The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 195 Winning
The bright sunshine illuminated the Covina City Hall, and many citizens walked towards that direction one after another.

On both sides of the city hall office building, there are two voting locations, one blue and one red.

Today is voting day in Covina's mayoral election.

As the media cameras captured his footage, Brian took out the ballot paper with the word tangerine printed on it and cast it into the red ballot box.

A security team belonging to the Ferguson family was standing by behind him in case of any emergency.

On the other side, Owen Nestor, wearing an electronic positioning bracelet, cast his ballot into the blue ballot box.

Voting for the election has officially begun.

A black man looked at Owen, raised his middle finger at him, and walked towards the red ballot box with determination.

The woman behind him spat on the ground and said, "Disgusting thing that doesn't even let go of transvestites!"

The Indian woman who followed her corrected her, “He strengthened a lizard. I saw it with my own eyes!”

The two men also walked towards the red ballot box.

At the blue ballot box, Owen met Raya, his old friend from the citrus processing factory.

This is his core support force.

Irving said: "I always believe that you will support me."

Raya glanced at the electronic positioning bracelet on Owen's hand and said, "I came here just to say sorry to you."

Owen's face looked a little ugly: "Those are all false accusations. I don't believe you can't see through these tricks."

"It doesn't matter." Raya looked up and pointed at the new optical cable on the pole. He said, "During your last campaign, you promised to improve the broadband network, but you still didn't do anything by the end of your term. Your opponent, Brian, has already solved the fiber optic problem before he was officially elected. Do you know how much cost this can save for my Amazon store?"

He had no choice before, but now he has new choices, so of course he has to consider his own interests.

Raya strode towards the red ballot box, shook hands with Brian, and then cast the ballot in his hand into the ballot box.

By 9:30 in the morning, there were queues in front of both ballot boxes.

This mayoral election attracted far more voters than the previous one.

After all, all the citizens of Covina enjoyed eating the melons so much.

Of course, the last good show cannot be missed.

The queue at the red ballot box is more than three times longer than that at the blue ballot box.

The outcome is clear at a glance.

This is just a mayoral election in a small satellite town. Voting will end in the afternoon. There is no such thing as ghost soldiers passing through.

The vote counters couldn't do it either, as the gap between the lines on both sides was too big.

On the sidewalk diagonally across from the City Hall, Hawke and Edward sat on a bench and watched the voting.

Edward participated in the whole process and was deeply moved. He said, "Boss, if Arnold Schwarzenegger paid us $1000 million to help him, he would definitely succeed in the recall election."

Hawke was clear-headed: "Schwarzenegger has his own trusted team and will not hire us."

Edward couldn't help but be curious and asked, "Is Brian really going to run for president in the future?"

Hawke said, "His grandfather was a senator, and his uncle is now a senator. His uncle's cousin only knows how to eat, drink and have fun. If the third generation wants to take over, Erica can't go, so Brian has to go."

He paused for a moment and then went on to say, "If you do well here in Covina, you'll have a constituency. The next step is to run for city council or state legislator, or even further away for the House of Representatives, the Senate, or the Oval Office."

Edward grasped the key: "Wait until he climbs to a higher position, and then we can collude with officials and businessmen?"

Hawke responded, "Of course."

Voting closed at 3:30 p.m.

The accounting firm responsible for counting the votes officially sealed the mailbox.

The next morning, they counted the votes in the lobby of City Hall. Those who wanted to observe could monitor the counting work on the large screen temporarily erected outside City Hall.

The results will be announced at 2 p.m.

After lunch, Hawke accompanied Brian to the city hall.

Another candidate, Owen Nestor, did not show up at all, and Arnold was the one who attended in his place.

The results are obvious.

At exactly two o'clock, the results were officially announced.

"Candidate Brian Ferguson received 78.85% of the votes and was officially elected as the new mayor of Covina."

Brian clenched his fists and waved them vigorously a few times, then turned around and hugged Hawke: "We did it!"

Hawke smiled and said, "Congratulations, Mayor Bryan."

There was applause all around at this time. Except for Arnold and others who left the stage, everyone welcomed the new mayor.

Bryan then came to the door of City Hall and delivered a brief victory speech.

Because of Owen Nestor, there were media reporters outside, so Hawke did not go out. Instead, he called Edward and left the city hall through the side door.

Bryan won the election and the plan was successfully completed.

Hawke got on the business car and felt a sense of relief.

Not long after, Brian returned to the car and told Sandra who got in later: "I'm throwing a party at the mansion in Malibu this weekend, and I want to reward everyone in the team." Sandra nodded and picked up her phone to make a call.

