The Wolf of Los Angeles

Chapter 195 Win

The bright sunshine illuminated the Kovina City Hall, and many citizens walked over there one after another.

On both sides of the city hall office building, two voting locations are erected, one blue and one red.

Today is the voting day for the mayoral election of Kovina.

Shot by media footage, Brian took out a citrus-printed ballot and threw it into the red ballot box.

A security team belonging to the Ferguson family is right behind him to prevent accidents.

On the other side, Irving Nester, wearing an electronic positioning bracelet, cast the vote into the blue ballot box.

The election voting officially begins.

A black man glanced at Irving, raised his **** at him, and walked firmly towards the red ballot box.

The woman behind her spitted on the ground and said, "The disgusting thing that even **** doesn't let go!"

The Indian woman who followed her corrected: "He has become a lizard, I have seen it with my own eyes!"

These two men also walked towards the red box.

On the other side of the blue box, Irving met the old friend of the citrus processing factory.

This is his core support.

"I have always believed that you will support me," said Owen.

Raya glanced at the electronic positioning bracelet on Owen's hand: "I'm here this time, I'm just sorry to you."

Irving's face looked a little ugly: "Those are all false accusations, I don't believe you can't see through these tricks."

"It doesn't matter," Raya looked up and pointed to the newly pulled optical cable on the pole, saying, "The last time you ran, you promised to improve the broadband network, but there was still no action by the end of your term, and your opponent, Brian , not officially elected, the fiber problem has been solved, do you know how much money this will save my store on Amazon? ”

He used to have no choice, but now he has a new choice, so of course he has to consider his own interests.

Raya walked towards the position where the red ballot box was, first shook hands with Brian, and then threw the ballot in his hand into the ballot box.

By 9:30 in the morning, there were queues in front of both ballot boxes.

This mayoral election attracted far more voters than the previous one.

After all, it was so pleasant for all the citizens of Kovina to eat melons.

Of course, you can't miss the last good show.

On the red box, the queues lined up are more than three times longer than those of the blue box.

The winner is clear at a glance.

This is just a mayoral election in a small satellite city. The voting will end in the afternoon, and there is no trick of ghost soldiers crossing the border.

The vote counting personnel couldn't do it, and the gap between the queues on both sides was too big.

On the sidewalk diagonally opposite the Town Hall, Hawke and Edward sat on the bench, watching the vote.

Edward participated in the whole process and was deeply touched, saying, "Boss, if Arnold Schwarzenegger pays $10 million to hire us to help him, he will definitely succeed in the removal of the election."

Hawke's head was clear: "Schwarzenegger has a team he trusts and will not come to hire us."

Edward couldn't help but be curious and asked, "Brian really wants to run for president in the future?"

Hawke said: "His grandfather was a senator, and his uncle is now a senator. The uncle's cousin only knows how to eat, drink and have fun. If the third generation wants to join, he can't let Erica go, so he can only go. Now."

He pondered a little and further said: "If Kovinner does a good job, he will have a constituency. The next step is to run for city councillors or state councillors, as well as further members of the House, Senator or Oval Office."

Edward grasped the key: "When he climbs to a higher position, will we collude with officials and businessmen?"

Hawke replied, "Of course."

The vote ended at 3:30 p.m.

The accounting firm responsible for counting votes officially seals the mailbox.

The next morning, they counted votes in the lobby of the city hall. Those who wanted to watch could monitor the counting work on a temporary large screen outside the city hall.

The results will be announced at 2 pm.

After lunch, Hawk accompanied Brian to the city hall.

Another candidate, Irving Nester, did not show up at all, and the person who took over him was Arnold.

The results are obvious.

At two o'clock, the results were officially announced.

"Candidate Brian Ferguson won 78.85% of the vote and was officially elected as the new mayor of Kovina."

Brian clenched his fists, waved it hard for a few times, then turned around and hugged Hawk: "We succeeded!"

Hawke smiled and said, "Congratulations, Mayor Brian."

At this moment, there was applause around him. Except for Arnold and others who left the venue, everyone welcomed the new mayor.

Afterwards, Brian came to the gate of the city hall and delivered a brief victory speech.

Because of Irving Nester, a media reporter came outside, and Hawke did not go out, so he called Edward and left the town hall through the side door.

Brian won the election and the plan was successfully completed.

Hawke got on the business car and felt relaxed.

Not long after, Brian returned to the car and ordered Sandra who got in: "This weekend, I will hold a party in that mansion in Malibu, and I want to reward everyone in the team." Sandra nodded and took Get your phone and call.

