Entering the lobby, they saw several waiters busy. Under the leadership of Mike, Ju An took Emma into the elevator. When they got out of the elevator, they saw a huge roof garden with a small band playing.
There is also a female singer singing something.
What came into view were well-dressed people everywhere, gathered in small groups, talking about something. On the other side of the garden, there were several tables filled with food, and there was a small bar next to the table.
There were three or four bartenders busy inside, and some waiters were walking around holding trays of various drinks in their hands.
Turning his face for a moment, he saw Philip walking over with a smile on his face, and then gave Ju An a hug: "An, my friend, I mentioned you just now."
Ju An was a little surprised at the enthusiasm of his old friend Philip, whom he had only met once, but it didn't show on his face. He hugged Philip enthusiastically and said, "It took a lot of time to make this outfit."
Shrugging his shoulders.
Then Philips told Ju An to stop being formal and have fun, and then greeted the guy below who had just come up.
Mike introduced a few more people to Ju An, such as company directors and New York state congressmen. Everyone talked nonsense, and Ju An's face almost went numb with laughter. Finally, when he had a free moment, Ju An shook off Mike and threw it away.
The girl named Emma, holding a glass of red wine, walked to the railing and looked at the lights around her.
After a few minutes, I suddenly heard someone say from behind: "Are you Chinese?"
Ju An turned around and saw an Asian man in his thirties, holding a wine glass, standing next to Ju An.
"Yes, I just came to the United States not long ago," Ju An said with a smile.
"Hello, my name is Zhang Yonghe. I come from Shaanxi Province in China. I have been in the United States for more than five years," Zhang Yonghe said in Chinese with a smile.
Ju An replied: "Then you are much earlier."
Zhang Yonghe continued: "I just saw you here alone. You looked like a compatriot. I came up to ask and introduce you to some friends."
After saying that, he led Ju An around several groups of people and walked to a group of people with black hair and yellow skin. After everyone introduced each other, they realized that these people basically came from the motherland.
It has been over ten years, and the latest one is Ju'an, a few months.
"My name is Duan Bin. I come from the black province of China. I am now engaged in a venture capital firm," a short, fat man in his thirties with a round face introduced.
"My name is Li Yannian. I come from Jiangsu Province. I have just arrived in the United States for more than three years. I am now engaged in import and export business." Another man, about 1.7 meters tall, introduced with a smile.
Ju An said: "Then we can be considered fellow villagers. My hometown is also in Sichuan Province, Sixian County, and now I have a ranch in Montana."
"That's a real fellow countryman. My hometown is in Xu County, Su Province." Li Yannian replied with a smile.
"Then I'm far away from you. I'm from Sichuan Province. My name is Ma Chaohan. I manage a private financial company here," the tall middle-aged man introduced.
Several people started chatting in Chinese and it felt much more lively.
"Xiao Ju, I just came from China not long ago, so I may not know much about Chinese Americans. Now we Chinese Americans have more than 4 million voting rights, and we have become a source of votes that cannot be ignored in American politics. Over the years, more and more Chinese Americans have entered politics.
, more and more Chinese Americans are voting, but the turnout rate is still very low, only 30%. I am now doing some work at the Chinese American Federation to let everyone vote, no matter who they vote for." Duan Bin, a round-faced person
said.
"We Chinese Americans are still too honest. Many older people don't care about politics at all and just focus on taking care of their own families. Fortunately, the voting rate of the new generation of Chinese Americans is getting higher and higher, which can be considered a big improvement.
"Li Yannian said with a smile.
Ma Chaohan smiled and said: "The older generation doesn't care about politics because they don't know what the votes in their hands represent. The Chinese generation is much better now. Now there are two-party elections. Why don't you show off your Chinese name?"
I’m embarrassed to call myself a presidential candidate.”
"That's because there are more and more Chinese Americans. It is estimated that in the next ten years, the number of Chinese Americans with the right to vote will reach 7 million. No political party can ignore the votes in the hands of Chinese Americans now. New Chinese Americans have slowly become
It has become a political force that cannot be ignored in the United States," Zhang Yonghe said.
Listening to the chats of several people, Ju An also had a general understanding of the living conditions of Chinese Americans. Zhang Yonghe also organized a Chinese mutual aid association to help some Chinese who were living in difficulty. After hearing this, Ju An also promised to donate some money.
The next auction was simple. Everyone entered a hall together. Most of the hall was lined with rows of chairs. There was a slightly higher stage in front. There was a microphone on it. Ju An was holding the brown-haired beauty Emma on his arm.
I found a place to sit down with a group of new friends.
Next, I saw old Philips coming to the stage. It was just like a meeting in China. He thanked him in advance and said some nonsense like welcome.
Then the auction started, and the auction items were small things with the Democratic Party emblem printed on them. Ju Juan visually inspected them, and the cost was only a few yuan, and they were pretty.
Then the auction started, and everyone was quite enthusiastic about the little things, and basically all of them sold for a good price of tens of thousands.
