The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Minneapolis, Minnesota.

In the small town of Dewael, Barton's BBQ restaurant opened on time in the morning. The owner, Sessions, made a call to order some meat and took out a rag to wipe the bright glass door.

Suddenly, two people pushed the door open and entered.

Sessions put down the rag and reminded them, "Guests, it's not business hours yet."

Not only is the store not open for business, but the waiters haven't even started work yet.

The younger of the two stood by the door and hung the "Temporarily Closed" sign outside.

Sullivan pulled out a chair and sat down at a dining table: "We came to find you."

Sessions frowned: "I don't think I know you."

Sullivan said directly, "Your daughter Samantha, and her son Bill, have suffered a lot over the years..."

"This is my family matter!" Sessions said, his face grim, urging them to leave immediately.

The fact that his daughter gave birth before she was an adult was a humiliating disgrace that was difficult for the traditional-minded and Catholic Symins to accept.

Seeing that the other party was angry, Sullivan knew that the investigation was correct and that this matter had greatly hurt Sessions.

He stared into Sessions' eyes: "I know who Bill's father is."

Sessions lowered his hand, which had been trying to shoo the person away, and plopped down in a chair across the table.

Sullivan opened the bag, took out a large stack of photos, and placed them on the table.

Sessions picked up the photos and looked at them. Apart from his daughter and son, most of the photos featured a young man he recognized.

Krish, the assistant to Tom Emer.

Sessions remembered that this man had been with Tom Emer for at least five years, and considering the timeline, it was entirely possible that he was with Samantha.

"It was him?" The hatred on Sessions' face was undisguised.

Sullivan said casually, "Don't rush, keep reading, there's more."

Sessions continued flipping through the pile of photos, and when he saw the last few, another person appeared in them.

His old friend—Tom Emery!
The photo was taken secretly and isn't very clear, but Sessions immediately recognized his close friend from his teenage and adolescence.

Also in the same photo are two people, one big and one small: his daughter Samantha, and his grandson Bill, whom he has never acknowledged.

In the next picture, Tom is wearing a hat and bending over to talk to a child, while Samantha stands to the side smiling.

There are more at the back.

All of them were taken without clear photos.

But Sessions wouldn't mistake someone for someone else.

Sullivan picked out a few photos from the pile, pointing to one of his assistant, Krish, and said, "Look here, Krish is taking Samantha to the bank. As far as I know, Samantha only worked a few jobs briefly after giving birth to Bill, but the upscale apartment she rents, the car she drives, and her daily expenses..."

He took out several statistics from the supermarket: "These are Samantha's shopping records at Sam's Club. It took me some time to get them. The amount of money she spent would be difficult even for some middle-class people."

Sesins picked it up and glanced at it. The shopping records were frequent, and the items were mostly children's products and daily necessities, indicating that this was a person's daily spending level.

He did some mental calculations and realized that maintaining such daily expenses was quite a struggle for the owner of a fairly successful barbecue restaurant.

Because life is more than just eating and drinking.

Sullivan aptly remarked, "The average middle-class person can't afford such a bill."

Sessions put down his hands and thought of his usually well-behaved and sensible daughter, who suddenly became pregnant during high school, quarreled with him, and gave birth to a child whose father was unknown. He felt another pang of heartache.

Sullivan said no more and waited patiently.

Sessions recalled many things. It seemed that his daughter had told him that she liked more mature men. After entering high school, she complained more than once that boys her age were childish and ridiculous, not mature at all.

I like mature men...

Tom Emmer is more than just mature; he's the epitome of a charming middle-aged man.

At this moment, Sessions understood too many things. No wonder his daughter wouldn't say who the man was no matter how much he pressed her.

No wonder Tom Emer always speaks well of Samantha whenever he comes over.

No wonder he thought that if he cut off Samantha's financial support, she would obediently admit her mistake and come back, but in the end, the father-daughter relationship completely collapsed.

All unreasonable explanations become reasonable when Tom Emmer is mentioned.

Sessions felt a chill run through him. He had known all along that the guy had changed, but he hadn’t expected him to change so completely, not even sparing his childhood friend’s daughter!
Sullivan still didn't rush to speak.

He had carefully investigated Sessions and knew what kind of person he was.

Sessions and Tom Emmer have been friends for many years and know each other too well. They have maintained contact over the years, making it difficult for them not to reveal their relationship.

The fuse has been lit.

