I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Chapter 65 A Dinner Where Everyone Gets What They Want

Brian immediately said:

"Okay, I'll arrange for you to meet her alone. What's the best excuse?"

"Whatever, just trick her into meeting me once, no official reason needed, and then..." Richard's gaze deepened:

She will become your companion.

Brian's eyes lit up; he understood what Richard meant.

"no problem!"

Having another academic sympathizer is clearly a good thing for him.

Next, Brian continued to explain the entire banquet, and Richard, who was bored anyway, decided to listen.

Besides these three important figures, several high-ranking officials from the New York Police Department and the New York Medical Examiner's Office were also present; most of them were supporters of Brian.

But Brian needed to reconfirm everyone's stance; they also needed Brian's help.

In short, each participant has their own needs.

Politicians need the NYPD's policing support and the HRSA's policy cooperation in public health, which the NYPD and Warren Carter can provide.

For example, Theodore, in order to run for mayor, hoped to obtain a public commitment from Warren Carter to secure more funding for New York's healthcare system, so that Theodore could make such a promise and turn it into a political achievement.

Warren Carter needs to pave the way for his path to becoming HHS Deputy Secretary, and he needs more political support. He might even need to make a deal with Christina Aguilera, whose protégés or protégés may hold a key position.

Christina needs more research resources.

The NYPD wants to cultivate good relationships with important figures.

Dozens of executives from private hospitals like Nancy Health Center, as well as public hospitals, came; they too needed to win Warren Carter's favor.

At the very bottom of the banquet were Tang Yuanfan's group of small businessmen, who had to curry favor with almost everyone.

......

To put it bluntly, this is a party for political brokers.

Everyone has their own needs.

Everyone is fighting for their future.

Brian was in charge of setting up the stage and connecting people, so that everyone could take their turn and get what they wanted.

Brian can also get his share of the profits from it.

"The biggest problem right now is the attitude of Theodore and Warren Carter towards me. I have a bad feeling about them, and they might give me bad news." Brian's expression was grave.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, knock knock knock.

Doug walked in, looking somewhat surprised to see Richard sitting there, but said nothing, calmly stating:

"NYPD Chief Superintendent Myers has arrived."

Brian stood up:

"I'll go greet them."

Today is a crucial game for Bryant, and he must be fully focused.

This banquet will involve countless political maneuverings and exchanges of interests, posing a tremendous challenge for an elderly man.

Fortunately, Richard strengthened his physique, making his physical condition much better than before; otherwise, he would have had to take some medicine to get through it.

After Brian greeted Miles, before the others arrived, he immediately brought his wife and children to see Richard and solemnly introduced them:

"This is my savior, Richard!"

Brian's wife, Tessa Anderson, dressed in a carefully chosen dress, looked elegant and glamorous, but in reality, she was just an ordinary housewife. She and Brian had come from humble beginnings and had built a deep and loving relationship over the decades, but she didn't have any particularly strong abilities.

Richard could tell that although the two appeared to be a harmonious couple, Tessa was actually very afraid of Brian.

Brian's two sons and one daughter are all very composed people.

He was very obedient, at least in front of Brian.

Tessa Anderson took Richard's hand and said formally:

"Child, thank you so much. If you hadn't come to our rescue in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable. You not only saved my husband, but you also protected our entire family. We will always remember this kindness. At your age, you should be taking your college entrance exams, right?"

Brian put on a good act in front of outsiders, giving his wife face and speaking kindly:

"Professor Calderson of Princeton personally wrote a letter of recommendation for Richard."

Tessa said emotionally:

"That's wonderful! My granddaughter Lisa is studying at Princeton. She couldn't come today, but you can keep in touch more often."

Richard politely replied:

"Of course, tonight's dinner was wonderful. Thank you and Mr. Anderson for your hospitality."

The children also expressed their gratitude to Richard.

However, Brian is already 68 years old, and his youngest daughter, Juno Anderson, is 35. They are 20 or 30 years apart in age, so they have nothing in common.

There are a few grandchildren who are about the same age as Richard, but young people generally don't like participating in this kind of environment, and none of them came today.

This is also Brian's hidden worry: the second generation is mediocre, and none of the third generation are willing to go into politics.

The eldest son, Victor Anderson, is currently a police inspector in the Washington, D.C. Police Department. If Brian lives for another 10 years, Victor might become the chief inspector.

The second son, Bruno Anderson, studied law and worked as a partner in a law firm, serving as a legal advisor to some politicians.

His daughter, Juno Anderson, works as an assistant to a New York State legislator, accumulating resources for her own political career; she's not entirely without ideas.

However, if Brian loses his seat in the House of Representatives, Juno Anderson may not be able to continue serving.

