American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 210 It’s useless for anyone to come

"Marco is a dog that can never be tamed. He won't agree unless there are tangible benefits in front of him. And Jeb can't give him what he wants now."

"But the Tea Party is different. Did you hear the Chicago Board of Trade broadcast the other day?"

"Someone loudly criticized the GOV's mortgage refinancing plan on the spot, and guess what, the ultra-conservatives are now jumping out and talking about organizing a Chicago tea party in July. Commentators, reporters, hosts, activists, like rats smelling cheese, all swarmed out and hyped it up, and the story spread quickly."

"Then the congressmen also began to respond. The first shot was fired by Rand Paul, followed by Michelle from Minnesota, Sarah from Alaska, Mickey from Kentucky, Ted from Texas, Jim from Idaho... Don't you think it's all too fast?"

In the car, Rick talked about tea.

Nora and Ryan looked at each other and said in unison: "Is there someone providing support in secret?"

"That's right, Americans for Prosperity (AFP), this organization has been established for nearly 20 years and has been promoting extreme conservative views. It was founded by David Koch and continues to provide funding. Rand Paul's father is Ron Paul, a veteran congressman from Kentucky and a retainer of David Koch. He is also the proponent of some of the Tea Party's propositions, such as tax cuts, spending cuts, refusal to increase taxes on tobacco, embracing traditional energy, and abandoning environmental protection propositions. In short, he is highly consistent with the interests of the Koch Group."

"The financial crisis has just passed, and people are bound to feel resentful because they have no money. The AFP is taking advantage of this. This emerging force should not be underestimated, and Marco is best at changing with the times. Naturally, he will be interested in tea. As long as we can get the support of tea, the nature of the land can be easily determined." Rick stated the overall plan.

"It just so happens that I also know Rand Paul. Let's ask him to pass the message to Marco, and everything will be solved naturally."

"The problem is, Rand won't help for free." Nora said slowly.

"That's right, it depends on what benefits you can bring to him." Rick said.

Nora and Ryan looked at each other again.

Ryan naturally couldn't help much as he had never heard of these names.

"I have to make some calls." Nora raised her phone.

"Go ahead." Rick nodded.

Nora got out of the car, leaving only Ryan and Rick in the car.

"Ryan Rivers, if you have any difficult problems in Florida, you can come to me. That's how we make friends. You help me today and I will help you tomorrow." Rick said with a smile.

After a while, Nora returned.

"Does the other party have any specific requirements?" Nora asked after closing the car door.

"I'll have to ask for you." Rick took out his cell phone, but like Nora, he chose to get off the car.

"Where does this person come from?" Ryan asked.

Nora looked at the driver standing outside. "He used to be a big shot in the medical complex. He did business with the previous president in the 90s. However, he suffered a setback in the new century and was exposed as the leader of the largest medical insurance fraud case in history. He was kicked out of HCA, which is one of the top private medical groups in the United States. Since then, he has shifted his focus to Florida because Jeb was the governor at the time. He has stayed there until now. He is a businessman, investor, and broker."

"He said that Markel is a dog that can never be tamed, but isn't he the same? He is trying to act as a matchmaker for Cha just for the sake of profit." Ryan said subconsciously.

Nora looked at Ryan with some surprise: "Don't ask about this."

At this time, the car door opened and Rick returned to the car.

"Rand Paul has an urgent matter right now. He needs a draft of the Democratic Party's Recovery and Reinvestment Act. It would be best if it was a full copy, or a partial copy. It needs to be done quickly and today. Can you help?"

"We just want to change the nature of the land," Nora cried.

"Then there's nothing to talk about. Rand doesn't lack anything except this, not for the time being." Rick knocked on the car window and let the driver in.

"Let's go to Palm Beach," Rick ordered, implicitly ordering Ryan and Nora to leave.

Palm Beach? Ryan suddenly felt a glimmer of hope again.

"I just happen to live there." Ryan said immediately.

Rick looked at Ryan carefully and asked, "Have you been to the Mar-a-Lago Club?"

