America started its counterattack from the bum

Chapter 451 Don’t be led by the nose by that bastard!!!
The messy table was covered with pizza takeout boxes and several empty wine bottles.

There was a knock on the door, which woke up Niu Ma, who was working overtime at his desk all night and had not gone home. He got up and opened the office door.

"Fuck, this place looks like a garbage dump!"

Mr. Jacob, who pushed open the door, covered his nose in disgust and complained.

"Nigerian pizza is better than the one in Washington, Jacob, you should try it too."

The cattle and horses gradually woke up. Jacob put down the coffee he brought for them, pulled up a chair, and started talking about business.

"I know you guys have been fighting all night, but guys, get ready to go!

Thanks to my efforts, the Nigerian ambassador was willing to accept our interview! ”

It is very difficult to be a good agent of the fourth power. This time, Jacob served the California gang and lured a group of pro-Donkey Party media people to Nigeria to "investigate evidence", so he must find some results.

That's why he was trying so hard to get big news from the Nigerian ambassador.
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"I guess he is just repeating the same old story. As I recall, the Nigerian ambassador is almost reaching retirement age, isn't that right?"

A photographer who was familiar with Jacob sat next to him carrying his equipment. They were on their way to the American Embassy in Nigeria.

"Well, that's not wrong. He's a member of the Bush family. According to the age cap for ambassadors abroad, he does have to consider retirement."

After being reminded by the photographer, Jacob instantly thought of a lot of things.

There are more than 200 people in the Bush family, and the Nigerian ambassador is the worst off among them. Doesn't he consider his life after retirement?
Thinking of this, Jacob took out his mobile phone and called Gwill.

"Jacob, what's wrong?"

Will's voice came from the phone, and the photographer sitting in the back seat of the car with Jacob was wiping his equipment without changing his expression.

"Sir, is the Nigerian ambassador one of ours?" Jacob asked.

"No, but don't worry, just have a normal interview."

Will knew President Cheng’s arrangement—Temir had already dealt with the Secretary of State, so he was still relatively calm.

This is a classic example of cross-party cooperation. President Cheng and Niu Sen had a lot of fun, but the person who sacrificed was the President, and he was forced to sacrifice.

This shows how unpopular traditional lawmakers like Kevin McCarthy, who are known for their ability to work across party lines, can be.

Even if the so-called cross-party cooperation does not harm the interests of the party, betraying the collective position is itself a sin.

“Sir, I was thinking, why not spend a little money on the Nigerian ambassador?

There is an upper age limit for ambassadors stationed abroad. He will retire the year after next. If we make him some promises, think about it."

Will was silent for a moment, thinking, but soon he decided to continue with the plan.

"Mr. Jacob, I am very grateful for your advice, but at the moment, it seems that there is a limit to what we can do, you understand."

Jacob didn't quite understand what Gwill wanted him to understand, and hung up the phone with some gloom. He realized that this time it might be another anticlimactic one.

"How's it going?" asked Jacob's old photographer friend.

"Not so good. These people want to cause trouble but are unwilling to pay. They just hope that we can help them make the decisive work. Ha, ridiculous!"

Jacob complained.

"Not necessarily. There is another factor here." The photographer pointed his finger at the ceiling of the car.

Jacob looked in the direction of his finger and saw only mud spots on the car's sunroof.

"It is unlikely that the struggle above will lead to a complete annihilation. Our action of helping them to bite the commander-in-chief is a threat, and perhaps achieving this threat itself is their goal.

As for things further away, it’s not that they can’t afford it, but that they are unwilling to give it—at least not now.”

How to say it, the photographer at this moment has a bit of the demeanor of a street tycoon, speaking in a profound and mysterious way, and his pretentiousness is at its maximum.

"Don't tell me you saw this from some YouTuber," Jacob complained.

"I just met a girlfriend. She is the wife of Schumer's news assistant." The photographer replied with a wink.

"Schumer's press assistant? He knows so much?" Jacob didn't quite believe it.

"What do you know, she heard it from Schumer."

Jacob was dumbfounded and cursed.

