I cut reality into a movie

"Is there any difference?" Cuellar was puzzled: "They are a family!"

"They're not family."

Manning smiled and shook his index finger, and analyzed confidently: "This Claude Agudelo is not an immediate family member of the old mayor. He is definitely not that sensitive to the old mayor's hatred."

"What's more, in terms of personal prestige in the city of Sommera, Emma, ​​the daughter of the old mayor of Agudelo's family, is definitely more prestigious than this distant relative of a mixed race who doesn't know where he came from."

"Then why Emma didn't run for the election directly, but asked such an outsider to come."

"It's not because this woman is afraid of us, she is afraid of our revenge, so she tricked such a stupid relative from a foreign country to act as a glove on her face."

I have to say that Manning is indeed a smart person. In a few words, he gave a reasonable inference to the sudden appearance of Romon, and also gave corresponding suggestions:

"General, in this world, no one is willing to act as a puppet for a long time. As long as we are enthusiastic and friendly enough, this young Mr. Claude will understand who is the better collaborator."

Chapter 081 A white horse and the song "The Sun Also Rises" are all you need to take office

Subo Facourt.

Principal Permanent Secretary of the Municipality of Somerra.

The position of this position in Sommerla City is equivalent to that of Humphrey in "Yes, Prime Minister", and he is the nominal top leader of all civil servants in Sommerla City.

And unlike the mayor, who is elected by the citizens every three years, Secretary Facourt, as an officer and a member of the civil servants, is hired by the city government of Sommerra and will not follow the mayor's appointment. Rotation by rotation.

In fact, Facourt has been the chief permanent secretary for six years. In six years, he has successfully sent away three mayors of Sommerla.

Two of them were sent away in the double sense of official position and life.

It is true that, according to the Colombian constitution, civil servants who are affairs officers do not have political power. They only serve as administrative assistants to elected officials and help them govern the city.

But politics is not a video game. The regulations written on paper are only regulations after all. How effective they are in actual implementation depends on the people themselves.

What's more, even if Alcott follows the rules perfectly and only does what he is supposed to do, as long as his status as chief permanent secretary remains unchanged, he will always be one of the closest people to Mayor Sommerla.

Anyone who wants to get close to the mayor will start with Facourt.

Eve's secret.

This is a top-notch wine club located in the south of Sommerla City, and all the people who can enter and leave this club are prominent figures in Sommerla City.

Sitting opposite each other in a private room filled with the aroma of red wine.

Manning took out a suede watch box from the satchel that he was carrying, and pushed it to Secretary Facourt at the opposite table.

"Mr. Facourt, I heard that you like Girard-Perregaux's watch. This is a small gift, and I hope you will accept it."

Facing the gift, Facourt was not in a hurry to accept it. At fifty, he first narrowed his slightly cloudy eyes and looked at the smiling Manning: "Dr. Manning, I have never had any problems with your company's business Intervened."

"Mr Farcourt, it is because you have never done anything irrational that I am giving you a watch and nothing else."

Smiling, Manning opened the watch box on the table, and inside was indeed a Girard-Perregaux watch with exquisite design and luxurious materials.

Indeed, looking at the entire Girard-Perregaux watch family, this watch is not the most high-end product, only about [-] US dollars, but it is quite attractive in the city of Sommerla, in front of Facourt strength.

If you go one step further and convert this watch into Farcourt's legal income, Farcourt needs to work for at least five or six years without eating or drinking if he wants to buy it.

The salivary glands near the jaw began to work, Facourt resisted the urge to swallow, and asked, "Dr. Manning, what do you need me to do?"

"Mr. Facourt thinks, which candidate will win this mayoral election?" Manning asked without answering.

what?

Which mayor will win?

Listening to Manning's question, Facourt was a little stumped.

It's not that he couldn't guess who the winner was, but he couldn't figure out why Manning asked himself this.

Is it possible that these drug dealers want me to cooperate with them and get rid of the newly appointed Mayor Agudelo Jr.?

