Summer is here.

There is no difference between Washington, D.C. and other parts of the northern hemisphere in July, Jowell thought so when he sat in his car. The expressway in front of the national airport is full of vehicles all year round, and tourists from all over the world are mixed with politicians who often travel here, and they will pour out in batches every once in a while, adding a burden to the traffic pressure in the metropolitan area.

As a driver, Jowell was used to the prosperity of the entire city and the various inside stories hidden behind it.

But today is a good day, with sunshine and as the captain in the walker said, it is lazy and suitable for people to go out for a walk. In fact, according to the news broadcast of the on-board radio station at this time, the captain should be strolling on the front lawn of the White House because the president is showing his love with his puppy in front of the media.

Unfortunately, Jowell couldn't watch the news on site in person, so he could only listen through the nagging radio station. There is no way, who told him that he was just one of the vice president's bodyguards?

And the current task is not to pick up the vice president.

Look at the time, there is still ten minutes left before 10:30 in the morning. The plane that just passed through the sky should be the target. Calculate it, when the minute hand of the watch points to the position of "six", the other party should appear.

Soon, when the minute was pointing to "Five", groups of figures appeared behind the glass doors at the entrance and exit of the airport and walked out one after another. For a moment, another wave of people rushed to the streets, and the taxis that had been waiting around began to drive one by one.

Soon, Jowell discovered his target.

A fifteen-year-old girl appeared in his sight, wearing Dior's new summer suit, elegant and exquisite little sandals paired with a short skirt with a sparkling pearly luster, and a minimalist short-sleeved top. As soon as she walked out of the airport gate, she shook her head of black hair, and her dark sunglasses reflected a dazzling light in the sun. Before Jowell could honk, her eyes came over like infrared scanning.

A black Lincoln sedan was parked on the side of the road with a big thorn. Apart from the driver sent by Bush, how could there be such a second combination of such a scheming one?

Alice smiled slightly, walked up three or two steps, and opened the back door of the car: "Driving, drive!"

Jowell looked at the beautiful Asian mixed-race girl through the rearview mirror and nodded, "Yes, Miss."

The extended car began to drive off the road and embarked on the road to a typical high-end residential area, but first passed a viaduct clamoring for traffic. Alice sat in the back car, and lifted her head and could see the Pentagon and the wide parking lot outside it. As for the small refrigerator and red wine in the car, it did not attract her attention at all.

Summer is here and summer vacation is here, so it is natural that the meeting with the vice president who was not scheduled several months in advance should be held.

"gentlemen?"

As the car drove over the viaduct and turned to the west, Alice said to the driver: "Is there any newspaper to read?"

Jowell looked at the beautiful girl from the rearview mirror: "The shelf on the left is updated every day, it is the Washington Post."

"Thanks."

Alice soon discovered the newspaper and immediately opened the financial version.

In a nutshell, the stock market is booming at this time.

Since the arrival of summer, the stock market, led by the New York Stock Exchange, has hit new highs in a row. In just three months, the prices of many stocks have increased by more than 30%. Wall Street has made a lot of money recently because too many investors have thrown their money to those investment companies. According to Rothschild Bank's second-quarter fiscal report this year, the business growth rate they received has increased by a full half compared to the previous quarter!

However, after the extreme prosperity, it has always been the beginning of hell.

After scanning the bull stock review reports about yesterday's stock market, Alice did not look at it carefully. After all, this is not the Wall Street Journal.

Time has not passed long, and just after she flipped through the entire newspaper, the car had already driven to a huge villa in the suburbs. The iron fence slowly opened, and the car, which had a little pause, started the accelerator again. Alice looked towards the front door of the house. The door had just opened, and a man in a suit and tie was walking up the steps, and there was a bodyguard in a suit and tie on each side.

Vice President Bush made a grand appearance. When Alice got off the car, he walked up quickly surrounded by Secret Service staff.

"Welcome, Alice, long time no see!"

"Hello, Mr. Vice President."

Now is the time to be well-behaved. Alice politely saluted the other party. At the same time, a naughty child who was incompetent with her also stepped out of the house at the same time.

"Barbara, George, this is Alice!"

