my beauty world

Chapter 177 Luxury Meal Ticket Compensation Transfer and Gift to Pingqi (6000)

The car was parked in the parking lot next to the Voodoo Cathedral. Ronan didn't get out of the car. He watched the black people coming and going in a hurry, and listened intently to the voices in the church.

In the church, there was a constant sound of drumming, the kind of tambourine with African characteristics.

There seemed to be prayers.

The sound was too messy, and even though Ronan had enhanced hearing, he couldn't hear anything useful.

Start the car and leave, and then come to the textile factory.

A car carrying gauze comes out, and when you get a little closer, you can hear the sound of the machine running.

According to common sense, this type of factory has not been allowed to be placed in the urban area for a long time.

Ronan asked Carolina before. When Carolina was trained by the Special Affairs Bureau, the relevant materials specifically mentioned Voodoo and Watts Street.

Back then, slave trade in Africa brought some voodoo people to North America. The culture and inheritance of voodoo are just like the black group they rely on. Its adaptability and expansion are extremely tenacious. After a series of events, the Washington authorities simply drove voodoo from the east to the west.

And in the process of advancing westward, it was used as a sharp edge against the Indians.

The knife worked so well, so the Washington authorities kept voodoo, but it was limited to the Watts district of Los Angeles.

In the last century, the black riots in Watts district intensified the conflict between Voodoo and the authorities. However, with the emergence of the Voodoo Emperor, coupled with a series of bribes and compromises, the authorities maintained the agreement many years ago.

Survival of voodoo is becoming increasingly difficult, especially in the face of the economic restrictions imposed by the authorities, and their financial resources are drying up.

Later, he simply devoted himself to the business of being a trafficker.

However, the Bureau of Special Affairs did not mention the Loom of Destiny, so they probably didn't know about it.

Destiny Loom, the name has something to do with the textile factory.

The noise on the factory side was even more chaotic. Ronan turned around and found nothing, and it was not easy to touch it in broad daylight. He simply drove out of the Watts neighborhood and came to the beach.

Charter a speedboat and get away from the coast.

Some of the recent waste, such as disposable recoilless gun launchers and explosion residues, etc., Ronan threw all of them into the sea.

Turned around, returned to shore, and received a call from Thomas.

The exorcist priest is currently with Mad Bull, and the two have sold part of their belongings, and jointly opened an exorcism firm, which specializes in solving various difficult and miscellaneous diseases for customers.

In this world, there should be a market for exorcism.

Not to mention anything else, in the water pool beside Parker Town, there lived a devil who possessed the power of despair and death.

At the turn of the century, the magic power recovered, and it has only been more than four years now. In the words of Master Carolina, the magic power in the air is still relatively thin, and many weirdnesses are still dormant or sleeping.

Even the spells released by spellcasters such as mages and witches are not too powerful.

Thomas also joked that if there is something weird that they can't deal with, they will call him and ask for foreign aid.

Ronan responded with a smile.

At present, the advancement of the second-tier predators is in sight. Although it is unknown what the next level will be, but looking at the second-tier promotion, it may require some weird things.

The exorcism firm opened by Thomas and Mad Cow can also serve as a source of information.

Ronan goes to another safehouse, switches cars and a new disguise, and heads to the Watts block again.

The next step is pretty clear, look for opportunities to destroy the Loom of Fate.

This thing can strip off all the vests and directly hit Ronan's core vitals!
Then go to Washington, seeking to promote the last raw material for soul cooking of the predators - the eyes of the Bald Eagle King.

While driving, Ronan received a text message on his mobile phone specially used for communication, only a short line: I'm here!

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As night fell, the Hilton Grand Hotel in Washington, D.C. was brightly lit.

A high-end party is going on, involving both politics and business.

"This way!"

Under the guidance of his business partners in the United States, Igor followed him to a high-end coterie and got to know heavyweights.

In the center of the circle is a middle-aged woman with short blond hair.

This woman has an aggressive beauty, as if standing there, she can control everything around her.

When the small circle of people dispersed, this person strode over and greeted: "Claire, when did you come back?"

Claire shook hands with him: "Just came back last week, Derek, aren't you busy with business in London?"

"It's over." Derek shook hands with the middle-aged woman: "Claire, you are getting more and more beautiful."

He asked, "Frank is back too?"

Claire smiled: "Of course."

Derek motioned to Igor at the back: "Introduce a business partner to you, Igor Rebrov, a banker and entrepreneur from Lviv, a city in western Ukraine. Igor, this is Claire Ann Durwood, director of the nonprofit 'Clean Water Project'."

Igor had heard about this woman from Derek a long time ago. Her husband is a heavyweight member of Congress. She is assisting the party leader in preparing for the next general election. She is an important figure in Washington.