Facourt was caught in a dilemma.

He is not a good person, but he doesn't want to get blood on his hands and help these drug dealers kill people. He just wants to make money in peace and live his life in peace.

Looking at the embarrassed expression on Farcourt's face, Manning knew that he was thinking wrongly: "Mr. Farcourt, we just want to make friends with the new mayor, just like you and me, birth is precious friendship."

While Manning was speaking, he pushed the Girard-Perregaux watch on the table forward again, so that the bottom edge of the watch box touched Farcourt's finger.

Feeling the delicate touch of the velvet watch box, Facourt seemed to be wrapped around his hands by the chains protruding from purgatory, and he could no longer take his hands away from the watch box.

"Thank you, my lord."

Suddenly praying to God, Facourt made a sign of the cross on his chest, and smiled at Manning: "Dr. Manning, you can join the Cuellar Group, which is very important for our Somola Municipal Government. A blessed event of my Lord's apparition."

This is not some hypocritical sycophant.

But Facourt's sincere emotion.

After all, before Manning took office in the Cuellar Group, the drug dealers in that group were completely mad dogs, a group of mad dogs who were so crazy that even the mayor dared to kill them.

Now that Manning has served as the group's military adviser, the group has finally learned to play tricks, and they finally understand the principle that harmony can make money.

After knowing the real purpose of Manning's gift to himself, Facourt accepted the watch with peace of mind, and promised:

"Dr. Manning, don't worry, I will let the new mayor understand that he should do something in the position of mayor of Sommerla."

Manning is a smart person. He can see that Romon is Emma's puppet, and Farcourt, who has been in politics for more than 20 years, can do the same.

He was very confident, and used corrupt sugar-coated bullets to corrupt the young mayor, Romon, into an old fritter just like himself who cared about money.

After all, the allure of money is no worse than drugs, as long as you stick a little, you will become a captive under its pomegranate skirt for life.

Seeing the confident smile on Facourt's face, Manning said, "Mr. Facourt, then I will wait for the news of your victory with great anticipation."

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Just as everyone expected.

A week later, on the day of the mayor's election of Sommera, Romon was elected the new mayor of Sommera with 61% of the votes.

"cheers!"

Although she had only completed the first step of revenge, Ms. Emma, ​​who saw the dawn of revenge, held a celebration dinner with high specifications but few participants in the garden of the villa.

It's not that Ms. Emma is not popular and can't call friends. The main reason is that she took the initiative to keep a distance from her friends in consideration of the danger of drug dealers, thinking that after the revenge is completely over, there will be a grand celebration.

As for today's staged victory, she, Romon, Yuffie, and a few high-level guerrillas should celebrate.

Holding up the red wine glass in his hand, he drank the wine inside in one gulp.

Under the influence of alcohol, Yuffie, whose face was flushed, immediately asked:

"Uncle, what's the next step? What should we do next, directly wipe out Cuellar's lair?"

"My Miss Yuffie, you are representing the city government, not the bandits. Do you have any evidence? Are you going to destroy the Cuellar Group?"

With a blank glance at her frizzy niece, Emma continued: "And before we start a war, we should at least have a clear score on who is the enemy and who is the friend?"

"In such a large city government, we must first figure out how many people in it have been infiltrated by Cuellar, and how many people in it can be won over and fight with us."

Listening to her aunt's reprimand, Yuffie no longer lowered her head and stuck out her little tongue as before, acting like the left ear went in and the right ear came out.

Instead, he kept his aunt's words in his heart seriously, and prepared for himself to be on his own in the future.

hey~~~

Sure enough, when the girls in the family grow up, they must be prevented from being seduced by bad men outside.

Although Mr. Luo is not an emotionally bad man, the thoughts he spreads to Yuffie are more dangerous than a little emotional shock.

Seeing Yuffie's changes, while Ms. Emma was worried, she was also a little relieved. At least the child was willing to move forward, and it was better than standing still.

