The Goddess Shines on America

　　 "We also made a little investment in the real estate industry in Japan. We bought a house in Edogawa-ku, Tokyo, and went back to live there from time to time."

　　 After drinking a sip of tea, lunch was more than half relaxed, and when there was something in the belly, everyone's attention naturally focused on the conversation. Of course, the Bush family went all the way to invite Alice to the East Coast, not to share real estate investment experience with her, so it didn't take long for the topic to be led to a certain oil company that was losing money.

　　 "The main trouble we are facing now is that the oil production of the drilled oil fields is always too little."

Bush shrugged helplessly: "You must know that the exploration cost is a very huge expenditure, and the subsequent drilling equipment is not a simple cost. After spending so much money, the amount of oil finally obtained is not up to expectations. , Nothing can be more disgusting than this!"

　　 "I deeply agree with this."

Alice is gloating in her heart, but she still has sympathy and concern on the surface: "It's like we are investing in real estate in Japan. If we spend a lot of money on the land, the market price suddenly drops, that's really crying. There is nowhere to cry."

　　 "However, fortunately, oil exploration is still more reliable than real estate."

Of course, Bush Jr. has to take the form in a direction that is beneficial to him. After all, his purpose is to encourage Alice to invest: "For example, in Pennsylvania, many people have long proven that there are very, very rich natural gas resources stored there. I remember it should be...it should be...it should be..."

　　 "70% of the underground has shale landforms, and oil and natural gas minerals are very rich."

Alice added lightly for him: "Unfortunately, it is not a simple matter to take fat from Mobil. Although the anti-monopoly law back then broke Standard Oil apart, the relationship network is not broken. It's broken. A group of interest organizations formed by dozens of small and medium-sized peers...Tsk, it's really helpless~"

　　 Alice’s remarks can be said to have touched Bush’s heart. Of course, he is very clear about the oil fields with the richest land. It is a pity that the oil industry is not a new industry that has only developed for 20 to 30 years. The most core interests have long been controlled by countless super large companies. Wanting to make a little profit in the remaining fields, but it is a test of the ability of the exploration team.

　　 "However, I just recently contacted the three best oil exploration teams in the world and asked for some information from them."

　　 Bush Jr. enthusiastically made suggestions: "Alice, do you want to take a look?"

　　 Of course I have to watch it, otherwise why are you here?

　　 After getting Alice’s consent, Bush Jr. snapped his fingers at the other special agent at the door: "Jordan, please go to the study room upstairs. It is in the yellow paper bag."

　　 Seeing that special agent walked upstairs, Alice took a sip of tea and turned her attention to Bush: "Your Excellency, are you feeling a little uncomfortable again?"

　　 Bush’s toasting gesture paused, and Barbara on one side was surprised: "What? Oh George, your heart is sick again?"

　　 Bush Jr. also looked at his father in surprise: "Oh my God, father, your face is indeed a little pale!"

　　 "It's a bit."

Although his wife’s hand immediately pressed her heart, Bush Sr. insisted on drinking the cup of tea first: "Just when you talked about the exploration team, my heart suddenly twitched...Hey, don’t worry. Don't worry!"

Seeing Barbara's posture about to call an ambulance, Bush hurriedly pressed her arm: "That's it, it's all right now. I don't want the news that the vice president is going to the hospital two days later. Just board the cnn, Jowell, go upstairs to get the medicine, and I will take one."

　　 Just finished picking up Alice not long ago. After the work of pouring tea and water, Orwell, the Secret Service bodyguard, received another glorious and sacred task-going upstairs to find medicine.

　　 The sound of going upstairs sounded from the entrance, about ten meters away from the restaurant. When Orwell walked up the stairs, the four people in the restaurant were in a dynamic moment.

　　 The elder Bush in the main seat just put down his teacup, because his heart twitched dozens of seconds ago, his originally ruddy face was now pale with unhealthy tinges. I didn't talk to my family when the golden light attacked

Man reveals any clues, but the fundamental physiological reaction is not something he can resist.

　　Barbara is still asking about her husband’s health, because she moved too much and her thick white curly hair dropped slightly from her shoulders. Her face, which was once full but now loose, was tightening because of tension.

　　 Young Bush interlaced his fingers with his fingers, and his eyes are shifting back from the direction of the entrance. Those gray eyes have just swept across his father's body, and will soon fall on his mother's body due to the angle.

　　 Alice watched this scene quietly. When Bush put down the teacup at a speed that seemed to be urgent, her blue eyes had long been replaced by a dark color. A piece of darkness like a starry sky, even the white parts of the eyes were completely covered, leaving no trace.

