Chapter 591 Investigating Roosevelt
"I thought I would have a fierce confrontation with the president here." Sheffield said with a wry smile, "I was mentally prepared when I came in."
"Everything in our country can be discussed. Besides, I am a patient now." Alton Parker said, then changed the subject. "My thinking can still keep up, but I can't control some parts of my body. I have seen some patients with this disease before. Many people can't even take care of themselves. I hope you and some committee members don't worry. If the Republicans use my disease to make a fuss, I will make a cool turn and let William Bryan restrain his impulse, just like you are in the White House today. Everything between us can be discussed."
Although Sheffield was surprised by the president's understanding, he didn't believe a word of what he said. This was not a problem of any other kind, it was simply that the slave owner himself did not trust people who were involved in politics. No matter how nice the words were, they were for the voters to hear. Who knew if Alton Parker had fooled him as a voter as well.
He hoped in his heart that Alton Parker was really rational, but he still had to remain vigilant with other Democratic committee members. If the election situation was unfavorable, he would directly hold a meeting in an internal election and suffocate Alton Parker.
"If you don't stay in the White House for a while, with your accumulated wealth, it will be unlikely for you to become the owner of this place through election in your lifetime." Seeing Sheffield get up and leave, Alton Parker forced a smile and tried to keep him.
"So I never thought about becoming president." Sheffield stopped and looked back, "Mr. President, please take a rest. Maybe you still have a chance to be re-elected."
Alton Parker said nothing and watched Sheffield disappear. A moment later, Parker's wife appeared and asked, "What is he doing here?"
"See if I am particularly attached to the White House? I think so." Alton Parker squinted his eyes and said weakly, "In fact, I am just a firefighter. William Bryan lost to McKinley and Roosevelt in succession. I was pushed out to represent the conservatives in the party and participate in an election that was doomed to fail. I did fail the first time, but won the second time. It's a pity that my current situation is worse than being in a wheelchair. At least being in a wheelchair is just a physical problem. But now, anyone who wants to accept a candidate who walks shakily and speaks hesitantly to compete against Roosevelt needs courage."
If Sheffield had known what Alton Parker said, he would have really admired his foresight. Later, a president in a wheelchair really did appear, but unfortunately he was also a member of the Roosevelt family.
"Send a telegram to Arlington. Let me think about hiring Robert Parker as the CEO of Southern Electric Company. Send a telegram immediately." After walking out of the White House, Sheffield immediately called his bodyguards to communicate with his family.
Robert Parker is the son of the president, and a free country like the United States has always been one that promotes talented people regardless of their relationship with the president.
It was like Sheffield brought a group of bodyguards to attend Konstantinovich's appointment as the director of the FBI. This was very normal. The two were just alumni of the same school and members of an elite club. Konstantinovich's grandfather was the Sheffield family's agent for the labor trade in Eastern Europe, and that was all.
Although the newly renamed FBI seems to be in charge of everything, it is short of both manpower and money. Many jobs require investigators to pay for them themselves, but that doesn't matter.
A mature slave owner would never let his friends be in trouble. Sheffield himself likes to share wealth. No funds, scarce population? These are not a big deal.
"In fact, some employees in my Black Gold Company are very suitable to be investigators. You can ask them to help you. Aren't you short of investigators? It won't be a problem with me here." Sheffield clinked glasses with Konstantinovich with a bright smile, turned around and glanced at the investigators who came to the party. To be honest, they all looked quite simple.
"You are too impatient. Although we all know that this day will come sooner or later." Konstantinovich pretended to refuse, and then changed the subject, "In this case, will the FBI listen to you or me?"
"Listen to us. No one can live alone in the world, right? People always need groups, whether it's a big group or a small group. Doesn't what I said make sense?" Sheffield said with a smile, "Let some black gold people come over. They can help you build a network across the country in a short time. Of course, I don't deny that I have some selfish motives."
"What aspect?" Konstantinovich asked with an expression of expectedness.
Sheffield winked at him, and the latter understood. The two of them held their glasses and walked to a corner near the window. They opened the window for ventilation. When no one noticed, Sheffield said, "I want you to send someone to follow Roosevelt. I want to know his every move during the campaign."
