The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Sacramento, the governor's residence.

A large number of media reporters, having learned that Governor Bryan Ferguson had an extremely important announcement to make this afternoon, rushed to the press room.

Upon arriving here, the reporters discovered that the situation was unusual.

Brian's parents, wife, and a host of cousins ​​gathered together.

California Elephant Party leaders Kevin McCarthy and Bob Schaller appeared one after the other.

Key figures in the tech revolution, comprised of a group of internet and high-tech industry upstarts, including Peter Thiel, Reid Hoffman, Elon Musk, Jeff Bezos, Mark Zuckerberg, Sergey Bro and Reed Hastings, all sat in the front row of the press room.

The combined wealth represented by these individuals amounts to trillions of dollars.

In the media industry, Roger Ailes and Megan Taylor of Fox Television, Rupert Murdoch representing News Corp., Carolyn Jones, Twitter's COO...

A moment later, George Walker and Richard Cheney also arrived at the front row.

Next were Pence and Palin, leaders of the Tea Party within the Elephant Party.

John McCain, the leader of the moderate wing of the Republican Party, sat next to the two men.

When Reagan's widow Nancy and eldest son Prescott appeared in the press room, it caused a stir.

Why did the Reagan family suddenly appear?
Seeing so many important figures from both the political and business worlds present, the reporters gradually began to make connections.

Especially those who cover current affairs news.

A reporter from the Los Angeles Times asked Megan Taylor, who was sitting next to her, "You're well-informed, what's going on today?"

She asked, half-jokingly, "Brian isn't going to announce his candidacy for president, is he?"

Megan shook her head: "We'll find out the specifics soon enough."

In the lounge on one side of the second floor of the press room, Hawke looked down through the one-way glass in the window.

Brian, who was putting on his suit jacket, said, "This is quite a big event today."

Hawke said, "The lobbying efforts have been quite successful."

“You’ve been planning this for years, disrupting the election campaigns of Tom Emmer, Obama, and Joseph, and also suppressing the ambitious Mr. Dong.” Brian also came to the window and looked out, saying, “You’ve done all the dirty work behind the scenes. I can’t do the overt courtship and alliances anymore, so I might as well give up.”

He paused briefly, then continued, "We also paid a considerable price to win their support."

Hawke nodded slightly: "The election is not only the world's biggest variety show, but also a grand feast of interest exchanges among numerous interest groups."

Brian laughed: "Ultimately, the entire American people will pay the price."

The election is essentially a new round of redistribution of American wealth by a bunch of interest groups.

The lounge door opened from the outside, and Jennifer strode in, saying to the two of them, "It's almost time, we should go down."

Hawke glanced at his watch and said, "I'll go down first."

He left the lounge, entered the press room on the first floor, and sat down next to Erica.

Erica asked, "Ready?"

Hawke nodded: "Come down right away."

About two minutes later, Brian and Jennifer walked hand in hand down the second floor, entered the press room, and went up to the podium.

The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause.

Brian stood in front of the microphone, while Jennifer automatically stepped back.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Sacramento for this press conference." Without any hesitation, Brian announced directly, "There is only one topic for this press conference: I hereby announce my candidacy for the presidential election!"

The scene was initially filled with shock and uproar, but quickly returned to silence.

The presence of these people in the press room had already given reporters some clues.

Brian then took the opportunity to deliver his campaign manifesto.

The candidates generally fulfilled their promises to large corporations and conglomerates.

Most promises made to the public are just empty words.

The people are merely tools in the hands of the rulers, used when needed and simply consumed when not.

After the press conference, Brian hosted a welcome dinner in the banquet hall of a nearby hotel.

Hawke also had to socialize, exchanging pleasantries with people from both the political and business worlds, trying to find as many common interests as possible in order to gain more benefits from the upcoming election extravaganza.

Ultimately, these people chose to side with Brian because of their own interests.

After Hawke finished talking with Rupert Murdoch, Musk quickly went over to him, called Hawke to a secluded spot, and said, "The Indian side has contacted me again, expressing their desire to purchase launch vehicle technology."

