The Goddess Shines on America

It is summer.

　　 There is no difference between Washington, DC in July and the rest of the northern hemisphere, Jowell thought of it while sitting in the car. The highway in front of the national airport is open all year round and is always full of vehicles. Tourists from all over the world mix with the politicians who frequently travel here, and they will gush out in batches every once in a while. Add a burden.

　　As a driver, Jowell is used to seeing the prosperity of the entire city and the hidden inside stories behind it.

　　 But today is a good day after all. The sun is shining. Just as the captain in the walkie talkie said, laziness is very suitable for people to go out for a walk. In fact, according to the news report of the car radio at this moment, the captain should have strolled on the front lawn of the White House at this moment, because the president is showing affection with his puppy in front of the media.

　　 It's a pity, it's a pity that Jowell can't watch the news in person, he can only listen to it through the nagging car radio. No way, who told him to be just one of the vice president's bodyguards?

　　 And the current task is not to pick up the vice president.

　　Look at the time. It’s ten minutes away from 10:30 in the morning. The plane that just passed through the sky should be the target boarded. After all, when the minute hand of the watch points to the "six" position, the other party should appear.

　　 Soon, when the minute was pointing to "five", groups of figures appeared behind the glass door of the airport entrance and walked out one after another. Suddenly, another wave of people flooded the streets, and the taxis that had been waiting around began to drive away one by one.

　　 Soon, Jowell discovered his goal.

　　 A fifteen-year-old girl appeared in his sight, wearing Dior's new summer suit, elegant and exquisite sandals with a short skirt with shining pearl luster, plus a minimalist short-sleeved top. When she first walked out of the airport gate, she shook off her black hair, and her jet-black sunglasses reflected dazzling light in the sun. Before Jowell sounded the horn, her gaze came over like an infrared scan.

　　 A black Lincoln car stabs at the side of the road. Apart from the driver sent by Bush, how can there be a second such old-fashioned combination?

　　 Alice smiled slightly, walked forward in two steps, and opened the back door of the car: "Driver, drive!"

　　 Jowell glanced at the beautiful Asian girl from the rearview mirror, nodded and said, "Yes, miss."

　　 The stretch limousine began to leave the roadside and embarked on the road to a typical high-end residential area, but first had to pass a viaduct with screaming traffic. Alice was sitting in the back compartment, and looking up, she could see the Pentagon and the wide parking lot outside of it. As for the standard refrigerator and red wine in the compartment, she didn't even notice it.

　　 The summer is here, and the summer vacation is here, so the meeting with the non-Vice President a few months in advance, it should naturally take place.

"Mr?"

　　 When the car passed over the Pentagon on the viaduct and immediately turned to the west, Alice said to the driver, "Is there a newspaper to read?"

　　 Jowell glanced at the beautiful girl in the rearview mirror: "The shelf on the left is updated every day, it's the Washington Post."

　　 "Thank you."

　　 Alice quickly found the newspaper and immediately opened the business section.

　　 In a nutshell, the stock market is booming at this time.

　　 Since the arrival of summer, the stock market led by the New York Stock Exchange has been hitting new highs. In just three months, the prices of many stocks have increased by more than 30%. Wall Street can be said to have made a lot of money recently, because too many investors have thrown money to those investment companies. According to the financial report of the Rothschild Bank in the second quarter of this year, the business growth they received was greater than in the previous quarter. Compared with that, it has increased by a full half!

　　 However, after extreme prosperity, it has always been the beginning of hell.

　　 I glanced at some of the bull stock evaluation reports on the stock market yesterday, and Alice did not read it carefully. After all, this is not the Wall Street Journal.

　　 Time has not passed too long, and just after she flipped through the entire newspaper, the car had reached a huge villa in the suburbs. The iron fence slowly opened, and the car that stopped slightly started the throttle again. Alice looked in the direction of the front door of the house. The door had just opened.

A man in a suit and leather shoes is walking up the steps, and there is a bodyguard in a suit and leather shoes and black sunglasses on each side.

　　Vice President Bush made his grand debut. When Alice just got out of the car, he walked up quickly surrounded by Secret Service personnel.

　　 "Welcome, Alice, long time no see!"

　　 "Hello, Mr. Vice President."

　　 Now is the time to be well-behaved, Alice politely bowed to each other, and at the same time, a **** and her ineffective bear child stepped out of the house at the same time.

　　 "Barbara, George, this is Alice!"

　　 The vice president introduced to his wife and children: "Alice, this is my wife Barbara, and George."

　　 "Ah, hello madam."