Sessions was indeed reminiscing about the past few years, especially the period before his daughter's pregnancy, which coincided with the midterm elections, and Tom Emmer's long tenure in Minnesota in his bid for re-election as senator.

Even after he left, he frequently returned to his constituency from Washington.

Can't go wrong.

He hadn't suspected anything before, and didn't think much of it, but now that he was suspicious, Sessions found suspicious points everywhere.

…………

Beverly Hills, a hilltop estate.

In the lounge, Hawke was watching a live interview on Fox News.

This episode's guest is Tom Emmer.

Facing the camera, the candidate spoke eloquently: "My new technology policy has been discussed with leading technology entrepreneurs in Silicon Valley and Silicon Beach, and has received their unanimous support. Technological innovation is the lifeblood of American society..."

Erica, who had just come from the gym, walked behind Hawke's chair, held onto the back of the chair with both hands, looked at him for a while, and asked, "Did he get support from Silicon Valley companies?"

Hawke pulled a strand of her blonde hair away, smelling the fresh scent of the shampoo she had just used, and replied, "There are so many companies in Silicon Valley, and the entanglements are extremely complex. There is no unified voice. Even if we formed a tech revolution camp, it only won over the tech billionaires who have emerged in the last decade. Most of Tom Emer's supporters are from this group, along with some supporters of Sillari."

Erica nodded, snatched the hair back from Hawke's hand, and said, "At least we have an advantage in Silicon Valley."

“Yes, I’m confident about that. Silicon Valley is in the same situation as California,” Hawke said simply. “The situation between the two parties in Silicon Valley has reversed since Schwarzenegger ran for governor.”

The support of some Silicon Valley tech companies was also a key factor in Schwarzenegger's rise to power.

Erica walked around to the front and sat next to Hawke, asking, "Didn't Tom Emer come to Los Angeles for an interview and ask you to meet him?"

Hawke put his arm around her shoulder: "It's arranged, tomorrow afternoon, at the Los Angeles Country Club. Brian will be there too." The intercom rang at that moment, and Erica answered it. The butler's voice came through: "Mr. Roger Keane from the Westsea Investment Fund is at the front door."

Hawke got up and went to the villa entrance. After waiting for a while with Erica, a Mercedes-Benz drove up and stopped not far away.

After the car door opened, Roger Keane and another middle-aged man got out of the car together.

The two men rushed over when they saw Hawke.

Hawke and Erica stepped forward and shook hands with them.

The middle-aged man was Bel Gerard, the chairman of the Indian Mutual Aid Association, who was in charge of promoting Hawke's strategy of making American technology Indian.

Hawke led the two to the reception room, where Erica prepared tea.

Gerald specifically addressed the current working status of the Mutual Aid Society of India.

The characteristics of Indians determine that the mutual aid association's work will proceed more and more smoothly.

After the mutual aid society helped the first group of Indians gain a foothold in major US tech companies, the difficulty for subsequent Indians to enter the industry decreased dramatically.

An Indian manager or technician is usually surrounded by Indians.

The mutual aid society now has chapters in 39 states.

Mutual aid societies were not established in sparsely populated agricultural and livestock states such as Montana, Wyoming, and North Dakota.

The local technology industry is underdeveloped, so there is absolutely no need to establish a mutual aid association.

After explaining the basic situation, Gerard specifically mentioned that "several Indian NGOs, as well as the Indian Embassy in the United States, have sent messages of gratitude to the Mutual Aid Association, expressing their appreciation for the Association's contributions to US-India friendship and talent exchange."

Hawke praised, "You've done a very good job, keep it up!" He then asked, "Are there any funding issues?"

Gerard said with a smile, "We currently have ample funds. We have an agreement with those Indian high-tech talents that after they join the company, they will contribute a small portion of their income back to the association to help more Indians. In this respect, I must say that Indians are exceptionally united. Just like when they join companies to band together and recruit more Indians, most of them will keep their promises."

Hawke sighed inwardly; even a bunch of maggots had their merits.

Gerald continued, "The Indian embassy privately told us that the authorities in New Delhi might award me the Padmasambhava Medal."

Hawke, unfamiliar with India's honor system, asked, "Similar to the Presidential Medal?"

“It seems to be India’s second-highest level of personal honor,” Gerard explained simply. “It is awarded to Indian citizens who have made outstanding contributions in the fields of art, education, industry, science and technology, sports, medicine, and foreign nationals who have made outstanding contributions to India.”