Brian looked at Hawke, "How can I thank you?"

Hawke deliberately hid behind and said, "Don't do this, okay, I have no interest in men."

"I, Brian, a man of gender, a woman of hobby!" Brian also took out his cell phone and called: "Transfer $2 million to West Coast Studio. Also..."

He thought a little: "Buy the best set of guns on the market, from M4 to FN to AK, as well as sniper rifles, shotguns and pistols, pick the most expensive and best ones to buy and send them to Santa Monica."

The other side answered, "I'll let someone do it."

Brian hung up the phone and said, "How is it, am I good enough?"

Hawke laughed twice: "The Pentagon released news two years ago that Lockheed Martin is experimenting with a new type of fighter jet. If you are sincere, give me one."

Brian was helpless: "Sell me."

Back at the campaign office, the bank account manager called and the West Coast Studios accounted for a new $2 million in the account.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

As for the gun, Brian is willing to give it away, and Hawke is willing to take it away.

Airplanes or something, of course, are jokes.

Hawke reminded Brian: "We still have some accounts to pay them off as soon as possible."

Brian understands what he said: "I'm ready for all the cash, and you let the Savior follow Bacon to get it."

Edward came to the office, listened to Hawke's instructions, and then followed Bacon out.

The two withdrew the cash, Edward drove away alone, and called Michael halfway through to meet at Michael's house.

Michael had plastered his arm and had already returned home to rest.

When he arrived in downtown Los Angeles, Edward walked around a few times and confirmed that there was no tail behind him, so he entered the apartment that Michael rented.

When Michael saw him in, he said, "A few days ago, the lawyer had the first out-of-court mediation with Irving, and they were willing to compensate me $50,000."

Edward locked the apartment door, looked serious and asked, "What do you mean?"

Michael said, "I'll listen to you."

"50,000 US dollars is too little. If you delay for a while, you should get more than 100,000 US dollars." The former Hei Xiaoshuai, who has been with Hawke for more than a year, has been greatly affected, and he has the confidence again. , the words said were very convincing: "Our goal has been achieved in this matter, don't be too greedy."

He opened the bag he brought, took out the cash inside, and placed it on the table: "The boss originally promised $10,000, but you did a great job. This is $20,000 in cash, you put it away."

Michael was sure that his childhood friend was really developed and said, "If you have such a job, keep looking for me."

Edward reminded: "Remember, keep your mouth in mind."

Michael replied, "You know me and never talk nonsense."

Edward also needs reliable staff, they can only do some low-end jobs, and the identity restrictions of homeless people are also very high.

He said directly: "I will help you solve your work problems. You can do it well. It is not easy for us to get out of Compton, so don't go the wrong way."

Michael looked at the 20,000 dollars in front of him and the tens of thousands of dollars he might get in the future, and felt that his future was bright: "If you have something to do, just call me."

Edward didn't stay for too long, so he went downstairs to contact Navas and his son.

He just called and made an appointment to meet someone, and the phone rang.

Deborah called: "Can you come back today? I call you every day and say you are busy with work, and you have disappeared for more than a week."

Edward was helpless and explained, "I'm really working and can't walk here."

Deborah asked repeatedly with dissatisfaction: "Can you go back to Brentwood today?"

"There is no time today." Edward thought for a while: "Tomorrow... tomorrow depends on the situation, and I will call you then."

Deborah there didn't say anything more and hung up the phone.

Edward sighed, started the car and came to a parking lot, and again confirmed that there was no tail, so the car turned into the parking lot.

He found a hidden location and parked, and made a phone call.

Not long after, the Navas and his son drove over and got into Edward's car.

They met Edward last time and knew he was the driver.

Edward glanced at Little Navas: "Have you been injured?"

Little Navas pointed to his red nose: "Apart from the bridge of the nose, everything else is all skin injuries. I am young and I am getting better quickly."

Edward picked up the bag under the co-pilot and handed it to Old Navas: "The boss is very satisfied with your performance. He gave an additional $30,000 in addition to the agreed $50,000."

Old Navas opened the bag, counted the money inside, and confirmed that it was all real money, and quickly said, "Thank you."

Little Navas came over to see the money and said, "Sir, you and your boss are both good people who are trustworthy, a hundred times better than the perverts in Hollywood!"

“There are good people in Hollywood, too,” Edward said. “Director Ethan is a good person.”

Navas, little, remembered the artistic director and said, "He called me the day before yesterday and asked me to audition for the crew next month. He carefully explained the character script and character requirements."

Edward laughed out two lines of big white teeth: "I wish you a big star as soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)