The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 196: Still No Change

Xiong En had already sat back down by now.

The whole room was first dead silent, and then the breathing became heavier.

The people here are members of the House of Representatives and the Senate.

In other words, they have status, but not necessarily money.

After all, there are not many people like Xiong En who come from a family with a lot of capital and become politicians.

Because he has a lot of capital, he can support politicians and doesn't need to do anything himself.

Except for some capitalists who have been playing for most of their lives, some may try to be politicians when they get old.

Therefore, those politicians need support, need "political donations", and need to raise campaign funds from voters.

The existence of so many revolving doors also proves this point. If every politician is a wealthy man, will the revolving door still exist?
Therefore, the reason why America has not solved the revolving door problem is because they have not grasped the key point at all!
If you let them just embezzle a few billion dollars while they are in office, wouldn't the revolving door problem be solved?
Now what did Xiong En do!
Now Xiong En is telling everyone here that there is a mountain of gold in front of you! Support me, and anyone can bring gold home from it!
The congressmen here actually once looked down upon Xiong En.

They had seen people who entered parliament based on their ethnicity, people who entered parliament based on their eloquence, people who entered parliament based on their reputation, but for the first time they saw a guy who was carried into parliament by drug addicts.

And the reason why the drug addict supports you is because he spends a lot of money.

In their eyes, Xiong En is just a clown.

As for why a clown would come to the dinner party organized by Xiong En, the reason is very simple.

This clown is so rich.

His Dark Gold Pharmaceutical, the one that makes weight loss and digestion tablets is not an assembly line, it's a fucking money printing machine!
Even though they all thought Xiong En was a clown, they didn't want to offend this rich man.

What's more, he is just a child, isn't he? Compared to the people here who are in their forties or fifties, Xiong En, who is in his twenties, is just a child.

If I can fool this little brat, then do I still need money?
But now, they found out that they were wrong, extremely wrong!

In the end, it is you capitalists who have no conscience! Compared with you, we politicians are nothing!

Someone has already said: "Then this planting license still needs to define some scope."

Someone immediately responded, "But the quantity cannot be limited."

"Can we rent it?"

"Shouldn't the owner of the certificate decide this?"

"Of course it needs to be rented out. After all, this will allow the certificate holders to do more meaningful things."

A group of people began to talk about the future restrictions of this certificate.

Until finally, someone suddenly realized something and said, "Someone needs to propose this, right?"

Everyone's eyes turned to Xiong En again.

Xiong En smiled happily: "Of course we need this person, and he is a young man, so it is normal for him to have some wild ideas, isn't it?"

Everyone looked at each other and smiled.

"So, it seems that everyone likes my proposal?"

"Xiong En." A middle-aged white man stood up, hugged Xiong En, and then said seriously: "You will be a political star in the future of America! But, are you sure you want to stay in the third party?"

A person next to him immediately stepped forward and said, "Xiong En, you should understand that your idea is more suitable for us, right?"

The two looked at each other, and before they could continue the conversation, Xiong En stopped them: "You two, today we are discussing how to make money, why do you always talk about those weird things? Why don't we think about how to make money. Also, if this thing is carried out, there must be someone responsible, right?"

Someone immediately understood what he meant: "Do you have a candidate, Xiong En?"

Xiong En thought for a moment, and then said, "The person in charge of issuing the certificates must be a guy who looks upright. This way, if someone wants to maliciously interpret our law, it can also stop many people from having bad intentions."

"I don't have any recommendations, but maybe someone who has been doing drug enforcement recently, or has a good track record in this area, would be fine?" "You want the state to poach someone from the DEA?"

"LAPD, DEA, it doesn't matter. Anyway, their role is to help us guard the door. But everyone, we have to have someone responsible, right? You should know that this kind of thing..."

The group of people looked at each other, and there was some distrust in their eyes.

Xiong En continued, "Don't forget something, everyone. The fundamental value of a commodity lies in its circulation. Otherwise, no matter how valuable it is, it's useless, right? If anyone has a way, please share it with everyone. When there is money, we will all make it together."

At this moment, these politicians suddenly realized: yes, if you have goods but cannot sell them, what’s the difference between that and having no goods at all?

So who has a way out here?
Everyone is a member of the two state houses, and they must have their own connections, but these people's connections are all high-end.

But if you want to sell this kind of thing, the normal way means high taxes. Although there must be a sum of money to be included in the tax,
You have to have some income of your own, right?

At worst, I can just wash it later.

So who has connections here?

Everyone looked at Xiong En again at the same time.

The Bazel family.

A whitewashed gangster who started out by bootlegging liquor and made his fortune by selling contraband.

Xiong En suddenly laughed and said, "My father would probably like to meet you all."

Everyone smiled knowingly.

Coffey had been outside the room, and when he saw a group of people coming out, he stared at them for a long time.

There were no blurry eyes, no high emotions, and no adverse reactions of any kind.

Some are just smiles from everyone's heart.

what's the situation?
Didn’t Xiong En inject them with contraband?

"Have fun, everyone." Xiong En waved his hand and sent the last congressman downstairs.

He then looked at Coffey and held out his hands: "Done, Coffey."

"you sure?"

"I've never lied to you, have I, my dedicated campaign manager?" Xiong En said, and then looked around: "Where's Will? Where's my security captain?"

"This is a party." Coffey said helplessly, "He's guarding outside with his men."

"Please call him in, Kofi. I need to talk to him about something."

Coffey walked out helplessly, and soon Will followed him into the meeting room.

"Boss." Will looked at Xiong En: "You came to me."

Xiong En raised his hand and threw a stack of photos to Will, then said, "These people are attending the banquet below. Remember them. My task for you is very simple. Find enough people and keep a close eye on them for the next few days."

Kofi was stunned: "Xiong En, you said the problem has been solved."

"Yes, it's solved. I gave them enough benefits." Xiong En said as a matter of course: "But these people don't have that much cash on hand, they must find ways to get the money, so... this is such a good opportunity!"

Coffey looked at Xiong En in disbelief. This kid actually learned how to collect political dirt!

Just as he thought of this, he heard Xiong En continue: "Find out how many people are in their family, where they like to go, and their living habits! I need you to make their family disappear within an hour at my command in the future!"

fuck!

(End of this chapter)