The so-called "Water Purification Project" is doing a profitable business under the banner of public welfare.

"Hello." Igor shook hands with Claire lightly in English with Ursey's accent: "It's a great honor to know you."

Claire's scene skills are impeccable: "I am very happy to meet friends from Ukraine."

The two chatted for a few words, inevitably talking about the situation in Eastern Europe.

Igor immediately stated his position. As an entrepreneur from Western Ukraine, he did not have the slightest impression of Mao Xiong. He hoped that Ukraine could join the EU and NATO as soon as possible.

"Security can bring about a stable business environment." He has long been prepared: "The security system in the world today is established under the maintenance of NATO led by the United States. I can't wait to hope that the country will be bathed in the glory of democracy and freedom..."

That being said, Igor is very clear about the mission this time, to find and activate those seeds, and then hold Washington back as much as possible.

If possible, let's make a mess here.

It takes time for the hometown to recover, and it also takes time to archaeologically strengthen the military.

Claire responded with a smile: "The United States has always had the responsibility of a great power. As far as I know, Washington has always regarded Ukraine as part of the free and democratic world."

After chatting for a while, Igor stopped and left here to meet more people.

Claire didn't take him seriously at all. This kind of businessman from a remote part of Europe was of no value to her.

In the political center of Washington, Igor took every step carefully and did not rashly contact any member of the Seed Project. Once his identity was exposed, he would be lost forever.

It's a pity that Olof, who instigated the seed project, died in the chaos of disintegration. If he was still there, it would be much easier.

Derek is a businessman who takes the political line, and soon introduced a powerful figure to Igor: "This is Rep. Russell of Pennsylvania, Igor, when you see him next time, he may It's the governor of Pennsylvania."

Peter Russell was bald, but easy-going: "Derek was joking." He asked: "What kind of business do you run in Ukraine?"

Igor said: "Both the banking industry and the retail industry have been involved. I am seeking for my bank to enter the foreign exchange settlement system of the European Union and North America, and chain retail stores to import more non-staple food products."

Peter Russell smiled: "I wish you success."

Like Claire, for Derek's sake, after a brief acquaintance, Peter Russell has no intention of further communication. Ukraine is too far away. In his concept, it belongs to the corner of the world and has no value for the time being.

As the banquet progressed, Peter Russell gradually became impatient and restless. The purpose of coming here today has been achieved. He met Derek, one of the party's patrons, met Frank's wife Claire, and left a certain impression.

It's time to say goodbye.

After leaving the banquet hall and dismissing the driver, Peter Russell drove alone to the business district of Washington.

Driving to an empty place, the car entered the parking lot, and he thought about his recent career. Frank is assisting the party leader Walker to participate in the next general election. Once the latter succeeds in winning, the former will surely take an important position.

Through Frank's line, can he hope to become Governor of Pennsylvania?
Thinking of this, Peter Russell became even more agitated. He took off his tie and threw it on the co-pilot, and undid the top two shirt buttons, wanting to scratch the skin on his neck.

Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore.

Peter Russell took the bag, took out the cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and took a puff.

Soon, the restlessness subsided, and people became quiet.

At the other end of the parking lot, in a very ordinary commercial vehicle, several people were observing.

One of the middle-aged people said: "Boss, I'm right, this kid is addictive! He's already addicted!"

With dyed brown hair and smoky makeup, Jess, who couldn't see her true colors at all, took a picture of the man and said, "You've done a good job. I'll take my word for it. You're still in charge of your affairs, and it's business as usual!"

These people were perennial thieves in Washington, who had been persuaded by Jess to join her alliance.

The middle-aged man was flattered and hurriedly expressed his loyalty: "Boss, you are our guiding light! Your arrival has pointed out the direction for our colleagues in Washington!"

"David, you are really talented!" Jess had the urge to cover her face, and when she came to Washington's new subordinate, after being implanted with the seeds of loyalty and obedience, she was in front of her, more than she was with that person. In front of you, you have to exaggerate.

No, no, not the same!
Jessie said in her heart, I have a cooperative relationship with him, and David is purely my subordinate.

David looked over there, Peter Russell seemed to be lying in the car, and asked, "Boss, what should we do next?"

Jess had already planned: "Leave the clever one here to watch, we go to the next stop, doesn't he like to have a drink every time he finishes high?"

David nodded: "Yes."

Jess said directly: "I'll wait for him at the tavern and talk to him."

David flattered at the right time: "Boss, do you want to conquer him with charm? He will definitely bow down to..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed that the boss's face changed, and the heavy smoky makeup couldn't cover it!

"I... what I mean is that you are very powerful, boss, and you can easily achieve anything in your hands." He quickly changed his words.

Jess sternly said: "In the future, don't say such things again, understand?"

David nodded quickly: "I remember!"