Hawke chuckled and said, "It seems the Indians haven't given up yet."

Musk shrugged: "Their rocket and satellite technology is very mediocre. It is said that every time India launches a carrier rocket, the surrounding countries are on high alert and turn on all their radars. Nobody knows where the Indian rocket will go, not even the Indians themselves."

Hawke was aware of this, and he asked, "What's NASA's opinion?"

"The Indians have been working with NASA for the past few years, and things have softened there," Musk said roughly. "If we're willing to sell, I don't think they'll hold us back."

Hawke thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps we can collect a deposit from the Indians first."

Musk, thinking of something else, asked, "Is the satellite about to be delivered?"

“The time is almost up,” Hawke said simply. “According to the contract between the two parties, all the satellites must be delivered to the Indians in March.”

Musk was quite concerned about this: "Indians always do business without following the rules, you must be holding back, right?"

Hawke smiled and said, "The deposit paid by the Indians in this deal generated a very high profit."

Musk said enviously, "Everyone likes high-profit businesses. I'll let the space exploration team give it a try."

After the banquet, Hawke and Brian had a private chat for a while.

He stated directly, "As we reveal our campaign platform, we will inevitably face suppression from the authorities."

Brian knew this very well: "Given Tom Emer's magnanimity, he would definitely retaliate."

Hawke said, "We need to be prepared for both overt and covert methods."

“Yes, I am ready.” Over the past two years, Brian has used his status as an ally of Tom Emmer to win over many people: “As long as we are strong enough, there will be people in various departments of the Washington authorities who will support us.”

Hawke said, "It's not just about passive defense, but also about taking the initiative to attack."

Brian nodded: "We'll cooperate as before, I'll handle things openly, but you'll take the lead behind the scenes."

Hawke replied, "Okay."

Brian's candidacy was confirmed last year, and he did a lot of work to deal with Tom Emmer.

By this time, news about Brian had spread throughout the United States. Twitter launched a massive campaign, using its core algorithm and the power of the latest supercomputers to precisely push the news to the appropriate audience.

“Brian Ferguson, a governor who led California out of its financial crisis, can surely lead America back to its former glory.”

"Recently, Bryan Ferguson announced his candidacy for the presidential election. This governor, who is dedicated to serving the people, will promote his ideas and governing style throughout the United States."

“California residents with Bryan Ferguson are lucky, and that luck will soon extend to the entire nation as Bryan Ferguson announces his candidacy for this election.”

These quickly topped the trending search lists on major websites.

Fox News began airing a series of special programs about Brian, introducing the California governor to the entire nation.

…………

Washington, D.C., the Oval Office.

Tom Emer is meeting with the visiting prime minister of an island nation.

He sat at his desk, while the island nation's prime minister sat on a four-legged stool opposite him, like a dog.

The stool was very basic; it had no backrest and not even a cushion.

They treat you like a dog.

The press officer then came in from outside, looking anxious, and whispered a few words to Regina and the chief of staff.

The latter two glanced at Tom Emmer, and seeing that the president was training the dog, they decided not to interrupt and asked the press officer to wait a moment.

As their conversation drew to a close, the two men, being cautious, got up to say goodbye.

Tom Emer would routinely see him out.

He was cunning and constantly bowing and scraping, showing a real sense of duty as a dog.

Even after leaving the Oval Office and stepping onto the White House lawn to face reporters from around the world, it remains the same.

Attitude is only one aspect; the island nation has also proposed a plan to invest hundreds of billions of dollars in the United States.

In short, the island nation wants its American daddy to have both face and money.

Tom Emmanuel is in high spirits. In preparation for the upcoming election, he has extracted a total of $1500 billion in investment from South Korea and Japan.

When the United States, or rather, its incumbent president, encounters some difficulties, the first thing they naturally do is bleed the dogs.