Turning her eyes away from Yuffie, Emma looked at Romon beside her, and said, "Claude, you must be careful when you take up your post at the mayor's mansion tomorrow."

"After all, Cuellar is a pure lunatic. It is very likely that he kept silent before just to repeat the scene three years ago on the day you took office."

After instructing Romon, Emma looked at several high-level guerrillas and told them to protect Romon and never let the tragedy happen again.

Done.

Emma saw that the atmosphere of the dinner party was a little stagnant, so she immediately picked up the wine glass again to make the atmosphere lively again.

Finally, the dinner ended with laughter.

And Roman, as a member of the officially recognized Agudelo family, naturally didn't have to go back to his rented house to rest, and directly allocated a guest room in Agudelo's house. With the expectation of the following plot, Roman entered the Dreamland.

The next day.

The morning sun just shone through the window lattice.

The lovely extras that Roman had never met before took the initiative to add scenes to him.

This pure black BMW 740li was parked in front of Agudelo's mansion.

Next to this limousine are two strong men with shaved heads and tattoos on their faces.

They were wearing straight black suits, holding the same black Luger P345 in their hands, and looked at the mansion security guard holding M16 in front of the gate of the mansion with a sneer on their faces.

"Are you two here to pick me up?"

Straightening his tie, Romon walked out from the gate of the mansion.

Today, he is still wearing a full set of white suit, white top hat, and white leather shoes. Standing in the bright morning sun, his whole body looks a little reflective, which is in stark contrast to the two dark drug dealer thugs in front of him.

Dress, one white and one black on both sides.

In terms of status, there is also one white and one black on both sides.

"Mayor Agudelo, this is a little kindness from an old friend of yours. If you have the courage to sit, just get in the car?"

Looking at the young and thin (for these two strong men) Romon, the faces of the two drug dealer thugs were full of disdainful sneers.

Good guy.

Is this imitating Huang Silang's prestige?

It seems that this Cuellar student is very good at acting~

What a good seedling.

Looking at the drug dealer's thugs who drove to greet him, Romon secretly affirmed.

Then, inspired by the good group performance, he also developed his acting skills on the spot.

"Ah!"

"Hehehehahahahaha!"

Facing the thug's invitation to get in the car, Romon looked up to the sky and laughed. While laughing wildly, he pointed to the black BMW car in front of him and said, "My old friend, doesn't he know how to match colors?"

"Otherwise, how could he use a black car to pick up a white person like me?"

Shaking his head, Romon turned to Miss Emma and said, "Sister, if I remember correctly, we have a white horse at home, right? Today I will ride that white horse to take office."

"You want to ride to the city hall?"

Hearing that Romon was about to ride a horse to take office, Miss Emma almost screamed, but looking at the media reporters at the far end of the mansion with long guns and short cannons grabbing the news, she could only lower her voice and say in Romon's ear:

"Mr. Luo, riding a horse is too dangerous! You sit on a horse, there is no shelter around you, and the guerrillas can't protect you personally!"

"No, Miss Emma, ​​it is precisely because of the danger that I have to ride a horse to take office."

Romon shook his head and gave his reasons: "I just want to be defenseless and walk on the street swaggeringly, so that I can tell all the citizens of Sommerla that I am not afraid of drug dealers."

irrefutable grounds.

Fearless courage.

Facing Romon who put everything aside and wholeheartedly wanted to stop drugs, Miss Emma could only take a long breath, closed her eyes and blessed: "May the Lord bless you."

The white horse kept in the stable in the backyard was quickly led out.

Facing the handsome Romon who was pulling the saddle and stepping on the stirrups, not to mention the drug dealer thugs driving to pick up people, even the reporters squatting around the mansion waiting to capture the news are all stupid:

my God.

Is he going to take office on horseback?

Isn't he afraid that drug dealers will shoot him down in the street?

The reporters couldn't understand Romon's thoughts, or they could understand, but they didn't dare to understand, because people are afraid of death, and no one can ignore life and death in the face of murderous drug dealers.

"News!"

"This is really big news!"