I started out as a criminal, and the police relied on me to solve countless cases.

Chapter 289 Native Dog
Washington is not a modern city like New York, nor is it a sprawling rural area like Los Angeles.

The place is not big, and the population of the District of Columbia is only around 600,000, which is equivalent to the level of a county town in China.

But there are many officials here, and wealthy businessmen can be seen everywhere.

Politics is always the most expensive game, especially in the capital stronghold.

The 435 members of the House of Representatives and the 100 seats in the Senate control all the policies of this kingdom on earth, and in a broad sense, they also determine the fate of the eight billion people on this planet.

Political families have always been the invisible natives here, and like the electors of the Holy Roman Empire, they control the top resources in various industries.

On weekends, the Monument Square is crowded with people.

After walking out of the House of Representatives on Capitol Hill for a few minutes, the noisy atmosphere suddenly quieted down.

This Chinese restaurant located on the House of Representatives side of Capitol Hill in Washington, the capital of the United States, has a great background. It is a well-known Chinese restaurant - "Dynasty".

The ancient European-style buildings are paired with traditional Chinese facades, which looks extremely harmonious.

This imperial restaurant has an inconspicuous appearance, so ordinary people don't have many opportunities to enter. The prices are quite outrageous and reservations are required.

On certain special days, such as when entertaining important people, a wooden sign indicating that the restaurant is closed will be hung on the door.

Every noon, assistants to congressmen, lobbyists from public relations companies, and diplomats from various countries come in succession. The restaurant, which can accommodate hundreds of people, is often full, so people are accustomed to calling this Chinese restaurant the "Congressman's Restaurant."

The well-dressed gentlemen ate authentic Chinese food that could not be found outside, and talked enthusiastically about how to deal with their enemies, which was the hometown of these exquisite dishes.

Colonel White and General Bolton, dressed in casual clothes, walked through the main hall of the Dynasty Restaurant, which could accommodate hundreds of people at the same time.

Going up to the second floor, you will reach the VIP room of the Dynasty Restaurant. The staircase and corridor are in the usual American style, low-key and practical!
The walls of the second floor are covered with photos of members of the House and Senate who have eaten here.

"Colonel, that's the famous Hillary Clinton. I heard that this woman is going to run for president."

Colonel Bolton had a gray beard. He held onto the stairs and pointed with a pout at the blonde woman in a blue dress on the wall.

"General, this crazy woman has killed a lot of people. These days, people in suits are more cruel than those in military uniforms."

Colonel White shook his head, even though this woman was also a senior member of the society.

But since everyone belongs to different parties, naturally no one would say anything good about her.

Especially as the general election is approaching, we need to make a strong gesture.

"I heard that idiot Donald actually won the party primary. Humph, the Republican Party is really rotten now."

The old general was apparently also dissatisfied with his party's candidate.

Choosing a president between a crazy woman who drives her husband to a cowardice and makes people disappear physically at will, and a blonde idiot whose head is full of shit.

For an old-school soldier like General Bolton who has experienced the glorious era.

It's like being forced to be Akagi~~~
"Mr. Gatsby, the stock god and technology giant, actually donated $3 million to that idiot who told all kinds of lies. He's crazy, totally crazy. He's courting death!"

General Bolton finally reached the end of the stairs. He glanced at the various people in the hall on the first floor, and his eyes became gloomy.

A redneck from Ohio, a total bumpkin.

Why don't you stay in your hometown and farm honestly instead of running to Washington to get involved in politics?
How could a country bumpkin like him get involved in such a military and national affair?
"General, this guy is quite capable. He made his first fortune by selling short in 08. He has been making waves in the stock market for the past decade and has earned tens of billions of dollars. I have to say, he is a talent."

Colonel White is quite free and easy.

There is a gleam of confidence in his blue eyes, and with his tall, straight stature and strong muscles, it would not be an exaggeration for him to play Superman in Hollywood.

"Old tradition, cabbage with oyster sauce and stewed tofu."

Colonel White pushed away the menu handed to him by the boss. He was a regular here and didn't need it.

Although the restaurant owner will still hand over a unique and exquisite menu with great respect every time.

"Mr. White is really an expert. This braised tofu dish is loved by many congressmen. Ms. Hillary Clinton always orders it when she comes."

Some bald bosses dare not be negligent. If you open a restaurant in this place without tact, you will not only fail to make money, but sometimes your life will be in danger.

The two people in front of me are both members of that organization, especially General Bolton, who is a big shot and must not be offended.

According to the news, Mr. Real Estate won the party primary this time, and the Republican Party was almost in an uproar. In contrast, many people have the idea of ​​voting for Hillary. Although these two are from the Elephant Party, their ideas have always been left-leaning, so they are likely to choose the Donkey Party.

These communist bosses are never restricted by party affiliations.

"Hmph! I don't like tofu! Let's have braised meatballs instead!"

Colonel White rolled his eyes, threw the menu aside, and accompanied General Bolton into the VIP box.

"Okay, okay, okay Colonel!"

The bald boss immediately realized that he had flattered the wrong person.

Immediately bow your head and admit your mistake.

But I was cursing in my heart.

You idiots, don't you read the polls? Now the whole world knows that the Donald Trump Party is going to win!
"What are you looking at! Why don't you prepare to serve the food? These are all VIP guests. If anything goes wrong, you won't have to come to work tomorrow!"

The bald man threw his hands and shouted at the waiter.

The box is antique with carved beams and painted pillars. An entire wall of glass windows is transparent on one side. Not only can you have a panoramic view of the Capitol, but you can't see inside from the outside, so the privacy is excellent.

Not only that, the boss also thoughtfully ordered expensive incense, giving the room a unique scent.

Colonel White frowned, somewhat displeased, but holding back when he saw the old general's contented look.

"White, you mixed cola with black tea again! What a waste! You have wasted all your noble dignity."

When General Bolton saw White pouring a can of Coke into the teapot with ease, he was so angry that his beard stood up.

"Hahaha, General, you don't drink black tea, so your pot is green tea. As for this pot of black tea, just let me do whatever I want."

Colonel White laughed and looked at the clear blue sky outside the window.

"General, Mr. Jiang will be here tomorrow. I wonder what his plans are."

The man suddenly fell silent.

The young man with a temperament as deep as the abyss and who seemed forever unfathomable flashed through my mind.

If he were an ordinary person, a Chinese, even if he was a prophet or a detective, he would not even be worthy of carrying shoes for an old aristocrat like White, who was a fourth-generation nobleman and the founder of the Union Jack.

But this person is an important person named by the leader himself, and was introduced by the leader himself.

For this reason alone, everyone, even the President, must take it seriously.

"Mr. Jiang is very tight-lipped. He is unwilling to reveal a single word about the plan."

White shook his head and smiled bitterly.

I am most afraid of this kind of people. They cannot be beaten, scolded, or even killed, and yet they still need help from others.

It's really a bit frustrating.

"Boy, I don't care about that. I heard that you have been involved in a lot of gossip recently. You are stationed in Liben, and Gatsby has flattened the wall of your backyard."

The old general made tea skillfully, bent his head to smell it, and looked at the young man opposite with a smile.

This mission is not important to me.

But for White, it is a good opportunity to get rid of his love rival.

"What are you talking about, General?"

White waved his hands, not caring at all.

"A woman like Jenny is nothing more than a beautiful decoration. As long as Gatsby takes back his donation to Hickory, I will wash the woman and send her to his bed."

"Oh, as long as there are no illegitimate children that would affect the family's reputation."

"Women, aren't they just for fun?"

(End of this chapter)