Chapter 303 Only One Can Stay (4300)
In the private box, Rich Akiva's face turned pale as he watched the sleeping Hunter Biden and Jared Kushner.
Sweat was pouring down his head, and two large dark sweat stains quickly appeared under the armpits of his shirt.
Hunter Biden and Jared Kushner will not let him go!
No! It should be said that no matter whether it is the Minzhu faction or the Gonghe faction, there is no way they will let him go!
This is making enemies with the entire upper class of Mai Country!
Originally, the peace agreement between the Minzhu faction and the Gonghe faction was just a secret under the table, but now it has become a reality!
Everyone will think that he took this video secretly!
The question is, who the hell filmed this video?
There really are no cameras in this box.
It's not that Richie Akiva didn't want to install cameras, but this box had been secretly explored many times by countless different important people at the request of the FBI, NSA, NRO, DHS or NYPD.
Otherwise, how could a playboy like Hunter Biden, a top dignitary, be so bold and unrestrained here?
So how did this video come about?
Could it be that these two idiots took the photo themselves?
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Just as Richie Akiva was about to wipe the sweat off his face with a hot wipe, his WhatsApp, Snapchat, and iMessage calls started ringing one after another.
Before he could check the message, the phone rang.
Ivanka? Wasn't she attending the official celebration party with Wendy Deng?
Rich Akiva picked up the phone and was about to speak when Ivanka's angry, cracked voice came over the line: "You dirty maggot! I'm at Up & Down! Where's Jared?"
???
How did Ivanka find her way here?
Rich Akiva played dumb: "Ivanka? What are you talking about? Isn't Jared with you?"
"Would you mind taking a good look at Twitter?! Bullshit! You've ruined everything! How dare you!? How dare you!!!"
Ivanka was almost mad.
Many people look down on Chuan Bao, who pretends to be crazy and stupid, and think that Chuan Bao's family is a nouveau riche.
But in fact, the Chuanbao family is not as bad as many people imagine. His grandfather was already considered a rich man during World War I.
Since it was after World War I that the United States began to truly possess the characteristics of grassroots solidification under the leadership of the Rockefeller family and the Morgan family, the Chuanbao family, which made its fortune during this period, although not as prominent as the Astor family, nor as large as the Hearst family, has already begun to possess the characteristics of family inheritance.
In the West, especially in Miami, if you want to tell whether a family is beginning to become a family of distinction, you can probably tell by looking at the names of the family's heirs.
For example, after the oil tycoon John Rockefeller founded the Rockefeller dynasty, he designated his son as his heir and named him John Rockefeller Jr., the same name as his father.
The next generation designated heir was named John Rockefeller III.
Next comes the fourth, fifth, and sixth generations.
The same thing happened with JP Morgan, and now it has been passed down to John Pierpont Morgan VI.
The Astor family, the "King of New York", has been passed down to John Jacob Astor X!
The naming principle is simple and crude, which is the same idea as that of Ying Zheng back then.
Chuan Bao is very ambitious. You can tell from the names he gave to his son and grandson that he completely imitated those aristocratic families.
Eldest son, Donald Trump Jr.
The eldest son's son, Donald Chuanbao III.
What’s more interesting is that none of the heirs of these aristocratic families from traditional white people (Anza, Prussia, Gaul) married Judean women.
Chuan Bao also paid attention to this point. There was no problem with his daughter marrying a Jude man. It could be used to show his pro-Jude stance in exchange for the support of the Jude Group.
But his son could not marry a Judean.
Because the orthodox Judeans identify with the matrilineal line.
All I can say is that beneath the appearance of pretending to be crazy and stupid, he is not bothered by small matters and does not make mistakes in big matters, and he is not confused about major issues.
It is conceivable how angry Ivanka is now, as she made such a great sacrifice to marry Jude.
Once this scandal is exposed, it will seriously affect Trump's election prospects!
Ivanka is now Trump's ace campaign assistant!
I don’t know how many voters supported Trump just because of Ivanka’s big bear and long legs.
You know, although Trump is now far ahead in the congratulations faction, he has not yet received the nomination from the faction. This kind of scandal at this time will seriously damage the image of Trump and Ivanka. Not to mention whether they can be elected by the end of the year, the nomination from the faction that was originally obtained without any suspense will be in jeopardy!
Their goal is to gain nomination within the faction! Winning or not is irrelevant! As long as they are nominated, the Chuanbao Family will instantly become a family with considerable influence. This is the key step towards becoming a true aristocratic family!
When Richie Akiva heard Ivanka ask him to check Twitter, his heart skipped a beat.