Jess touched her forehead quietly. At that moment, this place seemed to be very painful.

Heck!

The commercial vehicle drove out of the parking lot and came to the wine shop not far away. The boss had already been bribed by David.

Jess went upstairs, put on her make-up again, put on ordinary jeans and a jacket, and became a young girl with bright eyes and bright teeth.

Go downstairs, find a place to sit down, wait patiently for the target to come to your door, and recall the familiar information about Peter Russell.

Graduated from a prestigious university, worked as a lawyer, then entered politics, divorced his wife, who left for Europe with their [-]-year-old daughter, and he became a member of the Pennsylvania State Representative. For various reasons, he became addicted to drugs and alcohol. Well, there are strong political ambitions to run for governor.

David's subordinates saw Russell secretly buying goods. Jess came over from Europe to persuade this group of people to surrender, and when they were looking for a way to break the situation, they noticed Russell.

Bald eagles are generally only seen in high-end political venues.

Jess's idea was to open up the situation from relatively high-end characters.

Politicians who can climb to high positions are not easy to deal with.

This Russell is different. People who are addicted to drugs and alcohol will not have a strong mental will.

After a long time, Peter Russell walked into the tavern alone, sat in the innermost corner of the corner, and beckoned for the waiter.

The waiter asked, "Same as usual?"

Russell nodded.

When the waiter brought the whiskey, Russell just picked it up and took a sip when suddenly a young woman sat across from him.

With a ponytail, she looks good and has a very sweet smile.

Russell put down his glass and asked, "Who are you?"

Jess grinned, with two dimples on her cheeks, stared into Russell's eyes, and said, "My name is Aisha."

Hearing this name, Russell was in a trance for a moment, thinking of his daughter who followed his wife to Europe after the divorce. The daughter was also named Aisha, and he named her.

I haven't seen my daughter for many years...

Jess said again: "My name is Elsa Russell!"

Even if the seeds of consciousness could be implanted and the power of persuasion would be further strengthened after being promoted to the second level, it would not be able to persuade a politician on the spot. Russell immediately came back to his senses and stared at Jess: "What's your name?"

Jess grinned again: "Aisha Russell, mother's name is Helene Russell, father's name is Peter Russell, poor girl, she lost her father at the age of ten."

Russell took out his mobile phone: "Who are you? What do you want to do? I will call the police!"

Jess shook her head: "You won't, because I will report you, and the police will do a urine test for you. A representative, the urine test was positive, very interesting!"

She slowly stretched out her hand to get the mobile phone in Russell's hand: "You have network resources, and so do I. There are many of my companions outside, and they make good friends with media reporters."

Russell let go of his hand, and the phone fell into the opponent's hand. He didn't panic, and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Those who play politics often see dirty tricks, and compromise and exchange are the basic qualities: "If you have any conditions, just say it."

"Ah... how should I put it?" Jess scratched her head, very embarrassed: "I am very interested in the life in Washington, but the prices here are too expensive for people to afford. I came out to enjoy the vacation and wanted to find a Temporary meal ticket, let me be Aisha Russell for a few days, how about eating and drinking with you?"

Russell said: "You are not Aisha."

Jess smiled and stared into Russell's eyes. The seed of thought was invisible, but it began to affect Russell's thinking: "Aisha left the United States at the age of ten. No one here has seen her. As long as you say I am Aisha, I am Aisha. "

She covered her mouth with an exaggerated expression: "Don't tell me you want the videos and photos of your suction to appear in the media?"

Russell pointed at Aisha: "You..."

He frowned, why was he so surprised that he took this little sister as Aisha?

Missing your daughter in transition?

Jess still used realistic conditions to increase her persuasion: "Three days of luxurious meal tickets, my people will be disclosed to the media, you choose." She tilted her head and stared at Russell: "Your political career will be over."

For a man who chooses his political ambitions over his wife and daughter, this is very fatal, Russell emphasized: "Only three days!"

Jess said, "Only three days!"

Russell bit the bullet and said, "Okay, three days."

Jess smiled: "It's a pleasant cooperation."

After Peter Russell finished drinking the glass of wine, the two left the wine house together and got into Russell's car.

Jess chose to open the breakthrough with Peter Russell, because she was confident that within a few days, she would use this addict as the basis to open the situation.

The next day, shortly after Russell went to the office, many people heard that his daughter Aisha, who was taken to Europe by his ex-wife after the divorce, returned to the United States after graduating from college to visit her father and might settle in the United States.

The seed was planted successfully, and Jess waited for it to bear fruit.

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Los Angeles, Burbank.

As soon as he got to work, Ronan rushed to the magazine office and went to Pingqi's office to take a look.

Ping Qi was writing materials, saw Ronan, and said: "The FBI sent a document, and the case was officially explained. Mineral water poisoning occurred in the local area."

