This Party Congress of the Party was the longest meeting in my life, from around 3 a.m. the next day.

When I came out of the venue, my legs were weak and almost fainted.

Back in the room, he fell to bed and wanted to sleep. Before he could get confused, Coolidge and Hoover slipped in from outside.

"Andre, why are you sleeping??" Coolidge looked at me and laughed.

I rolled my eyes and said loudly: "I have never seen such a perverted party. I actually held meetings for more than ten hours in a row. After the meetings are held, I still don't let anyone sleep!"

Coolidge smirked and lifted me up from the bed, saying, "Andre, you can't sleep now, go out and have fun?"

I was so excited that I wanted to cry: "Boss, you can't sleep, you're so sleepy that I'm almost unable to open my eyes."

Coolidge winked at Hoover and the two of them helped me up from the bed.

Coolidge took out his delicate little box from his arms, the three of them put on makeup, and then slipped out of the Royal Hotel.

There was no one on the street outside. At this time, there was no one at all. When the strong wind blew over, his face was like a knife cut. The cool air inhaled into the lung tube would make people cough violently.

At this time, we couldn't get any taxi, so the three of us walked and chatted on the road.

"Andre, your move is really high today, and you pushed Herbert up in an instant!" Coolidge smacked his lips and admired me very much for my performance tonight.

"Yes, Andre, I haven't thanked you yet!" Hoover looked at me, his eyes showing a look of gratitude.

I waved my hand and said, "Didn't you tell me? I'm not interested in politics. The position of the president is a joke to me, Herbert. Just don't forget my goodness when you sit on the throne of the president."

"It must be!" Hoover laughed.

"Andre, I'm very interested in the governance plans you said tonight, especially when you say that the US economy has now shown a false and prosperous trend. How do you know this?" Coolidge looked at me, his eyes brightly.

"I'm not very sure about this, it's just a feeling that there is danger behind the current prosperity of the United States." I shrugged.

Damn, I can't tell you that it will be a great depression in two years.

Coolidge lowered his head, looking at his shadow on the road, and said, "Herbert, if you take over my position, I hope you can remember what Andre said tonight."

This sentence made Hoover and I stop at the same time.

"What does it mean?" Hoover was a little unresponsive.

What I said tonight did not attract Hoover's attention, or did not shake his original thoughts at all, but now Coolidge says so, that means that the false prosperity situation I said may be true.

This is probably not a good thing for Hoover.

Coolidge breathed a long sigh, coughed, and said, "I had already felt what Andre said when I was re-electing. On the surface, the US economy was prosperous and developing rapidly, but there was always a ghost lurking in private. I had no choice but to do this. Because my inaction policy is very popular and the effect is very good, I can't joke about the interests of the United States for a feeling. At the beginning, I thought this might be an illusion for my illusion. But in the past two years, especially this year, this feeling has become stronger and stronger."

Coolidge's words were not loud, but Hoover's breathing was rapid.

"To be honest, I've been walking on thin ice for the past two years, always worried that when I wake up, the world outside the window will be in chaos, and I'm worried that it will collapse during my term of office, but now it seems that I can retire with peace of mind. Herbert, your burden is very heavy. What I want to remind you is that although I don't know if what I worry about will become a reality, you must seriously consider the policies that Andre said tonight and add them to your own plans. The sooner you prepare, the more confident you will be to resist future risks."

I was a little confused because in my impression, I always thought that the Great Depression in history broke out suddenly and there was no sign of any sign, but now it seems that Coolidge has already felt it.

Does it have anything to say that his refusal to be re-election have to do with this?

If Hoover noticed this, would he still be as cowardly as ever in history if the Great Depression comes? If he made a difference in the Great Depression, would Roosevelt still be brilliant?

A series of questions emerged in my mind.

Hoover's face was very serious, and he nodded vigorously: "Calvin, Andre, don't worry, I will think about it seriously."

"Then I'll be relieved. We won't care about this tonight. It's important to be happy." Coolidge regained his hippie face, then came to me and whispered: "Why don't we go find Lester and let him find a place to have fun?"

That night, the three of us found Rest Cameron. The three-party boss was naturally very happy about our arrival and personally brought us to one of the most famous underground ecstasy nests in San Francisco.

There, a night of fun.

I admire Coolidge, who is very energetic and has never stopped for a night.

When I woke up the next day, it was already noon. Fortunately, the meeting was over and there was nothing big.

After lunch, I took Coolidge and Hoover to visit Hawthorne's Fifth Factory.

Compared to the last time I was, the changes in Factory 5 can only be described as earth-shaking. Not only is the scale huge, but the factory buildings are connected together, I am very happy with the enthusiasm and motivational spirit revealed by the employees in the factory.

I rested at Factory No. 5 in the evening. I asked about the development of Factory No. 5 in detail and put forward my own opinions.

On the morning of the 27th, after staying for three or four days, I took a plane back to Los Angeles

In addition to Holkina, there are two more people who are traveling with me, one is the current president of the United States Coolidge, and the other is the next president Herbert Hoover.

According to the plan, Coolidge should have flew back to Washington after the meeting. But this guy said with a stern face that he didn't have anything to do when he went back.

Although he was full of expectations when talking about the Harvey Awards ceremony, I think one of the big reasons why this guy went to Los Angeles was the Imperial Hotel.

During the days of staying in San Francisco, Coolidge has not let go and have fun. This time, he naturally has to use public service to help others.