　　 Alice shook hands with Mrs. Bush with a smile, and then looked at the one beside her.

　　 Well, sometime forty-one years old, a childless bear.

　　 "Hello, Alice."

　　 Bush looked at the girl with a surprised and scrutinizing gaze, and stretched out his hand with a smile on his face.

Alice raised her eyebrows, her slender hand made an invisibly grasping gesture, and after moving her fingers, she shook hands with the forty-year-old child: "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Bush. , According to your father, did you just move to Washington, D.C. half a month ago?"

　　 Little Bush looked at Bush, surprised and smiled: "Oh, Dad, how did you explain in such detail?"

　　 Old Bush looked at George W. Bush and laughed: "What, you still consider yourself a Middle Eastern royal family, and your whereabouts need to be kept secret? Come in, lunch is about to begin. Alice, let's go?"

　　 can release Bush’s hand quickly, and in the next step, Alice rubbed her short skirt hard.

　　 Alice clearly remembers that according to her autobiography, Bush Jr. should have moved to Washington in 1988 to support his Lao Tzu running for president. Now he was called by his father almost a year in advance, obviously because of himself.

The Bush family has a big business. Lao Tzu started the oil business as early as the 1950s. His son also opened a company that lost money. He also has a lot of connections with the Middle East. Therefore, this huge mansion is also very valuable. The land is vast. Therefore, according to the news three years ago, when Bush Sr. ran for the vice president, he did not move into the Naval Observatory Building 1, which was specially prepared for the title of vice president. Instead, he had to allow Congress to allocate special funds to renovate his existing mansion. , It would really take advantage of power.

　　 Within a moment, under the leadership of this family, Alice took the first place on the right side of the long table in the restaurant. In the spacious room, there is a Secret Service bodyguard on duty at each of the two entrances, and the chef will immediately serve a plate of exquisite dishes.

　　 Just after taking her seat, Mrs. Bush suggested: "Alice, let's have a cup of coffee or black tea? I must have gotten up early this morning, right now?"

　　 "The black tea is ready. I drink something like coffee, it's a bit early now."

　　 The mouth was obediently responding, and Alice's blue eyes looked at the elder Bush: "But you are welcome, Mr. Vice President, you can just drink coffee if you want."

　　 At the same time she said these words, she gave Bush a deep look.

　　 "Oh, I think it's better to forget it."

Bush’s eyebrows wrinkled slightly, apparently thinking of something unpleasant. As expected, he immediately explained: “I don’t know what’s going on this week. My heart is always a little uncomfortable. It’s better to drink less coffee. Good. Orwell, enough black tea."

　　 The Secret Service bodyguard who was in charge of picking up Alice, Orwell nodded at the entrance of the restaurant, and then walked out of the room.

　　 Alice wrinkled her eyebrows slightly, and said with concern: "I have a bad heart? Have you seen a doctor? Have you found out the cause?"

　　 "Of course I have seen it, but the reason... is very inexplicable."

This has obviously been troubled by Bush Sr. for a week. He thoughtfully said: "I have the habit of morning exercises every day for 20 to 30 years. Not to mention such exaggerated diseases as heart disease. I rarely even catch a cold. It’s not because I’m old. I had a physical examination last month and all the indicators were completely normal. It was just a week ago, suddenly!"

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It scared us so much! "

As a wife~www.readwn.com~Barbara still speaks of this matter in a shocking tone: "He was eating dinner and suddenly fell to the ground. The whole person is like a goat. He convulsed like a seizure, and we rushed him to the hospital. The president rushed over as soon as he found out. Alice, this incident was on the news. Didn’t you watch it?"

　　 "A week ago...our family was in Japan!"

　　 Alice’s eyes rolled round and round, and the blue light flickered in her eyes. This is a very strange phenomenon. Generally speaking, it is impossible for the color of a person’s eyeballs to flicker. However, the family at the dinner table didn't care about this detail, because the girl's next sentence immediately blurted out.

　　 "Because Japanese house prices have risen by a full seven percent!"

　　 "Oh yes, I almost forgot the subject of our meeting this time."

It was also the previous topic that I really didn’t want to go on. Bush laughed and said, “Investment, George, Alice’s vision in the investment field is very unique. I remember that shortly before the release of "Alien II", You seem to have said in an interview that you acquired a company called...Ah funny?"

　　 "adobe, vice president, did you learn English from the Japanese?"

　　　哧哧 laughed all over the dining table. Just as an older bear kid was almost choked by a Coke, Orwell had already returned to the restaurant with the teapot. (To be continued.)