"damn it!"
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The Vader is the number one luxury yacht owned by a well-known yacht rental company on the West Coast. Its previous owner was an Argentine super-rich man who sold the yacht to the yacht rental company due to debt restructuring.

Now, after a journey of thousands of miles, it started from San Francisco, stopped in Osaka, Seoul, northern Taiwan, and Hong Kong, and is sailing in the East China Sea. The next destination is Po County.

Its previous owner was forced to sell it due to bankruptcy, and today, another loser has boarded it.

Lao Jia has to face more than 30 guests, including major investors in the BEC project, partners of Faraday Future, and business representatives from local governments in China.

This is part of the road to rebirth that President Cheng has paved for him.

Standing on the small boat, Accountant Jia could see a group of people waiting for him at the edge of the guardrail of the Wade in the distance.

Although the waves in the Western Pacific are much smaller than those in the North Atlantic, for most people, this kind of sea journey is still too bumpy.

But Lao Jia didn't think so. He had survived all those stormy waves, so these little waves were nothing.

The two ships gradually approached each other, and Accountant Jia boarded the Vader with the help of the crew.

"Lao Jia, I never thought that we would meet here again one day."

The person in charge of investment promotion in Hengqin City first hugged Accountant Jia, as they were old acquaintances.

"I thought you wouldn't come, thank you." Accountant Jia was actually a little touched.

Even though I'm in this state, there are still people willing to give me a little trust, even if it's just a little, but this is enough to move me.

"Not really. I went to Fucheng to inspect your Faraday Future China headquarters first, and then I gained confidence."

Good guy, Lao Jia understood this time.

This is the first batch of project payments from Mr. Cheng that have arrived, which has given reassurance to the relevant parties in China.

"Understood, understood. I will talk to you later. I need to talk to BEC's investors first today. Sorry."

Accountant Jia said with a wry smile.

"Can we sit in on the class? If it's inconvenient, forget it."

"It's not inconvenient. Let's come together." Accountant Jia shook hands with the unfriendly Japanese and Korean investors one by one, and then everyone went to the conference room on the ship.

The Vader had no shortage of rooms. Its fifty-seven bedrooms of different standards could accommodate a full two hundred passengers, but the conference room could only accommodate a dozen people.

Therefore, the translators, assistants and others could only stand behind their chairs and follow orders.

Accountant Jia, who was standing at the head of the conference table, first bowed and then spoke in English.

“Everyone, I understand your criticism of me. The drastic fluctuations of BEC have brought huge risks to everyone’s funds. This…”

Accountant Jia wanted to give BEC's investors some psychological comfort first, but some people didn't buy his words.

"Jia, my two friends have already been liquidated. They don't even have a chance to survive. I didn't come today just because they jumped off the building!

You killed many people. That is not a fluctuation in market value, but a massacre!"

A Korean man angrily interrupted Accountant Jia's singing and accused him harshly.

Hearing the words of the translator, the person in charge of investment promotion in Hengqin City looked calm, but his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

If he had a choice, he wouldn't want to have anything to do with a bastard like Accountant Jia.

However, in an involuted country with limited total resources, people with involution exist in all groups. As long as they have not gained an advantageous position in the industry or field, it is difficult for individuals to break free from the control of involution.

Even those employed by the government cannot escape this curse - roll, roll to death!
Under the pressure of BEC investors' attention, Lao Jia only felt a sense of ease.

Yes, a sense of ease.

This is a feeling that is a combination of the excitement of embarking on a new journey, the confidence in facing challenges, and the desire to look forward to the future.

Accountant Jia is not afraid of so-called accusations, being scolded, or setbacks.

What he feared was that his fate would lead to irreparable failure. What he feared was that after going through so many twists and turns of fate, redemption still did not exist.

Now, he was not anxious, nor ashamed, he just gained a sense of ease from these attacks.

This is a strong man, an unquestionably strong man.

He has moral issues, a problematic past, and an extremely dark experience, but none of this can change the fact that Accountant Jia is a strong man.

“Investment is risky. At the BEC fundraising communication meeting, I emphasized that you should not add leverage in the OTC market. The expected returns of cryptocurrencies are high, but the expected risks are also high.