The vice president introduced his wife and children: "Alice, this is my wife Barbara and George."

"Ah, hello, ma'am."

Alice smiled and shook hands with Mrs. Bush, then looked at the one beside her.

Well, a forty-one-year-old naughty child at some point.

"Hello, Alice."

Bush looked at the girl with a surprised and slightly scrutinized look, and stretched out his hand with the same smile.

Alice raised her eyebrows lightly, and her slender little hands made an invisible grip. After moving her fingers, she shook hands with the forty-year-old child: "I'm honored to see you, Mr. Bush, I heard from your father that he had just moved to Washington, DC half a month ago?"

Bush Jr. looked at Bush and smiled in surprise, "Oh, Dad, did you explain so much?"

Bush looked at Bush Jr. and laughed: "What, you still regard yourself as a Middle Eastern royal family, and your whereabouts need to be kept secret? Come into the house quickly, lunch is about to begin. Alice, go?"

He could quickly release Bush's hand, and in the following steps, Alice rubbed hard on her short skirt.

Alice clearly remembers that according to his autobiography, George W. Bush probably moved to Washington in 1988 to support his presidential campaign. Now he was called over by his father almost a year earlier, obviously because of his own.

The Bush family has a big family. I started the oil business as early as the 1950s. My son also opened a peer company that lost money. It also has a lot of relationship with the Middle East, so this huge mansion is also valuable and covers a vast area. So according to news reports three years ago, when Bush ran for vice president, he did not move into the Naval Observatory Building 1, which was specially prepared for the vice presidential position. Instead, he insisted that Congress allocate funds to modify his existing mansion, and he really would use his power.

But for a moment, led by the family, Alice sat on the right of the long table in the dining room. In the spacious room, there was a Secret Service bodyguard on duty at each entrance, and the chef would immediately serve plates of exquisite dishes.

As soon as she sat down, Mrs. Bush suggested: "Alice, have a cup of coffee or black tea first? I must have woken up very early this morning, and I'm still a little sleepy now?"

"Black tea is ready, coffee is a bit too early for me to drink."

He responded obediently, and Alice looked at Bush with her blue eyes: "But, Mr. Vice President, you don't have to be polite. If you want to drink coffee, just drink it."

While saying this, she glanced at Bush deeply.

"Oh, I think I'd better forget it."

Bush's eyebrows frowned slightly, obviously thinking of something unpleasant. Sure enough, he explained: "I don't know what happened this week. I always feel a little uncomfortable in my heart. It's better to drink less coffee. Orwell, a sufficient portion of black tea."

Orwell nodded at the restaurant door and walked out of the room as the bodyguard in charge of picking up Alice.

Alice frowned slightly and said caringly: "Damn your heart? Have you seen a doctor? Has the cause been found?"

"Of course I've seen it, but the reason... is inexplicable."

This has obviously troubled Bush for a week. He said thoughtfully: "I have the habit of morning exercise every day. I have been doing it for twenty or thirty years. Not to mention the exaggerated symptoms of heart disease, even colds are rarely caused. It is impossible that it is because I am old. I had a physical examination last month, and all the indicators are completely normal, just a week ago, suddenly!"

"We were so scared!"

As a wife, Barbara still spoke in a shocking tone when she mentioned this matter: "He was having supper at the time and suddenly fell to the ground. His whole body twitched like an epilepsy. We quickly sent him to the hospital. After the president found out, he rushed over immediately. Alice, this matter has been in the news. Haven't you watched it?"

"A week ago...our family is in Japan!"

Alice's eyes rolled, and the blue light flashed continuously in her eyes. This was a very strange phenomenon. Generally speaking, it was impossible for a person's eyeball to flash. However, the family at the dining table did not care about this detail, because the girl's next words immediately blurted out.

"Because Japan's housing prices have risen by a full seven percent!"

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot the theme of our meeting this time."

It was also the previous topic that really didn't want to continue. Bush Lao laughed and said, "Investment, George, Alice has a unique vision in the investment field. I remember not long before the release of the "Alien II", you seemed to have said in an interview that you acquired a company called...ah funny?"

"Adobe, Vice President, did you learn English from the Japanese?"
Chapter completed!