Ronan reminded: "Sign the confidentiality agreement, those things are rotten in the stomach, do as they say."

"I know the stakes." Ping Qi touched his bald head: "I didn't feel anything before, but after waking up and resting yesterday, I suddenly felt that this world is so strange that I don't know it!"

His three views were shattered: "Zombies really exist, Carolina can spell, and I saw her set fireballs. Ronan, does God really exist?"

Ronan told the truth: "I don't know, because I'm not a believer in God."

Ping nodded.

There was a knock on the door from behind, but it was Miranda's assistant Andy: "Duke, Miranda asked you to come and see her."

"Thanks." Ronan waved his hand at Pingqi and went to Miranda's office.

Ping Qi said: "I told Miranda, it should be fine."

Ronan turned back and nodded at him, and quickly entered Miranda's office.

Miranda was still the same, with platinum curly hair permed, and wearing Prada, her face was so cold that no expression could be seen. When she saw Ronan coming in, she pointed to the chair opposite: "Sit."

Ronan pulled out his chair and sat down: "Are you looking for me?" Seeing Miranda looking up and down, he quickly said: "Don't talk about fashion taste, I haven't come out of the nightmare of Park Town yet."

Miranda closed the proof at hand and asked, "About this matter, the company has decided to give appropriate compensation. Two days later, the company will hold a press conference on the water poisoning incident. Except for the company's spokesperson and Qi Qi, you don't want to accept it." Don't talk about it with anyone in any media interview."

Ronan seemed very professional: "I'm also half of the media, so I won't talk nonsense."

Miranda leaned back in the chair: "Pingqi said you have some ideas about work."

Ronan looked sad: "After this nightmare-like incident, so many familiar people fell down and didn't get up again. I have a psychological shadow. When I came to this office building, I seemed to feel their eyes staring at you. Me, looking at me, whispering in my ear..."

Miranda was terrified, and interrupted: "Say the request directly."

Ronan's mood was quite low: "I want to leave Los Angeles, leave the fashion circle, and start over with a new job. I heard that the company has a social and political media in Washington, and every issue will shoot covers for big figures in the political circle. , can I try it?"

Ping Qi had revealed before that Miranda was mentally prepared and said without much thought, "I will propose to the company that you be transferred to Washington's "Society Weekly" and use your photography skills to serve as the editor of the magazine. The photographer has no problem at all."

When Ronan talked about photography, he was naturally full of confidence: "My photography skills are top-notch."

That's a skill a great artist has honed over decades in the San Fernando Valley.

Miranda said: "I recommend you, Duke, you can't embarrass me. Being a political photographer is different from being a fashion photographer. You have to be careful, know how to be cautious in your words and deeds, and don't be too active, especially When facing a beautiful woman, you have to control your words and deeds."

Luo Nanxin said, that's what Duke did.

Miranda didn't say any more: "You go back and wait for the notification. There will be news tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. You'd better prepare in advance."

Ronan said, "Thank you."

Not long after leaving Miranda's office, the news spread, but no one came to say anything else, because Ronan didn't know them well.

When I came to Pingqi's office, I saw the bald director standing in front of the cabinet, staring at a large group photo inside, and there was a box at his feet.

Ronan pointed: "So fast?"

Ping Qi said: "I have to resign after all. There are too many things, so clean them up early."

Ronan asked, "You want my help?"

Ping Qi shook his head, but instead asked, "How is your side?"

"That said, Miranda agreed to help." Ronan said simply, "I think there will be definite news soon."

It can be regarded as a shared adversity, so I ask one more question: "Next to New York?"

Ping Qi nodded slowly: "The fashion circle in New York is bigger than here. With my qualifications, it's not difficult to make a living."

He said: "I just typed up my resignation report, and the higher-ups will not keep me. Someone has to be responsible. I will go to New York before the end of the month. When you go to New York, remember to call me."

Ronan said: "If I have the chance to go to New York, I will definitely go to you."

But Ping Qi said: "Don't be afraid that I will pass on bad luck to you."

Ronan didn't know how to respond to these words. After thinking about it for a while, he took out the big thumb doll that was engraved just last night from the badge space, seemingly from his pocket, and handed it to Pingqi: "Put blood on it, and take it with you." Take it with you, it will keep you safe."

Ping Qi had just seen the other side of this world and knew that things like spells really existed, so he asked, "Magic products?"

Ronan nodded: "Forget it, don't tell anyone, take it with you."

Ping Qi immediately picked up a wallpaper knife, stabbed it and scratched it on his thumb, blood gushed out, almost wailed in pain, dripped blood on the bone doll, and hurried to find a Band-Aid.

Ronan put his hands in his pockets, turned around and left the office, leaving the magazine.

　It is possible to go back to my hometown on weekends, and the leader's second update may be next week.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)