This person obviously didn't know the inside story of the Sea-to-Lago Club, otherwise he wouldn't have asked such a question. Ryan's mind was spinning rapidly.

"I visited once and chatted with the owner. We are neighbors anyway. The guy had just yelled at the city council about the flagpole, and he had previously been in a lawsuit with the airline. In short, he is very difficult to deal with," Ryan said about what the real estate agent had revealed.

Rick is so anxious probably because he wants to find the draft of the so-called Recovery and Reinvestment Act. Obviously, this matter is either related to the owner of Mar-a-Lago Club or someone in Mar-a-Lago Club.

The investigation into the Victoria's Secret model had stalled at the time of the Mar-a-Lago Club. Ryan thought that even if there was no progress on the nature of the land, at least he could investigate the Victoria's Secret model, or at least get to know the Mar-a-Lago Club, since they were neighbors anyway.

"Great, then can you help me and come with me?" Rick took the bait and immediately invited Ryan.

"If it's done, I'll take care of the nature of the land. Nora knows my credibility, and I'll never agree to anything I'm not sure of."

"Then let's go." Ryan glanced at Nora beside him.

"Drive." Rick ordered the driver.

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"Are you going to imprison me here?" The man with a fox face raised his head and looked at the person sitting opposite him.

"This is not imprisonment. Someone just wants to ask you for a favor. As long as you agree, what happened in the club before will be forgiven and you can still be a member." The man sitting opposite was huge and smiling. While speaking, he was "playing the accordion" with his hands.

"Are you trying to threaten me with this? I have to remind you that the prosecution has withdrawn the case. Those young girls just came here to have fun, and what happened during that time was consensual." Fox Face sneered.

"Jeffrey, do you know what the consequences of not cooperating are? You will die like a dog." The golden retriever playing the accordion changed the subject.

"Really? Then you have forgotten what happened in 92? Let me help you recall. There were only two of us in the manor at that time. In addition, there were 28 young models. I have videotapes of everyone. Do you think there was any incident like that?" Jeffrey asked with a smile.

"I don't care. It's a good opportunity for the American people to see my might." The golden retriever smiled.

"Forget it. I know it was Koch who asked you to come. You have your considerations and I have mine. I have been running the Donkey Party for so long. If you were me, would you do the same?" Jeffrey frowned.

"Then it seems you need to think about it again." Seeing that the man was still so stubborn, Jinmao stood up and walked out of the room.

As soon as I went out, I saw Rick being led in by the waiter, and Ryan and Nora beside Rick.

"Rick Scott, Rand Paul asked me to come here to help. I know Jeffrey." Rick introduced himself.

"I know the name, but why did you bring this star? Do you want Jeffrey to get high and then call the donkey party?" The golden retriever glanced at Ryan.

"It's useless, no matter who comes." The golden retriever shook his head, knowing that he would never be able to pry open his mouth today.

"You won't know unless you try." Rick pretended to push the door open.

The moment the door opened, Ryan looked inside from outside and saw a strange man sitting in the room.

And the man in the room also saw Ryan.

Then Rick went in, but this time he only stayed in for a minute before coming out.

"He...he wants to talk to you." Rick pointed at Ryan.

"Me?" Ryan couldn't believe it for a moment.

"You?" Nora also widened her eyes and looked at Ryan.

"This kid?" The golden-haired man was even more puzzled.

"Yes, it's you. He said you are the only one worthy of talking to him." Rick nodded.

"After going around in circles, it seems that you have to do it yourself." Nora patted Ryan's shoulder.

Going around in a circle and coming back again?
Ryan vaguely felt that fate was playing tricks on him.

"He has no weapon?" Ryan asked.

"Nothing at all."

"I'm worried about you. I have to ask a few bodyguards to guard the door, my own bodyguards." Ryan followed.

"The entire club is surrounded by security inside and outside. Even if you don't trust them, where can you call for help at this time?" The golden-haired man did not refuse.

"It just so happens that I live nearby." Ryan immediately called and transferred several security personnel near his home. They were also brought out by Beric.

Ryan waited for his security personnel to arrive before he stepped into the room...

(End of this chapter)