Rand's home. The yard with a large lawn was covered with snow-white, filled with delicious food and fine wine. There were servants walking through the middle, and people scattered around in groups of three or three to bow their heads and chatting. These people were all wearing black suits and red ties, poking in dark places, and it was difficult to see their faces. So, as soon as I walked into this yard, I felt like I had entered a private high-end party.

In Los Angeles, "private high-end party" is not a casual statement, nor does it mean to find a few rich people, and it is a high-end party. Such gatherings often have fixed members, and it is very difficult to join. During the gathering, most of the members wear masks. The reasons for their gathering are all kinds. Some are taking drugs together, while others are placed in a large room with many charming beauties, and everyone is naked and chaotic.

Such high-end gatherings were available very early, first popular among some aristocratic classes, and later gradually spread to rich people. So when I first saw these people who were dressed up and looked a little mysterious in their faces, I thought of this when I laid my code.

After leaving the city government, Grant and Hayes, I went to a tavern next to me for a while, chatted all over the world for a long time, and then came to Grant's house staggeringly. Everyone was a little drunk, and they were blown by the cold wind and their steps were messy.

"Grant, I'll ask you something." I hugged Grant and whispered.

"What's the matter, even if you say, don't be polite when you get to me!" Grant sat on a chair and brought a glass of wine on the table.

"No matter how I think you don't look like a party meeting, but rather a high-end gathering that is popular among rich people." I doubted.

"High-level party?!" Grant and Hayes looked at each other and laughed.

"Andre, it's also a blessing for you to think of it. Do you think these people are dressed a little weird?" Hayes pointed to those people wearing black suits and red tie, and smiled so hard that their eyebrows were fighting.

I nodded: "Yes, these guys are happy. They are wearing standard clothes. What else can I do if I am not a high-end party?!"

"Wrong, I'll tell you, the color of our Republican Party is red, so every time we hold a meeting, we must wear a black suit and a red tie, which also has a sense of organization. The meeting has not started yet, so everyone is chatting privately. When the later starts, you will know." Grant patted my shoulder and took Hays away.

After two people walked up to an old man and muttered for a while, Grant quickly walked up to the podium and picked up the microphone and announced the start of the meeting.

It was said that it was a meeting, but it was far from the kind of sitting upright meeting I remembered. In my opinion, it was more like a chat. Grant summarized and reported on the work this month, and then put forward the shortcomings and loopholes in the work. Finally, everyone put forward some suggestions and supplemented Grant's report. Let's discuss it later.

Boring, very boring.

I have always been very repulsive to this kind of organizational activities. It is superficial and has no substantive content.

At first I listened a little, but later I was completely interested. I was not a party member of them. I knew nothing about what they were talking about, so I stopped listening and sat in the back and mingled with Holkina.

The yard was dark and no one would notice my movements when sitting behind me. One of my hands reached into Holkina's clothes like a snake, making Holkina soft and soft all over her body, but she was afraid that others would see her. She bit her lips tightly and looked at me, looking so cute.

"Rogue, you are such a hooligan!" said Holgina at least 784 times in one night.

The more she said that the more violent the movements in my hand became, and she went all the way down.

Later, Holkina's eyes were solid, her mouth was slightly opened, she was panting, and she was sweating profusely. Her charm and desire made me feel endlessly helpful.

Just as we were both happy behind, we walked over with our glasses.

I quickly pulled my hand out of Holkina's clothes and slapped Holkina with such a big slap on her butt.

"Mr. Corleon, why are you here?! I thought I was wrong just now." The guy walked up to me and looked at my face full of excitement.

Manager of Color Technology, Wilson Gosta.

"Mr. Gosta, it seems we haven't met for a long time." I smiled and picked up the cup in my hand and touched him.

"Are you a member of the Republican Party?" Gosta looked at me and smiled.

I shook my head and pointed to Grant on the stage: "I'm not, I'm dragged by him to watch the fun. Mr. Gosta, how has the Color Technology Company been developing recently?"

When we mentioned the Color Technology Company, the expression on Gosta's face became a little stiff. He shook his head and said to me: "Mr. Corleon doesn't know anything. The successful development of red and green two-color film has made our Color Technology Company excited. Everyone wants to make some achievements with this invention, but Mr. Chaplin's "Black Pirate" completely ruined our hopes."