Brian looked at Hawke: "How can I thank you?"

Hawke deliberately hid behind and said, "Please don't be like this. I have no interest in men."

"I'm Brian, I'm a man, I like women!" Brian also took out his cell phone and made a call: "Transfer $200 million to the West Coast Studio. In addition..."

He thought for a moment and said, "Buy a set of the best firearms on the market, from M4 to FN to AK, as well as sniper rifles, shotguns and pistols. Pick the most expensive and best ones and send them to Santa Monica."

The other side responded: "I'll have someone do it right away."

Brian hung up the phone and said, "Well, am I nice enough?"

Hawke chuckled twice: "The Pentagon released news two years ago that Lockheed Martin was experimenting with a new fighter jet. If you are sincere, give me one."

Brian was helpless: "Just sell me out."

Back at the campaign office, the bank account manager called and said that an additional $200 million had been deposited into the West Coast studio's account.

As for the guns, Brian was willing to give them and Hawk was happy to receive them.

Airplanes and stuff, of course, that's just a joke.

Hawke reminded Brian, "We still have some debts to pay off as soon as possible."

Brian understood what he was talking about: "I have all the cash ready, you ask the Savior to follow Bacon to get it."

Edward came to the office, listened to Hawke's instructions, and then followed Bacon out.

The two men withdrew cash, and Edward drove away alone. On the way, he called Michael and made an appointment to meet at Michael's house.

Michael has his arm in a cast and has gone home to recuperate.

When they arrived in downtown Los Angeles, Edward walked around a few times to make sure there was no one following him before entering the apartment Michael rented.

When Michael saw him come in, he said, "A few days ago, the lawyer had the first out-of-court mediation with Irving, and they are willing to compensate me $5."

Edward locked the door of the apartment, looked serious, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Michael said, "I'll listen to you."

"$5 is too little. If we delay for a while, we should be able to get more than $10." The former Hei Xiaoshuai has been with Hawke for more than a year and has been greatly influenced by him. In addition, he has gained confidence, so his words are very convincing: "We have achieved our goal in this matter, so don't be too greedy."

He opened the bag he brought, took out the cash inside and put it on the table: "Originally the boss promised $1, but you did an excellent job. Here is $ in cash. Keep it."

Michael was sure that his childhood friend had really become successful, and said, "If you need another job like this, keep looking for me."

Edward reminded: "Remember, watch your mouth."

Michael responded: "You know me, I never talk nonsense."

Edward also needs reliable manpower. Dachou and his men can only do some low-end jobs, and their identity as homeless people also has great restrictions.

He said directly: "I will help you solve the work problem. You should work hard. It's not easy for us to get out of Compton. Don't go the wrong way."

Michael looked at the $20,000 in front of him, as well as the tens of thousands of dollars he might get later, and felt that his future was bright: "Just call me if you have anything."

Edward didn't stay long and went downstairs to contact Navas and his son.

He had just made a phone call to arrange a meeting when his cell phone rang.

Deborah called: "Can you come back today? I called you every day and you said you were busy with work. You disappeared for more than a week."

Edward was helpless and explained: "I'm really working and can't leave here."

Deborah repeated with dissatisfaction, "Can we go back to Brentwood today?"

"I don't have time today." Edward thought for a moment and said, "Tomorrow... I'll see what happens tomorrow. I'll call you then."

Deborah on the other end didn't say anything more and hung up the phone.

Edward sighed, started the car and drove to a parking lot. After making sure there was no tailgate, he turned into the parking lot.

He found a secluded spot, parked the car, and made a phone call.

Not long after, Navas and his son drove over and got into Edward's car.

They had last met Edward and knew he was the driver.

Edward glanced at Navas: "Is your injury healed?"

Navas pointed to his red nose and said: "Except for the bridge of my nose, the rest are just flesh wounds. I'm young, so I'll heal quickly."

Edward picked up the briefcase under the co-pilot seat and handed it to old Navas: "The boss is very satisfied with your performance. In addition to the agreed 50,000 US dollars, he gave you an extra 30,000 US dollars."

Old Navas opened the bag, counted the money inside, confirmed that it was all real, and quickly said, "Thank you."

Little Navas came over to take a look at the money and said, "Sir, you and your boss are both good people who keep their word. You are a hundred times better than those perverts in Hollywood!"

“There are good people in Hollywood too.” Edward said, “Director Ethan is a good man.”

Navas recalled the artistic director and said, "He called me the day before yesterday and asked me to audition next month. He explained the role script and role requirements in detail."

Edward smiled with two rows of white teeth: "I hope you will become a big star soon."

(End of this chapter)