My absurd experiences in North America over the years

In mid-January, New York, located northeast of the lighthouse, was much colder than Nashville.

When Li Fu came out of the airport, the wind carried fine snowflakes that hit his face. The sky was pressed down by a layer of dark gray clouds, and even the outlines of distant buildings became blurred.

He was used to the gloomy, sunless winters of New York.

The convoy sent by CP to pick them up was already waiting.

In the short time that Li Fu was away, this international metropolis did not change much externally, but it changed a lot internally. The city gradually emerged from the shadow of the financial crisis, and he made a great contribution to that.

As the car crossed the Queens Bridge, he looked out the window at the gray-white river and couldn't help but recall his first time in New York. Back then, he never imagined that he would be so deeply connected with CP at this moment.

The Manhattan skyline unfolded slowly ahead, the silhouettes of the skyscrapers taking on a grand hue in the hazy light.

There are so many iconic buildings here, including the famous Wall Street.

Countless people have come here in pursuit of their dream of a lighthouse.

When the car stopped downstairs at the CP Building, CP himself was already standing at the lobby entrance to greet him. He was somewhat excited about Li Fu's arrival.

He maintained his usual style, wearing a dark overcoat and a bright red tie, standing motionless in the cold wind until Li Fu got out of the car.

"Li, you've finally arrived," his voice carried on the cold wind, his breath condensing into white mist in front of him before immediately dissipating.

"I've been too busy with work lately and haven't been able to get away," Li Fu said, shaking hands warmly with his partner.

He could sense the surging emotions within the future president at that moment.

"Come on, let's go upstairs and talk," CP gestured for them to go.

The elevator stopped on the 48th floor.

When the two stepped out of the elevator, the corridor was so quiet that only their footsteps could be heard; there was no one else on the entire floor.

CP pushed open the office door, and a wave of warmth rushed in, enveloping the entire room. A fine layer of condensation formed on the windowpanes.

Li Fu felt as if he had instantly gone from the dead of winter to the warmth of spring, and casually took off his thick coat.

"Sit anywhere," CP said, taking off his coat and draping it over the back of the chair before sitting down behind the desk.

The two exchanged a few casual pleasantries, such as how the journey was going and how things were progressing in Nashville.

Then, CP couldn't wait to get to the point: "The main reason I asked you to come here is that I've decided to do something big. I'll be announcing my candidacy for the next presidential election soon."

It's no secret that the CCP wants to get involved in politics.

But directly participating in the presidential election sounds absurd to most people, and there are very few precedents for it.

Even the most impatient person should at least run for senator first, familiarize themselves with politics and build a foundation during their term, and then talk about whether they can run for president.

Of course, any citizen born in the United States has the right to run for president once they reach the required age. In fact, the laws of the United States do not prohibit prisoners from running for office.

However, being "qualified" to run for office is not the same as being eligible to run for office.

Just like how the CP wanted to give it a try many years ago, but in the end he obediently withdrew from the election because he knew the chances were zero.

Now he considers himself a big celebrity and has accumulated some prestige, while the politicians in the beacon trying to destroy his big donor have given him a strong desire to take their place.