"Maybe no one knows that Up & Down has three floors, right? What's on the third floor? You guessed it! They're still there. #HunterBidenJaredKushner#"
When Rich Akiva saw this tweet, he almost fainted.
Who is it!? Who is it!?
We must wake up these two people and clear the area and move them away!
The various vibration prompts on the phone were like a massager. Richie Akiva didn't dare to answer any calls at the moment. Just as he was about to ask someone to wake the two of them up, the phone suddenly changed its interface.
The image outside automatically appeared on the phone screen. It was seen that many people had left the dance floor on the first floor and the booths on the second floor. There were also many confused guests and celebrities who were whispering to each other. Their faces immediately changed, and they began to pack up and leave.
Leonardo Dicaprio and Tobey Maguire, who used to call each other best friends, have long disappeared.
Donald Trump Jr.'s ex-wife had a deep conversation with Leo over a decade ago, and they've remained close friends ever since. As a top Hollywood star, how could Leonardo DiCaprio not be aware of the impact these videos have on the current situation? How could he not be cautious and protect himself?
Now Richie Akiva is a piece of rotten shit, whoever touches him will be unlucky.
Only Rihanna, the co-organizer of the party and Richie Akiva's "friend", could not leave. She cursed and called Richie Akiva, but the call was unanswered.
The view on Rich Akiva's phone screen immediately switched to the nearby streets, where he saw many unidentified men in black suits getting out of several Dodge Rams. After looking around, they surrounded Up&Down.
"If you don't want to die, run away."
The video on the screen suddenly interrupted, and then a line of text appeared.
Richie Akiva shuddered, hesitated for a moment, then turned and ran downstairs.
As a Jude man and a "chamber pot" in New York's upper class, he knew too well what he was about to face.
But why did surveillance video appear on the phone out of nowhere?
Your phone has been controlled by hackers?
Were they the ones who made those three secretly filmed videos?
What is their purpose?
Who is behind all this?
Although countless questions suddenly emerged in Richie Akiva's mind, he had no time to think carefully. He went straight down the stairs to the first floor, looked at the hall where there were still many people, and subconsciously ran towards the back door.
The most important thing is to escape!
"Idiot! Take 13th Street and Greenwich Avenue. You'll be at Jackson Square Park in 2 minutes. Countdown, 01:59, 58, 57..."
Just as I was about to run out of Up&Down, the phone displayed another line of text.
Richie Akiva slapped his forehead, thinking that the main door and the back door must have been blocked long ago. Fortunately, his club had a side door that could lead from the back kitchen to the intersection of Greenwich Avenue and 13th Street.
What's this countdown for? Why do we have to arrive within two minutes? What happens if we don't arrive?
Who dares to bet?!
Richie Akiva followed the instructions on the screen and ran to Jackson Square Park a hundred meters away. Just as he hid behind a tree, he saw several Dodge Rams parked on 13th Street, and more than a dozen unidentified men in black came out of them.
And then, several different cars came, and there were different people blocking the road at almost every intersection.
What should I do? What should I do?
Rich Akiva was almost at the end of his rope.
Jackson Square Park is called a park, but it is actually a triangle surrounded by a five-way intersection. It is about the same size as the roundabouts at some intersections in Da Zhou, and the trees are very sparse. The other party has blocked all the nearby intersections. As long as I go out, I will be discovered immediately.
If you don't go out, it will only take a few more minutes for the other party to discover you.
Could it be that I will really be silenced in the end?
"Number 17 Jane Street. The door is just below the trash can on your left."
Another line of text appeared on the phone screen.
Rich Akiva discovered a long time ago that he had completely lost control of his phone, even restarting or shutting it down. Only occasional text prompts appeared on the screen. Apart from that, there were no icons and the screen was completely black.
Under the trash can on my left? They can see me?
Richie Akiva didn't bother to think too much, he fumbled on the ground under the trash can and really touched a door card.
17 Jane Street...
The distance is not far, just across the street, but how do I get there?
As soon as I leave the park, I'll be discovered, okay?
"Within 1 minute, arrive at 17 Jane Street and enter the apartment. Countdown 00:59, 58, 57..."
Damn!
Richie Akiva almost fainted when he saw these words pop up on the screen.
It’s not far, but it’s at least two hundred meters. And there are so many people waiting to catch me. How can I get there within one minute?
Seeing the countdown on the screen disappearing second by second, Richie Akiva made up his mind.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
It’s death either way, let’s fight!
Rich Akiva saw an opening and ran directly from Jackson Square Park to the street.