Moreover, female politicians are generally fewer in number, making it more difficult for them to succeed.

Overall, Brian's upbringing is good; there are no particularly outstanding or disastrous aspects, which is like winning the lottery in a privileged family.

Unlike other wealthy families who focused on raising their eldest son while neglecting their second, Brian did not do the same. All three Anderson children received excellent educational resources.

The Anderson family has too little heritage. Brian is a first-generation politician, and each of his children is a precious lottery opportunity that cannot be wasted.

In fact, because Brian himself was struggling in the lower middle class when Victor was young, the education Victor received was actually much worse than that of his younger siblings.

There's nothing we can do about it.

Doug watched silently from the side. Brian seemed to really like this young man, which was very rare in the past decade or so.

Introducing Richard to his family members in this way demonstrates Brian's acceptance of Richard.

He knew he had to completely change his attitude towards Richard.

Brian left, and Richard followed him out of the room and into the banquet hall.

Richard was somewhat surprised by the effect of the giant, temperature-controlled tent.

The outside temperature was around 7 or 8 degrees Celsius, but the temperature inside the constant-temperature tent reached 22 degrees Celsius, which was very comfortable.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a luxury toy for the upper class.

Richard found a secluded spot to sit down; he didn't really like this kind of environment.

However, since Calderson had written him a letter of recommendation and was the dean of Princeton, it was necessary to cultivate a good relationship with him in order to make his college life more comfortable.

Richard was very confident that he could do these things by manipulating desires.

And of course, most importantly, is Christina!

The guests gradually arrived.

A sophisticated luxury car, a restrained suit, and a perfectly tailored evening gown.

Even women who are confident in their youth and beauty will not wear overly revealing dresses, as that would only embarrass them and their elders in front of others.

In short, everyone at the Congressman's dinner was dressed very modestly, and there were no freaks or sluts among them.

Brian got busy, and his daughter Juno followed suit, trying to take over her father's political resources, or at least get to know the important people.

The number of guests gradually increased.

People automatically divide themselves into circles of varying sizes based on their own social circles, where they chat, socialize, and network.

Young Asians like Richard were naturally ostracized from all circles.

Richard was happy to have some peace of mind, so he took a drink and used his desire sense to observe the flames above everyone's heads with great interest.

The two noblewomen chatted warmly face to face, but the flames above their heads burned with disgust and hatred.

The two old classmates, arms around each other, chatted and laughed like long-lost brothers, but the flames above their heads concealed their wariness and calculation.

It's so lively!

A short while later, Doug came to see Richard in person:

"Professor Calderson has arrived, that's him."

Richard saw a tall, white male with gray hair and sharp eyes; he didn't look like a dean of an Ivy League school, but more like a soldier.

This person looks very difficult to deal with.

Doug noticed Richard's curiosity and whispered:

"Caldersen served as a medic on the battlefield."

I see. Richard nodded:

"Not bad, very impressive."

Doug got up and left:

"Richard, please wait a moment. Once the congressman is finished, he will personally take you to express his gratitude to Calderson and introduce you to him."

Richard nodded:

"Okay, no rush."

As soon as Caldersen arrived at the scene, he was surrounded by a group of people.

For example, Adrian Marlowe, the director of OCME, is one of them.

He is also part of the medical system, and like most highly qualified doctors, he is a graduate of an Ivy League school.

Calderson is the dean of Princeton University, a position of exceptional stature that attracts considerable attention.

He strode forward, chatting with everyone as he walked toward the center of the banquet, introducing the young man behind him to all of them.

The young man was wearing an exquisitely handmade suit, but unfortunately he was too thin, giving off a somewhat pretentious vibe.

Richard had exceptional hearing and heard the introduction from afar, recognizing the man as Dominic Parker, a postdoctoral fellow under Calderson, who was supposedly a surgical genius.

Genius? Richard scoffed.

Calderson brazenly brought Dominic to the congressmen's banquet and tried his best to recommend Dominic to various important figures. This relationship was clearly not a simple master-disciple relationship.

Moreover, Calderson was already burning with vanity and excitement; he clearly enjoyed the occasion and relished the feeling of being fawned over.

Clearly, Calderson was not as selfless as he appeared.

Of course, if he were truly that selfless, Richard wouldn't have been able to get a letter of recommendation.

Calderson strutted confidently through the rest area, passing right in front of Richard and glancing at him.

Richard couldn't ignore it, so he stood up and politely said:

"Professor Calderson, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Richard."

"Richard?" Calderson stopped and looked at Richard scrutinizingly.

"I remember you."

Richard frowned slightly.

When Calderson heard his own name, a spark of disgust suddenly ignited within him.

Is this directed at me?

We've never met before, have we?