Roger Keane chimed in from the side, "India's highest honor in this regard is the Order of the Nation. You still have a long way to go."

Hawke said, "I have a plan here, and if it goes well, the authorities in New Delhi might award you the Order of the Nation."

He specifically called Gerald over for this matter: "You draft a proposal on Indian high-tech talent and get in touch with Tom Emmer. There are quite a few Indian Americans in North America now, and their votes count."

Gerald's eyes lit up: "After making progress in the tech world, how about generating some influence in the political arena?"

“It won’t be a big deal for the time being,” Hawke said. “The core of this proposal is for the federal government to introduce a special policy to open a green channel for Indian high-tech talent to work in the United States. For example, if they obtain technical or management positions in well-known companies, or receive a special talent recommendation, the federal government will immediately issue them a green card.”

As the chairman of the mutual aid society, Gerald thought of more: "The society's motto is Indians helping Indians. We have close ties with many Indian senior engineers and middle and senior managers in various companies. It's not difficult to get relevant recommendations through them, which will allow more Indians to enter America and take on important positions..."

Hawke praised, "Well said, let's develop the relevant plan based on this idea."

He looked at Roger Keane: "Tom Emerson is in Los Angeles. You can contact him and recommend the proposal to him."

Roger Keane knew that Hawke had given the order directly, and that getting Tom Emer's support shouldn't be a problem, so he replied, "Yes."

Gerald said, "I immediately assembled a team to complete this proposal."

Hawke came up with these ideas after Hurricane Company bombed the Indus Valley Company camp.

The two groups of people who love to cheat and swindle in the world must make quite a scene when they get together.

Americans like to recruit tech talent from all over the world.

India excels at creating talent.

After all, anyone who can pick up a welding clamp is a qualified senior welder.

…………

The following afternoon, Hawke met up with Brian and went to the Los Angeles Country Club, where they met Tom Emmer, who was waiting there.

Instead of going into the golf course, the three went to a nearby recreation room.

Someone booked the entire place specifically to entertain them.

Hawke was somewhat surprised; this person was none other than President Dong, who had a head of blond hair.

Brian shook hands with him and asked with a hint of surprise, "I didn't expect to meet you, a star of the Donald Party, here."

Hawke then looked at Tom Emmer.

The latter said with a smile, "Tang is no longer a member of the Donkey Party. He officially left the Donkey Party this month and returned to our Elephant Party."

Mr. Dong shook hands firmly with Hawke, deliberately adopting a mysterious tone: "In our previous secret discussions, I thought what you said made a lot of sense. The way the Democrats are doing has no future, especially that woman, Hillary Clinton, who is absolutely a menace. If she takes over the Oval Office, America, which is already in a difficult situation, will be completely plunged into a quagmire."

Hawke casually remarked, "It seems we've reached a consensus on this."

Mr. Dong can be said to be the most typical representative of the various forces in North America in terms of their positions. There is no such thing as firmness or immutability, only unchanging interests and positions corresponding to those interests.

Over the course of twenty years, Dong Zong jumped between the three largest political parties in the United States, and then, based on his own interests, returned to the Elephant Party.

Several years ago, when Rachel Duns and Sylvia were at the height of their power and fame, Mr. Dong repeatedly stated in public that he was a close friend of the couple.

There were even rumors that Mr. Dong had become a front man for Rachel Duns and Sylvia.

Tom Emmer then said, "Don has indeed reached an agreement with me and will fully support me in the upcoming election."

Although Mr. Tang is portrayed as a clown in the media, who can ignore a billionaire?
Hawke showed no sign of distress and said to Tom Emer, "Congratulations, you've gained another powerful ally."

Mr. Tang remained cheerful throughout, saying, "We are allies!"

The four of them split into two groups and started playing tricky pool together.

Hawke's skills were excellent, and he quickly defeated President Dong.

In the evening, Mr. Dong treated the three of them to dinner before taking his leave.

He was always an extremely intelligent person, and he knew that it would be difficult to gain trust after just switching sides.

Dong Zong's goal is no longer to use the Elephant Party for anything.

Hawke's actions over the past few years have led him to realize that the position of faction leader could bring him greater benefits.

He even had a peculiar feeling that once he entered the Oval Office, he could replace Buffett and become the world's greatest stock market guru. (End of Chapter)