"We have also made some investments in the Japanese real estate industry. We bought a house in Edogawa, Tokyo, and went back to live there for a while."

After taking a sip of tea, the lunch was more than halfway through. After having something in his stomach, everyone's attention naturally focused on the conversation. Of course, the Bush family invited Alice to the East Coast from afar, not to share her real estate investment experience, so soon the topic was guided to a certain oil company that was losing money.

"The main problem we are facing now is that the oil fields we drilled are always too small."

Bush shrugged helplessly: "You know, the exploration cost is a very huge expense, and the subsequent drilling equipment is not a simple expense. After spending so much money, the amount of oil obtained in the end did not meet expectations. Nothing can be more disgusting than this!"

"I deeply agree with this."

Alice was gloating, but on the surface she still had to maintain sympathy and concern: "It's like we are investing in Japan's real estate now. If we spend a lot of money to buy the land, the market price suddenly drops, and it's really a place to cry."

"But fortunately, oil exploration is still more reliable than real estate."

Of course, Bush had to lead the form in a direction that was beneficial to him. After all, his purpose was to encourage Alice to invest: "For example, in Pennsylvania, many people have proved that there are very, very rich natural gas resources there. I remember it should be... it should be... it should..."

“Seventy percent of the underground have shale landforms, and are very rich in oil and gas minerals.”

Alice added to him lightly: "It's a pity that trying to seize fat from Mobil is not a simple matter. Although the antitrust law that year dismantled Standard Oil, the relationship network is not cut off at all. Dozens of small and medium-sized peers together... tsk, it's really helpless~"

Alice's words were so heartless that Bush Jr. was of course very clear about the richest oil fields in those areas. Unfortunately, the oil industry is not an emerging industry that has only been developing for 20 or 30 years. The core interests have long been controlled by countless super-large companies. To gain some benefits in the remaining fields, it is a very test of the exploration team's capabilities.

"However, I just recently contacted three of the world's best oil exploration teams and asked for some information from them."

Bush Jr. made an enthusiastic suggestion: "Alice, do you want to take a look?"

Of course I have to see it, otherwise what are you doing here?

After getting Alice's consent, Bush Jr. snapped his fingers at another secret service at the door: "Jordan, please go to the study upstairs, and it's the one in the yellow file bag."

Seeing the secret service walk upstairs, Alice took a sip of tea and turned her attention to Bush, "Your Excellency Vice President, are you feeling a little uncomfortable again?"

Bush, the old man paused for a moment, and Barbara was shocked: "What? Oh George, your heart is uncomfortable again?"

Bush Jr. also looked at his father in surprise: "Oh my God, Father, your face is indeed a little pale!"

“It’s a bit.”

Although my wife's hand was pressed into her heart immediately, Bush still insisted on drinking the cup of tea: "Just when you just mentioned the exploration team, my heart suddenly twitched... Hey, don't worry, don't worry!"

Seeing Barbara's attitude of calling an ambulance immediately, Bush quickly pressed her arm: "Just that moment, it's fine now. I don't want the Vice President to enter the hospital to go to CNN in just three days, Joe Will, go upstairs and bring the medicine, I'll take a piece of it."

Not long ago, after picking up Alice, after making tea and pouring water, Orwell, the bodyguard of the Secret Service, received another glorious and sacred task - to go upstairs to find medicine.

The sound of going upstairs sounded in the entrance hall, about ten meters away from the restaurant. When Orwell walked up the stairs, the four people in the restaurant were in a dynamic moment.

Bush, who was on the main seat, had just put down the teacup. Because his heart twitched a few dozen seconds ago, his originally rosy face was shining with a hint of unhealthy pale at this time. When the golden light erupted, no clues were revealed to his family, but the fundamental physiological reaction was not something he could resist.

Barbara was still asking about her husband's health. Because of the excessive movement, her thick white curly hair hangs a little from her shoulders. Her once full but now loose skin is tightly thrusting because of her nervousness.

Bush's hands and fingers intertwined, his eyes shifted back from the direction of the entrance. The gray eyes had just swept across his father's body and were about to fall on his mother due to angles.

Alice watched this scene quietly. When Bush put down the teacup at a slow and fast speed, her blue eyes had already been replaced by a dark color. A darkness like a starry sky, even the white parts of her eyes were completely covered without leaving any trace.

