In a luxury hotel on Manhattan's Broadway, Ika walked into the hotel suite carrying a stack of campaign speeches.
Watching Dad in a suit standing in front of a full-length mirror, pursing his lips with a stern expression, he frequently checked himself out from different angles for the most impressive look...
Ika set down the speeches and said, "Dad, all these speeches have been revised according to your instructions.
Don't you want to go downstairs and greet the guests?"
Big Mouth Tang pursed his lips, shook his head, and waved his hand, "No need, I want to finish this speech first, then I'll talk to them.
Ika, in the past, those people wanted our money, now they want our power, we don't have to be too polite to them."