Dodging two speeding cars, Richie Akiva used the strongest explosive power since he was born, crossed the intersection, and ran straight towards the path leading to 17 Jane Street.
Huh? Didn't they notice me?
Richie Akiva discovered that when he rushed out like this, those mysterious men in black pretended not to see him. Their eyes swept over him without focusing on him.
What's going on? Am I already dead? Am I just a ghost now?
Finally, finally caught up!
By the time Richie Akiva reached the door of 17 Jane Street, he was out of breath.
I checked the countdown on my phone and saw there were only 5 seconds left, so I quickly swiped the door card in my hand on the combination lock.
“Squeak~clang!”
The apartment door opened.
Richie Akiva walked in without thinking much. After he took a full minute to catch his breath, he felt a little scared.
But fear also came in.
I guess the mastermind behind this will send another order soon?
Sure enough, another line of words appeared on the phone.
Room 607
17 Jane Street Apartments has only 8 floors in total.
Richie Akiva didn't dare take the elevator, so he had to climb up one floor at a time through the fire escape.
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! 607... is here."
Richie Akiva's heart was pounding, half from nervousness and the other half from fatigue.
Seeing the combination lock on the door, Richie Akiva took out the room card and tried to swipe it.
When the door opened, the light came on inside and it could be seen that the apartment was not big, probably just a one-bedroom and one-living room structure. A young man was sitting on the sofa in the living room.
“It’s you!!!???”
Richie Akiva's pupils shrank to a point in an instant.
Fangis!
How could it be him!?
The anger in Richie Akiva's heart suddenly surged up and his eyes turned red.
It took twenty years of hard work to achieve the title of King of New York Nightlife!
My top connections!
A fortune worth hundreds of millions of dollars!
My yacht in Miami! My villa in Malibu! My townhouse in Manhattan! My helicopter!
My lovely girls and the best party!
It’s gone!
All gone!
"What do you want me to do?" Richie Akiva gritted his teeth and almost squeezed out a word from between his teeth.
Richie Akiva, who came from a wealthy family but had been living on the streets since childhood, did not bother with meaningless questions such as "Why did you want to hurt me?", "Aren't you afraid that I will report you to the FBI?", "How did you do it?", etc.
I had already been completely tricked, but the other party left me a way out, so he must have something to ask of him.
Only this information is truly useful.
As for the rest, you can ask them when you find an opportunity to take revenge.
What if there is no chance for revenge?
Then there is no need to ask.
"Smart." Fang Yu snapped his fingers and praised Richie Akiva. Then he flipped his wrist and a bottle of champagne and a crystal clear champagne glass appeared in his hand and placed them on the coffee table.
Richie Akiva took a look at the wine and glass in Fang Yu's hand and almost fainted.
The champagne and wine glass this guy took out were the Moët Siècle Spirit champagne that was sold in his store for 19,000 dollars, and a baccarat flute-shaped champagne glass that was sold for 550 dollars.
Why is there only one cup?
Shit! You want me to pour the wine?
You are using my cup and my wine, and it’s just one cup. Do you want me to pour you wine?
This is intolerable, what is intolerable! ?
"Gulp~Wow" the slender flute-shaped champagne glass was three-quarters full.
Rich Akiva still endured it.
"What exactly do you want me to do?"
Richie Akiva endured the humiliation and showed an attitude of obedience.
Fang Yu picked up the cup and took a sip.
The bubbles are fine and the taste is smooth, with hints of apple, lemon, white peach and citrus. If you taste it carefully, you can also feel the flavors of baked bread, almonds and hazelnuts.
No wonder it’s so expensive, it’s really good.
"I want all the secrets of high society in your hands."
Fang Yu didn't keep anyone in suspense and made his request directly.
"I don't have any secrets from anyone." Richie Akiva said immediately without thinking.
“Wow!”
"ah!"
Fang Yu raised his wrist slightly and suddenly poured the remaining half glass of champagne onto Richie Akiva's face. Akiva had no time to dodge and was splashed all over his head and face.
"I'm not asking you, I'm demanding you, understand?"
"You, or the secret, can only stay one."
The muzzle of a cold 9mm Taurus G2C pistol was pressed against Richie Akiva's forehead.
Please give me a guaranteed monthly ticket! ! ! !
Please give me a guaranteed monthly ticket! ! ! !
Please give me a guaranteed monthly ticket! ! ! !
The previous chapter was also reviewed and revised, but that part was just a joke and it doesn't affect the overall plot, so let's just change it.
well.
The editor asked me to save some manuscripts before recommending them, but I can't save any because I just write slowly.
Try your best and see if you can come up with a few thousand words.
(End of this chapter)
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