Among them, Ju An also took pictures of two small things, which cost more than 20,000 U.S. dollars. After taking the pictures, he asked Zhang Yonghe next to him where to pay.
Zhang Yonghe said with a smile: "Just write a check directly after the auction is over, and someone will contact you then."
Ju An asked in a low voice: "So how much do you spend to support the Democratic Party's election in a year?"
Zhang Yonghe asked strangely: "What did you spend on the campaign? Could it be that someone is cheating money under the banner of the Democratic Party? This is rare."
Ju An quickly replied: "No, a friend of mine wants to draw me closer to the Democratic Party. I thought he wanted me to pay tens of millions."
Zhang Yonghe said with a smile: "If you come up with so much money, you can join the campaign committee. You need to understand the legal mechanism of the United States. Most of the election funds in the United States come from free donors, so-called free donors."
That is, ordinary people can donate no more than two thousand three hundred US dollars per election. For example, 90% of Obama's campaign funds come from these people, and many of them are twenty, fifty, one.
Hundreds of this kind of money can amount to hundreds of millions of dollars. At that time, McCain's donations of less than $2,000 accounted for 66%. This kind of money is called hard money. And the supervision is very strict.
There is a special election website. As long as you enter your name and address, you can basically find out how much money you or someone you know has donated and to whom. And even if there is any leftover money, the recipient of the donation cannot take it away.
Put it there as funds for the next campaign. For example, Hillary has a special account. The money in it is the funds for when she fails to run for the Democratic candidate, but she cannot take it out and use it elsewhere."
Ju An asked curiously: "Then I want to support 1.8 million to one person?"
Zhang Yonghe immediately said: "You must not do this. It is called bribery and it will cause big trouble. Moreover, no candidate dares to accept this money from you. The supervision here is very strict. You just have illegal money.
You can’t spend a large amount of money, so American gangsters talk about money laundering.”
Ju An scratched his head and said: "There is something different from what I thought. I thought all the money came from rich people."
Zhang Yonghe smiled and shook his head: "Rich people have funded political parties. Do you think there are bribes? There must be some. There are always corners that the law cannot control. Last time, a mayor in the United States accepted a bribe of 25,000 yuan.
Thousand dollars, is known as the largest bribery case since the founding of the United States, and you confused the free donors within the consortium with the consortium itself. These free donors do come from within the consortium, but they are all free donors and represent themselves.
, does not represent the rich, then you will find that there are supporters of both parties among these free donors. Even if your donation to a political party does not exceed one hundred thousand dollars per year, any more will be illegal. There are also some
The source of funds is called soft money. Through the campaign action committee, this money cannot be directly involved in the election. This part of the funds is largely uncontrollable. However, you cannot use this money to promote yourself. You can only use it to promote yourself.
If others are bad, the money will not appear in the books, and there are tens of millions of funds provided by the government, the candidates' own property, and funds provided by the party."
Zhang Yonghe's words made Ju An think for a while.
After the auction, he parted ways with a few fellow villagers he had just met. After staying with Mike for a while, Mike introduced himself to a Montana senator, and after complimenting each other, he and Mike
Mike headed home.
When they were going back, since Mike's home was not far from here, Mike asked the driver to take him home first, and then take Ju An to the hotel.
After Mike got off the bus, Ju An asked the brown-haired beauty Emma where she lived and sent her home first. Emma's words contained several teases, but Ju An deflected them. It's not that Ju An doesn't like beauties.
, it’s not that Ju’an is aloof or anything like that, it’s just that he doesn’t like girls he spots through the car window and feels weird.
After seeing Emma off and approaching the hotel, Ju An got out of the car at a red light and told the driver to go back and plan to walk this stretch of the road.
He untied his tie, put it in his trouser pocket, and unbuttoned his shirt to make his breathing easier. He settled under the bright street lights and walked along the road to the hotel.
After walking for a while, I found a bar on the roadside. Ju An actually didn't like bars, but he wanted to have a few drinks today, so he opened the door and went in.
There were a lot of people in the bar, the lights were a little dim, and many people were sitting together drinking and chatting.
Ju An sat down at the bar and said to the bartender who was obviously of Latin origin: "Have a glass of whiskey."
The bartender looked at Ju An, handed him a glass, poured a small glass of wine, and said with a smile: "Sir, this is your first time here?".
"How did you know it was my first time here?" Ju An asked, holding up his wine glass.
"People wearing Patek Philippe and handmade suits don't often appear in bars like this. If they did, I would definitely remember them," the bartender shrugged and smiled.
"Maybe what I'm wearing is fake." He sipped the wine into his mouth, and a stream of heat flowed down his throat and into his stomach. "I'm going to have a drink."
"Wow, then I can only praise you. Your fakes look just like the real ones." The bartender glanced around and said, "Then, I will know immediately whether yours is fake or not. Someone who can identify it."
Coming".
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