"You are crazy. Once discovered, the Republicans will not let it go." Konstantinovich's face became serious. Was Sheffield joking? But he was disappointed. The slave owner was serious. How could he joke?
"This is also a training. You make it sound so serious. I can send people from Black Gold Company to do the same. What's so difficult about this? It won't be difficult for me to destroy Roosevelt. Anyway, the official election hasn't started yet." Sheffield said lightly, "No one would have thought that a newly established department would track candidates. What are you afraid of?"
Sheffield really thought that he would be a better director of the FBI than his childhood friend. Such a powerful department should do powerful things. Did they really expect the FBI to restore order to the United States?
Who asked you to check? What if you find out something? Everyone will be implicated.
In the eyes of slave owners, the FBI is a high-level stability maintenance department that ensures that the common people of the United States do not revolt. Director Hoover in history did this very well. He knew not to really investigate anything and at the same time kept all the secrets in his hands. He was the director of the FBI until his death.
"But the FBI was established during the time of President Roosevelt. I don't know how many people in the bureau can be trusted. The FBI has just been established!" Konstantinovich lowered his voice and said, "There are many problems here."
"That's why I said to let the people from Black Gold Company in. From ancient times to the present, the first thing to do when dealing with an unclear enemy is to add sand to the mix." Sheffield said darkly, "Why don't you just let the people from Black Gold enter the FBI to investigate Roosevelt? These people are specifically responsible for you and me? It turns out that the old people in the FBI don't know about this at all."
Sheffield knew what Konstantinovich was worried about. He was simply worried about a disaster like the Watergate scandal of the early 20th century. During the 1972 presidential election, in order to obtain intelligence on the internal campaign strategy of the Democratic Party, five people led by James McCord, the chief security adviser of the Nixon campaign team of the Republican Party, sneaked into the office of the Democratic National Committee in the Watergate Building in Washington, D.C. They were arrested on the spot while installing eavesdropping devices and secretly photographing relevant documents.
Some people say this is the ultimate battle between the CIA and the FBI, but Sheffield doesn't care whether that is true or not. The only thing Nixon did wrong was that he flipped over, and he deserved this fate. It doesn't mean that the incident itself was wrong!
When it comes to the top powers of the United States, who can't be killed? Billionaires, scientists, former intelligence officers, from domestic to foreign, no one can be killed. From car accidents to depression, any reason is fine.
This kind of department is for this, otherwise what are you doing? Konstantinovich was still sensible, knowing that the two were partners in a group, and nodded, "When will it start?"
"Now!" Sheffield said firmly, "Friends are all very anxious and are working hard in different areas. Your work is just one of them."
Great monopoly capitalists, unite! The Republican Party was in turmoil. Sheffield returned to New Orleans, put his hands on his waist and looked at the three rows of outstanding employees in front of him. Their extraordinary energy and excellent quality were obvious advantages. Forgive Sheffield for not noticing any of them.
But it is absolutely true that the people from the Black Gold Company eat and drink his food, and Sheffield will clean up the mess when something goes wrong.
"Boss, the Cubans are back, about the Guantanamo incident." Jesla strode over from the side and rear of Sheffield holding a piece of paper. The head bodyguard knew that his boss had a bad habit and didn't like people getting close to him from behind. On the contrary, he was fine with following others.
So when Sheffield is usually standing, he is either alone or surrounded by people.
Sheffield took the paper handed over by the head bodyguard, glanced at it without saying anything, turned around and was about to leave, pointing at the pile of documents and said, "Jesla, you pick the people and ask them to fill out the documents themselves and hand them in when the time comes. Konstantinovich will keep them."
"Got it, boss!" Jesla agreed, standing in Sheffield's place, and said, "Let's get started. Are you waiting for me to find you a chair? Hurry up, or you'll be sent to work as prison guards at the Prison Trust."
"Jack, should I fill in my real name or a fake name?" a bodyguard asked, calling out his boss' nickname.
Jessla looked back and saw that Sheffield had left. He thought for a moment and said, "Fill in a fake one. Having an extra identity is never a bad thing." The head bodyguard spoke like a hermaphrodite. He acted on Sheffield's behalf and made a group of investigators appear out of thin air in the United States.
(End of this chapter)
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