The last crash was essentially...”

Lao Jia stopped talking halfway and looked at his assistant, who nodded silently, indicating that the anti-recording jammer had been put in place.

“The last crash was actually caused by some giants in the cryptocurrency field being dissatisfied with my hair plan. They tried to get more BEC coins at the bottom price during the ICO stage, but I did not agree.

Later, after a double investigation by NITA and LAPD in San Lorenzo, I was completely cleared of all charges. Do you understand what this means? "

What does it mean?
The business director of Hengqin District didn’t know much about cryptocurrencies, but he saw something from the expressions of those BEC investors - it must be a good thing.

"But what about our losses? What should we do with the money we lost?"

The South Koreans are still shouting. This is how they are. In that country which is more magical than America, nothing that happens is surprising.

After all, they have neither sovereignty, nor history, nor independent governance.

Even if it is a dog, compared with its colleagues in the south, South Korea is the unpopular dog.

"Mr. Sun, I'm sorry for what happened to you. If you want to cash out, I'll give you a chance today. I can buy all your BEC shares at the market price. Do you think this is acceptable?"

Accountant Jia said expressionlessly.

Mr. Sun from South Korea finally stopped shouting.

“Okay, let me tell you about the progress of BEC’s vision plan.”
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Marines are standing at the door of the American Embassy in Nigeria, which is a unique American garrison mechanism.

In all other countries except China, American embassies are protected by American soldiers.

The car stopped, Jacob took out his press card, and after a brief communication, the group entered the embassy.

The Nigerian ambassador and Jacob greeted each other in a seemingly friendly manner, and then sat on the sofa in the meeting room, waiting for the next interview.

Jacob talked to his friends and jointly nominated a reporter from ABC to act as the interviewer.

CNN is too left, FOX is too right (not actually right, but too right in the eyes of the American left and the little pink-blues), and ABC is just right, unbiased - but actually it is also biased to the left.

The Semitic wanderers control the media, the fourth power, and use cognitive reshaping to control the ideology of Americans, thereby achieving spiritual castration of Americans. This has created a large number of redefined progressives and leftists.

Sadly, these white leftists who have been created don’t even know what is left or right. (Crazy, although what I wrote is true, I still think I am too crazy)
"Mr. Ambassador, I noticed that this matter has been brewing for almost ten days. We wanted to meet with you a week ago for a frank and in-depth exchange, but you didn't respond. Do you have any concerns?"

The questions were based on a preconceived stance and were both accusatory and leading. This ABC reporter almost took the word shameless to the extreme.

The ambassador has seen a lot of assholes. After all, he is an authentic American white man and a member of a political family like the Bush family. He has plenty of experience in dealing with assholes.

First rule - don't let assholes lead you by the nose.

“I have no worries at all, but as the Nigerian ambassador to the United States, my daily work is arranged in advance and I don’t have much time.

If you have followed the embassy’s press releases, you would have noticed that I had just arrived in a city in central Nigeria yesterday to attend a ceremony that had been scheduled long ago.

So, even if I wanted to see you today, I had to adjust my schedule to make time for it."

The reporter was turned down, but he didn't get angry and continued to ask.

"Did you know anything about the Grand Commander's son-in-law's involvement in the human trafficking and slavery of underage children?"

"No, not at all."

"Mr. Ambassador, as the US ambassador to Nigeria, you know nothing about this situation. Is this a sign of dereliction of duty? Of course, I personally don't mean that. I am just thinking from your perspective."

“Well, sorry, first of all, the fiancé of the President’s second daughter is neither Nigerian nor American, so I have no right to interfere with his behavior.

Secondly, that man is not the President’s son-in-law. I hope you can be careful with your wording on this point. I don’t want today’s interview to be taken out of context.

Finally, as the United States ambassador, my authority in Nigeria does not include monitoring the conduct of Nigerian businesses.”

"You mean to say that the company run by the president's son-in-law is involved in child trafficking and slavery?"

"What? I didn't mean that!
I mean.”

Jacob stood next to the photographer, gently rubbing the stubble on his chin with his hand and revealing a satisfied smile.

(End of this chapter)