Tom Emmer stood in front of the White House main entrance, shaking hands firmly with several key figures, and praised them into the microphone: "He is an extraordinary leader. The United States and Japan have signed the greatest investment agreement in history. The alliance between the two countries has entered a new golden age starting today."

According to the investment agreement signed by both parties, the island nation must invest $100 billion in the energy, semiconductor, and computer industries of the United States over the next year. The United States has absolute decision-making power over the flow of funds for this investment. Moreover, before Japan recovers its investment, the profits generated will be shared equally between the two parties. Once Japan recovers its investment, the United States will receive 100% of the subsequent long-term profits.

This was a completely treasonous agreement, but it meant nothing to the Japanese.

After all, the country is built on US military bases and colonies.

He was very shrewd when facing the media, repeatedly thanking Tom Emmer and America, bowing so low he almost touched the ground with his head.

Sunlight fell on Tom Emmer's face, and the current president smiled exceptionally brightly.

Finally, the meeting came to an end.

Several cunning individuals bid farewell and left the White House.

The media were also politely asked to leave.

Tom Emmer walked back with a smile. This $1500 billion investment would provide him with considerable support and help salvage some of his reputation.

With the continued support of the most influential Los Angeles and California groups, this election still has a chance.

Regina, holding her tablet, caught up with Tom Emer from behind and whispered, "Something just happened..."

Hearing that deep voice, Tom Emer's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but interrupt, asking, "What bad news is it now?"

Regina opened her tablet, handed it to him, and said, "Bryan Ferguson just held a press conference in Sacramento to announce his candidacy for this election and that he will be competing with you for the party nomination."

"What?" Tom Emmer didn't answer the tablet, and even doubted whether he had heard correctly: "You mean California Governor Bryan Ferguson?"

Regina pointed to the computer screen: "This is a video of the press conference."

Tom Emer took it and began reading it intently in the hallway.

When he heard Brian announce his candidacy for the election, his arms involuntarily fell to his sides, his good mood from signing the investment agreement with several cunning individuals vanished instantly.

Tom Emer felt like a nuclear bomb had exploded in his head, leaving him numb for a moment.

He walked blankly toward the Oval Office.

The agent at the door opened the door.

Tom Emmanuel's legs had become unsteady, and he tripped on the doormat, nearly falling over.

Regina and the chief of staff rushed forward and helped him up.

The latter cautioned, "We need to come up with targeted measures."

The betrayal from his closest ally chilled Tom Emmanuel to the bone, leaving him with a buzzing head. He slumped onto the sofa, his face drained of color.

“George Walker supported me in the last election, and I betrayed him,” Tom Emer joked. “Things really do come full circle; now the Los Angeles Group has betrayed me!”

He suddenly raised his voice: "These despicable and shameless traitors!"

Regina, the chief of staff, and the press officer were momentarily at a loss for words, because everything Tom Emer said was true.

Those who betray others will eventually be betrayed themselves...

The Oval Office was unusually quiet at this moment.

None of these people were politically naive; they all took out their phones, browsed related news, and watched Brian's videos.

They saw many bigwigs representing the major factions within the Republican Party, and even representatives of the Reagan family.

Things are getting worse.

The question now is not whether Tom Emer can win the Donald Party's challenge.

It will be difficult to get past Bryan Ferguson.

Tom Emer said in a low voice, "Why did it turn out like this?"

The chief of staff sighed inwardly, walked up to Tom Emmer, placed his hands on his shoulders, and said, "Tom, pull yourself together. You're the current president, which gives you a natural advantage. Don't be intimidated by those traitors!"

Although he felt that the Los Angeles Group's victory wasn't necessarily a bad thing, he still had to maintain a professional demeanor in front of everyone.

Tom Emmer looked up at him and said, "California is our trump card, and Twitter and Fox are our biggest propaganda fronts. Now they're all supporting Brian. What can I do?"

That wasn't all. He continued, "You should know very well how terrifying it is that Hawke Osment's Twitter network works closely with us, knows everything about our situation, while we know nothing about them." (End of Chapter)