"Why do you say that?" I smiled.

Gosta spread his hands: "It's very simple. If his movie succeeds, our film will be popular, but now you look at his movie, it's like a mouse crossing the street. I'm afraid no one will use our film in the future. Mr. Corleon, DreamWorks and Color Technology are partners now, so you have to help us."

Gosta looked at me, showing his longing and hopeful eyes.

I smiled and said, "Mr. Gosta, the failure of "Black Pirates" can only be said that Chaplin and United States are not at the level of sufficient quality, and it has nothing to do with your two-color film. Don't worry, since we are partners, we will use your color film to expose the influence of this film next year."

Gosta was overjoyed after hearing this.

"By the way, Mr. Gosta, I heard recently that your company and Kodak have become closer, right?" I took a sip of the wine and said casually.

Gosta's originally smiling face suddenly became solemn.

He knew that DreamWorks and Kodak had already taken it secretly, so I undoubtedly blamed him for asking this.

"Mr. Corleon, I am ashamed that Color Technology's revenue this year is not very good, and it would be good to be able to protect the capital. Sardin Eastman of Kodak found me and proposed that the two companies cooperate to treat Color Technology as a research center of Kodak. This is a good thing for us, and it was approved unanimously on the board of directors."

A good excuse.

In fact, I don’t appreciate their cooperation with Kodak at all. The only thing I see about Color Technology Company is the research technology of color film. I have already obtained this research. All the researchers who research color film in Color Technology Company have now been included in the Technology Department of DreamWorks. For me, this small company is no different from any other film production company. I am just a little dissatisfied with their cooperation with Kodak. After all, Kodak is the rival of DreamWorks.

I stared at Gosta without saying anything. He felt a little scared.

"Mr. Corleon, I'm all right, or you ask Sardinia Eastman, he's right in front!" After saying that, Gosta pointed to the crowd in front.

"Sardinia Eastman is here too?" I've eaten it.

"He's also a party member." Gosta smiled flatteringly.

We talked for a while, and Gosta got up and ran away.

"I'm a bitch, but I didn't expect there are many acquaintances here." I pointed to the crowd opposite Holgina, where there were not only Sardinia Eastman, but also Pang Mau and Freul.

"I didn't expect these guys were all members of the Republican Party." Holkina also showed surprise on her face.

While I was looking around the stage, I heard Grant suddenly raise his tone on the stage: "Dear colleagues, the main things today have been discussed almost. At the end of the meeting, as the secretary-general of the Republican Party in Los Angeles, Mr. Hayes and I jointly recommend Mr. Andre Corleon to join the Republican Party. I think everyone is already familiar with Mr. Andre Corleon, let alone his achievements. Now, please express your opinions on Mr. Corleon's joining the party."

Coaxing! The yard suddenly became chaotic. Everyone projected their eyes on me, some of them happy, some of them worried, and some of them angry.

My lungs were so angry at this time: When did I agree to join the party?? Didn’t this bitch take action first and then report?!

But in front of so many people, I was not able to have an attack, so I could only stare at Grant and Hayes who was snickering.

Grant showed a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water and squeezed my eyes twice.

"Everyone, I have something to say!" I stood up and called out: "It is my honor to be recommended to join the Republican Party with Grant and Hayes. But..."

My words were interrupted by Grant as soon as I said this.

You don't have to listen to him and you will know what I will say below. You must have found all kinds of excuses to shirk it away. I have thought about it for so long that I know the style of speaking Grant best.

"Mr. Corleon is too modest. I think you must have said that you are very young and have not enough conditions. It's okay. We were also very young when we joined the party and were not very qualified. But as long as you join the Republican Party, we will train you to become a qualified party member. Dear colleagues, do you think so?"

"Yes!" Many people below shouted enthusiastically.

I found that I must have beaten this guy Grant this time! This old fox suddenly blocked my mouth. At this time, most people welcomed me. If I make another statement and ruling, it would be like I accidentally offending all the applause.

It seems that I can enter this party even if I enter or not.

Seeing the two old foxes on the stage winking at me, I sat down so angry.

No matter what, I just join a party anyway. If I don’t meet the situation in the future, I will retreat and will not suffer any losses.

