Chapter 396 The Mighty Donkey(2/2)
Richard Gephardt, an old man half a century old, did not show any anger at being treated shoulder to shoulder by such a young man.
This is not because he is well-educated, but in his eyes, Abel's young age is no longer important.
What matters is Abel's identity, wealth and influence!
"Oh...actually, if it were up to me to decide, I would rather go to the Bay Area and find a golf course to play golf." Richard Gephardt said to Abel with a smile.
"But I didn't initiate this gathering, so there's nothing we can do about it."
"It's not you, that's Mr. Brown?"
"No." Jerry Brown had already come up.
Two old men, both over sixty, surrounded young Abel in the middle, as if he was the core.
"It was called by another gentleman. It was a gathering of many friends. We thought you were one of our most distinguished guests, Mr. Smith, so we invited you."
Jerry Brown said.
Richard Gephard smiled and nodded slightly.
Abel shrugged, thinking that two old men were still playing mysterious games? Labor and management had even seen Rockefeller, Morgan, the California consortium, and the Texas consortium.
The contact information of several of the Oilers' top bosses is also available.
Just make a phone call and you can have a party with her in a matter of minutes.
Who is there on the Donkey Party side?
He smiled and stopped mentioning this, followed the two old men across the deck and walked into the yacht.
They quickly passed through a corridor hung with various beautiful paintings and decorations, and entered a large living room on the huge yacht.
There were many people in the big living room. Abel glanced over and found that there were at least thirty or forty men and women, more men than women.
And he immediately saw the core of the crowd, a few old men and women surrounded in the middle.
Among them, two old men and an old woman walked briskly towards him after he came in.
Before the other party could get closer, Abel and Jerry Brown, and Jessica behind Richard Gephart, had already whispered in surprise:
"Oh, my God! Corridon! Shinari!"
No wonder Jessica loses her composure in front of so many people.
Because they were smiling, the three people who walked over quickly were none other than others.
Whose two of them are household names to everyone in the United States?
Isn't that Colliton, who is praised as the best "civilian commander" in the history of the United States, with public praise and evaluation comparable to Lincoln and Kennedy, and his equally famous wife Shinari!!
Jessica could still hold back when meeting big shots like Richard Gephardt and Jerry Brown.
It can be seen that Jessica couldn't help but scream when she saw this legendary couple.
I saw Colliton wearing his signature smile. After walking over, he didn’t even look at Jessica. Instead, he smiled directly at Abel and extended his hand:
"Hello, Mr. Smith. My name is William Jefferson Colliton."
Abel raised his eyebrows, smiled and shook hands with him:
"It seems that you are the initiator of the party and the one who invited me. It's very mysterious, Mr. Colliton. Hello, I am Abel Smith."
"Hahaha~" Colliton laughed. His temperament was cheerful and natural, and he looked very energetic, which was much better than George's aura.
"I'm sorry, we didn't deliberately keep it secret. But Jerry said it would be a surprise for you. I don't think it will be a surprise to see me. After all, it is already 2002, not 2000, and it is not 1993."
"No……"
Abel looked at Jerry Brown meaningfully, and the old fox smiled kindly at him as always.
Abel could only say: "Of course there are surprises. After all, you are one of the Americans I admire most."
Abel's words are somewhat sincere.
Colliton, let alone his contribution to the United States during his administration.
Just his superficial life experience is enough to be called a legend.
A father died before he was born, a pregnant mother remarried to a middle class, she could shake hands with John F. Kennedy and take photos when she was 16 or 17 years old, became governor in her thirties, and became commander-in-chief at the age of 46.
On the surface, this is simply awesome.
But reality...that's another story.
But this didn't stop Abel from really admiring him.
At least when it comes to being an American leader and politician, Colliton has achieved the ultimate.
Colliton smiled and let go of Abel's hand.
Standing behind him is his wife Shinari.
This... is also a legend.
Abel also shook hands with her and said with a smile: "Mrs. Colliton, hello."
"Hello, Mr. Smith." Xinari's old face smiled like a flower. It can be seen that she should have been a beautiful woman when she was young, but now she is an old woman.
She held Abel's hand, as if she wanted to say something else.
But Abel had already turned to the side, another old white man.
"Ha, hello, Mr. Schultz..." He let go of Xinari's hand that was reluctant to let go, and shook hands with the old white man:
"I'm Abel Smith. Nice to see you here."
Delin Schultz smiled and shook hands with Abel. He is the chairman of the National Committee of the Donkey Party, the leader of the Donkey Party, and the real core of the Donkey Party.
The party leader is different from the party whip. There are two party whips, one in the House of Representatives and one in the Senate.
Like Richard Gephardt, he is the House Whip of the Donkey Party, and the other Senate Whip is LeCover Jones.
The same goes for the party. But sometimes the party leader will directly act as the party whip.
Sometimes the power of the party leader is very great, sometimes it is very small. It mainly depends on his personal ability and influence.
Schultz is relatively moderate.
After shaking hands with Schultz, Abel looked behind them with a smile and saw everyone in the living room looking at him with a smile.
What surprised him a little was that he saw a few big shots from the Xiang Party among these people.
There are also some whose positions are more like those of the Party’s wealth tycoons.
Abel took a deep breath.
He vaguely understood that today might be a gathering of some kind.
Chapter completed!