"I haven't played this trick for a while."

He muttered this gently, just like what he had done a few dozen seconds ago, Alice stared at Old Bush with strange eyes.

To be precise, staring at his heart.

"Well……!"

With a muffled cry, the tea cup fell on the dining table, and the poured cup made the mellow tea splash onto the dish.

"dad!?"

Bush was stunned in surprise, smiling the father who comforted his wife and children the next second, his face suddenly changed, and his body tilted and fell directly to the floor!

"dad!?"

"Oh my God, George!?"

Because of the severe pain, Bush fell off the chair, and his already pale face became as pale as a wall. He grabbed his heart in pain, his body hunched over like a big shrimp, and kept making loud noises. He wanted to retreat frantically, but couldn't spit out anything, so his other hand grabbed his throat, and the force was simply a gesture of scratching his throat!

"Oh Father, Father!"

Bush knelt in front of his father in a hurry, trying to pull away the hand that was holding his throat, and the next second he shouted to the surroundings: "Come on, call an ambulance!"

"Hurry! Take action!"

In an instant, the restaurant's accident had already alarmed everyone. Five or six special agents rushed into the restaurant quickly. Orwell, who had just climbed upstairs, jumped down from the second floor stairs. Bush Jr. had already pushed away the chair that was in trouble, and Barbara knelt in front of Bush, who was lying on the ground, shouting in panic.

"Where is the medicine? Take him medicine quickly! Who can save him quickly!"

Bush was still hunched on the ground like a big prawn, holding his heart hard with one hand, and his white shirt had already wrinkled. He gasped for difficulty, like the last struggle of a drowning man before his death, and more like the Jew who was tragically damaged by mustard gas from Auschwitz. His other hand grabbed around and immediately grabbed something.

"Get out of here now!"

Alice had already walked up and easily pushed away a secret agent who was in the way. Bush, the old man, grabbed her ankle.

"Sir, please lie on your back immediately, Brighton, and quickly undergo CPR!"

The order was correct, and every second before the ambulance arrived was extremely precious. However, just as another special agent was about to ride on Bush's old body, Alice's fair little hand was already pressing on his shoulder.

Then, it was easy for the man to fly out and hit two special agents in a row. Three of them fell on the floor in piles!

"how!?"

Things happened so quickly that Bush and other secret service members were all stunned. The exaggerated visual effects contrasted with Alice's slender and delicate figure, making them even forget the vice president who was still twitching and roaring!

It was in this moment that Alice had already squatted in front of Old Bush.

"Huh..."

The sixty-year-old man grabbed his chest in extreme pain, opening his mouth wide like a trout that was about to suffocate. The sudden stop of the heart caused the blood flow throughout the body, and the brain in the hypoxia state was commanding the body to emit instinctive actions. Whether the visual nerves are still working and whether they can see who they can see, because his thinking is already as chaotic as a paste.

With just one second of time, Alice's palm had easily pushed away his old hand with blue veins and gently pressed it on the mouth of her heart.

Then……

"drink!"

The small and slender palms were like pile drivers. When it pressed hard towards Bush's heart, the great Vice President of the United States of America let out a sad scream like Romeo was hushed by Quasimodo!

Then, everything was silent.

"Huh~"

Alice wiped her forehead sweat as if she was very tired, if it really existed.

Two dining chairs fell to the ground, and the three special agents had just gotten up, while Bush and Barbara were kneeling in a daze and panic. Their father and husband, the backbone of the family, the most important supporting role in the United States of America, Vice President Bush was sticking his tongue out like a dying mangy dog, lying on the ground, panting.

Well, Alice was riding on him, and she just stood up now.

"It should be fine, for the time being."

She seemed to have lost all her nine success powers and needed to meditate immediately to recover her energy. She exhausted and found a chair to sit down and said listlessly: "I am quite confident in my theoretical knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine. Although this is the first time I practice it, it seems...well, at least I am saved."

Everyone in the audience looked at her strangely, and then looked at Bush again.

It can indeed be said to be saved.

A second ago, he looked like a typical heart attack. Because of the continuous intermittent attack, everyone knew what the symptoms of cardiac arrest were.

At this moment, although he wanted to die quickly, his heart still jumped up again.
Chapter completed!