"Everyone, I think it's a bit inappropriate for Mr. Corleone to join the Republican Party." Just as the crowd was talking, a very unsociable voice sounded.

I looked at it and found that Floyle, one of the four giants of Shenwei Mutual Aid Company, and Sardin Eastman beside him lowered his head and muttered something to him. It seemed that this guy was acting as the spokesperson for Sardin Eastman.

"Mr. Floyle, can you tell me the inappropriate reason?" Grant still smiled. He seemed to have known that someone would stand up and oppose it.

Freul smiled and said, "Because Mr. Corleon's actions are inconsistent with the spirit of our party."

Wow! Noisy talk sounded again in the crowd.

"Why is it inconsistent?" Hayes was not as good as Grant's disguise ability, staring at Floyle with a serious face.

Floyle shrugged and said, "Everyone knows that the Republican Party is a party that is stable and even somewhat conservative. Mr. Andre Corleon is too maverick and has done too radically. Not to mention anything else, just talk about the civil rights movement he led recently. It almost ruined the prestige of our Republican federal government. If he joins the Republican Party and does something similar, what will people think of us? What kind of cracks will appear within the party? I think this is self-evident."

Some people nodded after hearing Freul's words, shook their heads in different attitudes.

I didn't want to join the Republican Party at first, so when Floyle first stood up against me for joining, I was still very happy, but as soon as he gave me the reason, I became popular.

"Mr. Floyle. There is no reason for you to say this!" Before Grant could speak, I stood up.

People became quiet, and many people looked at Floyle and I and set up a pose to watch the show.

Grant and Hayes on the stage saw me stand up and start arguing with Floyle. They smiled proudly at the same time.

"Why don't I have any reason?" Floyler said, shook his head.

I smiled and said, "Because your statement is not tenable at all. You say I am independent. I admit to a certain extent. You say that I am radical and I admit to a certain extent. You say that the Republican Party is a somewhat conservative party that emphasizes commissions, and I think so too. But I am very upset that the civil rights movement I led almost ruined the prestige of the federal government!"

I stared at Floyle fiercely and shouted: "No matter what party, whether it is the Republican Party or the Democratic Party, if it cannot represent justice and cannot seek welfare for the people, it will definitely fall. This is an iron law! As we all know, racial discrimination is the shame of the entire United States. In the history of the Republican Party, almost every party president has the same view on this. The most representative one is President Lincoln, a series of abolition bills signed by him in the Civil War, declared war on this injustice, and in the end, it not only won the victory, but also allowed the Republican Party to rule until today. It is brilliant to this day! What does this mean?! It shows that this is a correct move! People see the Republican Party's ambitions and

Only then will I support it! The rise of the civil rights movement. It did not make the federal government rebellious. It was like a whetstone, making the Republican Party even more irritable and unfavorable, and President Coolidge received more support from people, and also made the Republican Party’s public support rate soar! I am not defending myself, because joining the Republican Party or not is not a matter of life or death for me. What I want to tell you, all the bullshit reasons you said are not valid. A party that cannot represent the light, a party that is afraid of tempering is definitely a party with no future! Such a party, even if I ask me to join, I will not join! Do you understand, Mr. Floyle?!"

"Well said!"

"Mr. Corleon said it well!"

People applauded and welcomed.

Floyle was speechless and dumbfounded by me.

"Okay, okay, don't argue, let us all decide." Grant quickly interrupted the argument between Floyle and me, and anxiously asked the people present to express their opinions.

The result was very simple, almost unanimous.

"Andre Corleon, the party organization approved your request to join the party. On behalf of the great Republican Party, I announce that from today on behalf of the Republican Party, you will be a member of the Republican Party. I hope you can remember your identity and contribute more to the development of the party!" Looking at Grant's smile at me and shaking his head, I wish I could pounce on the stage and bit him hard.

What does it mean to approve my request to join the party? It is clearly this bitch who has raised me and held me in!

Hayes couldn't help laughing next to Grant.

The crowds in the audience walked up to me to congratulate me, and they were all very happy for my joining.

"Congratulations, Andre, from now on, we will be a family, and our work will be done even better." Pang Mao was the first to walk to me and grabbed my hand.

His words were just a pun.
To be continued...