"You are?"
Standing in front of his house, Mike Pence frowned and looked at the two men in suits in front of him. He just came back from walking the dog. He was about to take a shower and go to bed, but before he walked into the bathroom, the doorbell rang.
The moment he saw them, his instincts told him that they were probably political brokers or something like that. When he was governor, he received a business card from one of these people almost every few days.
But since he came to the Capital, this situation had quieted down a lot.
Although he advanced in his position, everyone knew that the vice president of the UA was a mascot.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Eugene Eric, and this is my assistant, Kayn Jay." Eric introduced himself politely and handed out his business card at the same time. "This is my business card. Please accept it."
Pence took the business card and glanced at it, then stuffed it into his pocket and frowned.
"Oh, then Mr. Eric, what can I do for you?"
"In short, we are from K Street, and we want to talk to you about work." Eric smiled politely.
"K Street?" As if he heard something funny, Pence smiled, "Then I'm afraid you are looking for the wrong person. Didn't your boss tell you that it is better to look for a member of Congress than the vice president? "
Eric and his partner, Jay, looked at each other, smiled, and continued to look at Pence.
"We prefer to call you the future president rather than the vice president."
Pence frowned and was about to say something, but Eric spoke first.
"Don't you want to invite us in?" Eric said.
Pence was taken aback for a moment, then he returned to normal and said in a relaxed tone.
"Of course, that's what I plan to do."
Walking into the house, Pence asked his wife to prepare a glass of orange juice for each of them, then he took a glass of water and sat on the sofa in the living room. After his wife went upstairs to sleep, Pence immediately asked.
"Are you going to impeach Trump?"
"… You can think so, but I didn't say anything." Eric smiled.
"You can't succeed." Leaning on the sofa, Pence said with a smile, "You want to impeach the president. Before he does anything outrageous, you have no chance."
During the impeachment proceedings, the Judicial Committee of the House of Representatives would first review the accusatory evidence to determine whether there was a basis for a formal impeachment investigation. If the impeachment process started, the House of Representatives would only need a majority vote to approve the articles of impeachment and then send them to the Senate. But when it came to the Senate, two-thirds of the votes were needed to convict the impeached. If the target of impeachment was the President, the Senate trial would be presided over by the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court.
If an impeachment case was initiated, both the House of Representatives and the Supreme Court would have to participate. Just from the procedure alone, one could see how difficult it was to impeach a president. No matter how capable Wall Street was, it was impossible to bribe two-thirds of the Senate.
In the history of the United States, Congress had only conducted impeachment investigations against three presidents, but none of them had been removed from office.
"Let's not talk about whether we have a chance of success." Eric smiled. "We came to visit you today because we want to talk to you about what will happen after you become the president."
"After I become the president?" Pence raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "If you can really make me the president —"
"Please believe us, of course we can." Eric nodded seriously, then gave a look to the assistant next to him and motioned him to take out the contract from the briefcase.
"This is …" Pence frowned slightly.
"A secret contract. As long as both sides fulfill their respective obligations, this contract will not be known to a third person." Eric opened the first page of the contract and pointed to a clause in it. "If you become the president, you must maintain a tough attitude during your four-year term, such as on the Colombian issue, such as on the Pacific issue … You should understand what I mean."
"Of course." After taking a sip of the water in the cup, Pence put down the cup, picked up the document, and said faintly, "You don't have to tell me these things, I know what to do."
Not only did he know what this sentence meant, but he could also roughly guess who had sent these two people.
According to the analysis of the Wall Street Journal, if the expectations of the UA joining the Earth Defense Alliance were fulfilled, the North American arms market would usher in the largest contraction of the century. Even the most conservative estimate would not be lower than the market value of Apple.
In this way, who would not sit still? Was there a need to guess?
He turned to the last page of the document. In the line of signature, sure enough, he saw a familiar and expected surname.
Morgan …
…
The three-day state visit was over.
At the airport in Coro City, Jiang Chen sent Trump to the gangway and shook hands with him before boarding the plane.
"I wish you a pleasant journey."
"Haha, thank you." Trump squeezed Jiang Chen's right hand and said with a smile, "Coro City is a good place, and Penglai City. It's a pity that I didn't get to visit Celestial City this time. If I have the opportunity to come here again, I must go there! "
"There are still many opportunities in the future." Jiang Chen smiled.
After he sent Trump to the plane, Jiang Chen turned to the VIP passage of the airport.
At the entrance of the passage, Ayesha was waiting there.
"Let the ghosts in North America pay attention and focus on protecting the safety of Trump during this time."
Ayesha tilted her head and looked at Jiang Chen.
"Do you think Morgan's people will make a move on him?"
"Those people can do anything. We have to be careful." After thinking for a moment, Jiang Chen then said, "Let's do this, you let Bernice pay attention over there. At least before the negotiation treaty takes effect, we must make sure he is still alive. And the B City Consortium, tell them the content of today's meeting. They know what to do. "
"I'll go now." Ayesha nodded seriously.
On the other side, the plane had already taken off for a while.
Trump was a little bored sitting in his seat. He looked around and suddenly felt a little thirsty, so he whistled at the passing flight attendant and revealed his white teeth with a smile that he thought was charming.
"Can you get me a cup of coffee?"
The flight attendant rolled her eyes at him, turned around, and walked to the front of the plane. Soon, she returned to Trump's side.
"Mr. President, your coffee."
"Thank you."
Trump took the steaming paper cup, blew on it, and took a sip of the coffee in the cup.
At this moment, he sniffed, but his brows furrowed slightly.
He didn't know if it was his illusion, but from the beginning, he faintly smelled a strange smell.
Frowning, Trump looked around.
Just as his eyes fell outside the window, the expression on his face suddenly froze …
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