Hoover has never been to Los Angeles before and wants to see it. Coolidge has followed him with this.

Coolidge and Hoover arrived, making Los Angeles jubilant.

Los Angeles people have a great impression of Coolidge, and Hoover is now the first Republican presidential candidate, that is, the future president. So Los Angeles people are very welcome to their arrival.

When we came out of the Los Angeles Airport and looked at the welcoming crowd outside, Coolidge showed a very relaxed expression on his face, and I have never seen this expression in San Francisco.

"It's better for Los Angeles. Every time I get here, I feel like I'm at my own home." Coolidge breathed the air in Los Angeles hard. He sighed comfortably, then patted Hoover's shoulder and said, "Herbert, you will definitely like this place. In the United States. If any city can make me so obsessed with it, it's Los Angeles."

Hoover was skeptical about Coolidge's words and looked curious.

This time when he arrived in Los Angeles, Coolidge did not appear in public in particular. According to him, it was a private visit. He came here to play as an ordinary American citizen, but in fact he could not integrate into the city of Los Angeles as leisurely as an ordinary American.

The Los Angeles government is naturally responsible for all receptions. Coolidge can refuse at once.

He wanted to live in DreamWorks, which was called inspection. Pang Mao had to agree with his request in the end.

At DreamWorks, a grand welcome dinner was held that night. The dinner was not chosen in any high-end place. Instead, in the square on Harvey Street, the staff of DreamWorks and the fellow villagers of Harvey Street were extremely lively.

Coolidge and Hoover were completely integrated into the crowd of Harvey Street. Both of them ended up drinking drunk.

On the 29th, Coolidge and Hoover accompanied me to visit the DreamWorks Department.

Sanlige's three games, Disney's fourth factory, Bizerdi's "Movie Manual" editorial department, Mulvey's Rolling Stone Records, Northrop's Arms and Corleon Film Academy. Coolidge also wrote the school name for Corleon Film Academy. My proposal seemed extremely novel to Coolidge very happy. Without any hesitation, he wrote the school name for the college.

After visiting it, Coolidge and Hoover kept sighing while having supper in the temporary cafeteria at Corleon Film Academy at noon.

"Andre, in a short time, your DreamWorks has changed a lot, much more than when I came last time! It's just a thriving thrill, making me want to come." Coolidge nodded repeatedly while eating the Chinese food provided in the cafeteria.

The canteen of Corleon Film Academy invited Fuyuanzhai’s friends to come and help, so there is also a Chinese meal.

Hoover has lived in China for many years and naturally got used to Chinese food. After tasting the braised pork he had always dreamed of, Hoover almost swallowed his tongue.

"It's true. If you come, I'll raise my hand to welcome you!" I laughed.

Coolidge squinted his eyes and laughed.

"Calvin, I'll ask you a question." I put down my money and looked at Coolidge very seriously.

Coolidge was a little helpless by me and said, "If you have any questions, ask, don't be so nervous, I'm having a meal." Then the guy pointed at me and said to Hoover, "Did you see it? Every time I see this, I feel heartbroken."

"Why are you so heartbroken?" Hoover asked in confusion by stuffing a large piece of braised pork into his mouth.

Coolidge glanced at me and said, "Every time he had such an expression, it means that nothing good happened, and you will understand this deeply in the future."

Hoover didn't speak, just laughed.

"Ask." Coolidge put down his spoon and waited for my question.

"What are your plans after you step down?" I asked at Coolidge.

Coolidge was very generous: "I have been in two presidents. I have been exhausted over the years. My biggest wish now is to be an ordinary person, be happy as much as I want, and don't worry about reporters taking photos. I can enter various places openly."

This guy is not serious again.

"I'm not kidding you. To be honest." I had no way to deal with him.

Coolidge spread his hands and said, "I said it is true. After I stepped down, I went back to my hometown. There was my old house there, so I raised flowers and wrote books."

"Not?" I was disappointed.

"Yes, it's gone. Living like this is a dream for me." Coolidge affirmed.

"Bad! Living like this is depravity!" I shook my head vigorously and said, "Calvin, how old are you this year?"

Coolidge was stunned by my question and said, "It's fifty-six. What's wrong?"

I smiled and said, "Fifty-six, it is the golden age of greatness. Newton is still working hard to become a master of science at your age. Leonardo da Vinci is still in the glorious period of creation when he was fifty-six. At this age, for a person, he is formally experienced, energetic and promising. How could you live the life of an eighty-year-old man?"

My words made Hoover nod.

"Yes, Andrey makes sense. What's the difference between living like this and being an ordinary farmer? It's so wasteful." Hoover said with a smacking mouth.

Since the Party Congress, Hoover has stood firmly with me.

Colizhi opened her eyes blankly: "Who said that my life like this is degenerate? I write books, and I write my life experience in books and keep it in the world. Isn't this a good thing?"

Historically, after leaving office, Coolidge ran to Northampton to write his autobiography until his death.

I don't know why. I always don't want this guy to hold the room and write his autobiography

I think if I didn't let him go back to Northampton, maybe he wouldn't be too early.

"Bad! I've been pulled. There are a few Americans who are honestly reading books. Besides, you are only fifty-six years old and you will have decades of living life. Your autobiography is now written. What should I do in the future?" I began to refute.

"Yes, the autobiography was written by one person only when he was in his twilight years. I plan to write it when he was eighty." Hoover actively cooperated and hurriedly gave me a wink, meaning that I could shake off the plan quickly.
To be continued...