his mind. He pulled the collar, checked the buttons of his shirt again, sorted out his custom-made suit with black polyester material, and then he buckled his fingers and knocked on the door.

Immediately, a sound came from the room: "Please come in!"

Bill heard the sound, then took a deep breath and pushed the door in.

As soon as I entered, a very pleasant violin sound came from my ears. I carefully identified it, but it was a very famous song "Liang Zhu".

The huge VIP room is luxurious and luxurious. The famous copy of Van Gogh's "Sunflower" on the wall is worth tens of thousands of dollars.

Let’s look at the exquisite wine cabinets made of glass, with gorgeous colors, like a large piece of blue gemstone. The most popular ones on the wine cabinet are Lafite from 1982, as well as other red and white wines.

On the Italian leather sofa, there was a man sitting upright, with his eyes closed, holding a glass of red Bordeaux wine in one hand, and gently catering to the rhythm of the violin with the other hand, intoxicated.

Behind this person, there was a man standing in a disharmonious manner with the surrounding environment, a stern Chinese man with a stern face and glasses.

The man was also wearing a black suit and carrying a briefcase in his hand, looking like an official "office worker".

Seeing the young man who was intoxicated with music, Bill did not dare to interrupt him, so he found a seat and sat down opposite the young man.

After sitting down and waiting for a while, Bill felt a little bored and was about to reach out and pour himself a glass of red wine to ease the atmosphere. Who knew that accidentally, the bottle touched the wine glass and made a jingle sound.

Bill was shocked and quickly looked up to see the man opposite him.

The man was awakened and opened his eyes.

Seeing Bill, the other party raised his sword eyebrows and smiled slightly: "Hello, Mr. President!"

Bill: "…"

Then he sat up straight and said, "Hello, Mr. Song!"
Chapter completed!