　　 "I haven't played this kind of trick in a while."

　　 whispered such a sentence, just like she did just dozens of seconds ago, Alice stared at Bush with strange eyes.

　　 To be precise, staring at his heart.

"Uh……!"

　　 With a muffled cry, the tea cup fell on the dining table, and the poured cup and the mellow tea splashed onto the plate.

　　 "Dad!?"

　　 Young Bush was stunned in amazement, his father, who was still smiling and comforting his wife and children in the previous second, changed his face suddenly and even tilted his body, and fell directly to the floor!

　　 "Dad!?"

　　 "Oh my God, George!?"

　　 Because of the intense pain, Bush Sr. fell from his chair, his already pale face was as pale as a wall. He grabbed his heart in pain, his body squatted like a prawn, and he kept making a hehe sound in his mouth. I want to retire wildly, but I can't vomit anything, so I grabbed my throat suddenly with my other hand. That force is almost a posture to scratch my throat!

　　 "Oh father, father!"

　　 Bush hurriedly knelt in front of his father, tried to remove the hand that was holding the throat, and yelled to the surroundings in the next second: "Come here, call an ambulance!"

　　 "Quick, quick! Quick action!"

　　In an instant, the restaurant's change has already shocked everyone. A full five or six special services rushed to the restaurant. Orwell, who had just gotten upstairs, jumped directly down the second-story stairs. Bush had already pushed away the chair in the way, while Barbara was kneeling and sitting on the limp. In front of the elder Bush, he shouted in panic.

　　 "Where is the medicine? Give him the medicine quickly! Who will save him quickly!"

　　 Old Bush was still squatting on the ground like a prawn, holding his heart with one hand, his white shirt was already wrinkled. He gasped hard, like the last struggle of a drowning man before his death, and more like the Jew who suffered from the mustard gas in Auschwitz, grabbing around randomly with his other hand, and immediately grabbed something.

　　 "Get out of the way immediately!"

　　 Alice has already stepped forward, and easily pushed away an obstructive secret service. Bush grabbed her ankle.

　　 "Sir, please lie on your back immediately, Brighton, and perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation quickly!"

　　 The order was correct. Every second before the arrival of the ambulance was extremely precious. However, just as another special agent was about to ride on Bush's body, Alice's little white hand was already on his shoulder.

　　 Then easily, the man flew out directly, hitting two secret agents in a row, and the three of them piled up and fell to the floor!

　　 "What!?"

　　 Things happened so fast that Bush Jr. and the other special agents were all stunned. The exaggerated visual effects and Alice's slender and delicate figure created a strong contrast, making them even forget the vice president who was still twitching and roaring!

　　 It was the effort of this moment. Alice had already squatted in front of Bush.

　　 "Hey..."

　　 The sixty-year-old man clutched his chest in extreme pain, his mouth wide open like a trout about to suffocate. The sudden arrest of the heart brings about the cessation of blood flow throughout the body, and the brain under the hypoxic state is commanding the body to perform instinctive actions. Whether the optic nerve is still working, whether he can see who is no longer important, because his thinking has been chaotic like a paste.

　　 There was only a second time difference before and after, Alice's palm has easily moved away from his veteran hand that was coiled with veins, and gently pressed the part of her heart.

　　 Then...

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　　 "Drink!"

　　 The small and slender palm is like a pile driver. When it pressed against the heart of Bush Sr., the great Vice President of the United States of America issued a miserable cry like Romeo was killed by Quasimodo!

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　　 "Huh~"

　　 Alice wiped her forehead sweat as if tired, if it really existed.

　　 Two dining chairs fell to the ground. Three secret agents had just gotten up. Bush and Barbara were kneeling on the spot dumbfounded and panicked. Their father and husband, the backbone of the family, the most powerful and the most important of the United States of America, Vice President Bush stretched out his tongue like a dying mangy dog, lying on his back on the ground, gasping for breath.

　　 Hmm, and Alice is riding on him, just standing up right now.

　　 "It should be fine, for now."

She seemed to have abolished her body’s nine strengths and needed to meditate immediately to regain her energy. Exhausted, she found a chair and sat down, and said listlessly: "I am quite confident in my theoretical knowledge of Chinese medicine, although this is The first time I practiced, but it seems...well, at least temporarily saved."

　　 Everyone looked at her strangely, and then at Bush Sr.

　　 can indeed be said to be saved.

　　 A second ago, he was exactly like a typical heart attack. Because of the intermittent attacks that have been ongoing, everyone knows what the symptoms of cardiac arrest are.

　　 At this moment, although he looks like he can't wait to die quickly, the heart still jumps up after all. (To be continued.)