Chapter 51 Have you ever been a county magistrate?
Chapter 51 Have you ever been a county magistrate?
Author: Brilliant fireworks
Chapter 51 Have you ever been a county magistrate?
There were still three Hummers, and Golden Retriever picked up another one from the company. Wang Zhen specifically asked if the loss would be attributed to the company.
This time the lead car became a bayonet and a donkey, with a golden retriever driving in the middle, Wang Zhen and Faisal sitting in the back, followed by a poet and a shovel.
There was no way, Faisal's driver was dead. For such a risky job, it would be impossible to find reliable personnel for a while. Ordinary people's ability to survive in such an attack was too low.
All the way to the 'Party Nest', Wang Zhen got off the car and turned around to open the door for Faisal.
Faisal looked determined and had a plaster on his arm. Today was his stage.
There were a lot of people here in the party nest, and Feisal's appearance immediately attracted a lot of people's attention.
Faisal looked around, and with the help of Wang Zhen, he jumped on the front of the Humvee. He raised his arms and gestured to the crowd who were looking at him, "Yesterday, I went to visit Ahmed Ibrahim.
Sir, we were attacked by a group of people on the way back!"
"Everyone must have heard about the attack on Madin Road. In this attack, my friend of ten years, Issa, who had been helping me, was unfortunately hit by shrapnel from an RPG explosion and died."
As Faisal gave a loud speech in the small square in front of the party nest, many people who did not know it came out, and many people upstairs opened their windows and looked down.
Everyone here knows each other.
The Scythe Squad was also very good at giving Faisal a good face. Six of them, fully armed, stood on both sides of the Humvee with their chests held high and their heads raised. Together with the American flag on the front of the vehicle, it virtually enhanced Faisal's image a lot.
"I am very sad, and at the same time very angry, angry at the cruel behavior of those attackers, angry that they did not care about the life and death of innocent people. This is slandering the Iraqi people. The reason why Iraq continues to be in chaos is because of these attackers...
"
"But what I'm even more angry about is the main messengers behind these attackers, these bastards. They do all kinds of evil for personal gain and for some ulterior purpose. God will not forgive you!"
"I know why these people attacked me. They are afraid, afraid of the Democratic and Peace Party, and afraid of me, Faisal..."
"But what I want to tell you is that what doesn't kill me will eventually make me stronger!" Faisal shouted loudly, waving his arm in plaster.
Next to it, there were people taking pictures and filming. As the donkey said, half of the people here are fucking spies. There are reporters from all over the world here all year round. These are all news materials!
Looking away at those taking pictures, Wang Zhen showed a smile. He had thought of it a long time ago, so today everyone wore a mask with a US military flag on it, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.
"Those guys hiding behind the scenes, you won't hide for long, I will find you!" With that said, Faisal jumped out of the car, took out many photos prepared in advance and began to distribute them.
Especially the reporters. Faisal also revealed that he had a video in his hands.
When I saw the clear photo of the attacker, my eyes suddenly lit up. If it were yesterday, this was just one of many attacks and had no reporting value, then the speech would have reporting value. And with the photo of the attacker, the reporting value has suddenly increased.
!
The eyes of many people from other parties also flickered at this moment, and their eyes swept back and forth on the faces of Faisal and the Sickle Squad. Interestingly, although I don't know who did it, it is obvious that the Americans are about to take action!
Wang Zhen did not expect this kind of misunderstanding...
This matter did not end with a speech. In the following days, Faisal remained rooted in the party nest, wooing allies from several other relatively close parties, wooing those with neutral relationships, accepting interviews with reporters, and confronting opposing parties.
Squirt...
Very busy.
Of course, the effect is also good. Recently, Faisal has been the most handsome boy in the party nest, and his reputation has become even greater with his noisy behavior.
Whether you are a politician or a public figure, you must be able to hype!
Maybe it’s the high-profile investigation on Feisal’s side, maybe it’s because it’s received too much attention, maybe it’s because there are so many people from all parties gathered here in the party nest and it’s very chaotic. Under normal circumstances, no one dares to attack here. Anyway, the sickle team has been passing by in the past few days.
It's quite easy.
Until news came from Rahman that he had found information about the veteran who killed 26 people.
…
"Easton Cullen, from Syria, is a member of the Salim organization, a branch of the 'Syrian Liberation Alliance'. It is considered a branch of Al Qaeda. The composition of the Syrian Liberation Alliance is very complex, and there should not be too many such branches.
” explained Rahman.
"That is to say, this is a terrorist!" Wang Zhen only cared about this.
Rahman's expression was complicated, "Theoretically, NATO and the United States support the opposition."
"The United States has never publicly supported him, so he is a terrorist."
"Okay, okay, he is." Rahman compromised.
"Man, it's been seven days. Time is a bit slow. You didn't let me see the timeliness of the information." Wang Zhen stared at Rahman, "So, let this news out."
"5000." Rahman said simply.
"1000!" Wang Zhen bargained for the ankle.
After some debate, the deal was finally settled for 2,000 yuan.
…
Faisal seemed very excited to get Easton Cullen's information. The previous turmoil had been exhausted. Now new fuel appeared and things were progressing.
"Thank you. I feel the goodwill from the United States. Don't worry, I will live up to the expectations of the Gujiao Building. We have a common goal. The Democratic and Peace Party will get better and better, and Iraq will get better and better." Faisal said.
He gave Wang Zhen a big hug and spoke loudly happily.
What's this?
This is the most convincing evidence of support from the United States!
Wang Zhen:???
What does this have to do with the Foot Covering Building?
I always feel like this old guy has misunderstood something!
Wang Zhen couldn't figure it out, so he imitated the leaders on TV and talked some nonsense and vague words.
The next day, Easton Cullen's information was released to the public by Faisal, but Faisal's words meant that this was only part of the information, as if the clues to the mastermind behind the scenes had been traced.
Suddenly, a dark wind blew over the party nest.
Two days later, at Feisal's house, after dinner, Feisal came to Golden Retriever excitedly. Wang Zhen knew something was up when he saw his appearance.
"I just received a call from Ahmed's steward. Mr. Ahmed is very optimistic about the future prospects of our Democratic and Peace Party and is willing to support us with US$500,000 a year!" Faisal said loudly after closing the door and sitting down.
, the joy on his face was beyond words.
You can't live by drinking the northwest wind when running a political party, right? You still need donors. As a new member of the parliament, he could only get some scattered donations in the past, and he didn't even have 200,000 US dollars in a year. He also had to support those in the party.
We also have to do publicity, and life is very tight.
Now it's 500,000 all of a sudden. Don't blame Faisal for being happy.
After listening to the words, Wang Zhen suddenly thought of a picture for some reason.
"Have you ever been a county magistrate?"
"No."
"Let me tell you. When the county magistrate takes office, he has to create a clever name, win over the gentry, pay taxes and donations, and they pay, so that the people can follow suit. After receiving the money, the gentry's money will be returned in full, and the people's money will be divided into 30 and 70!"
"Why is it only 70%?"
"Seventy percent belongs to me! The chance of getting 30% depends on Huang Silang's face."