America 1982

At sunset, Tommy Hawke carried two beers and walked to the sea view pier boardwalk in Kingston. Just like the previous few days, the old and fat Maduff was wearing a beach hat and sitting on a small fisherman's boat. On the bench, fishing quietly.

"With your current body shape, will it be a bit painful to sit on this fisherman's bench?" Tommy stood next to Madoff, handed him a beer, and then admired the sea view in the distance and asked. .

Madoff took the beer and took a sip, and said slowly and sadly: "Sometimes it's painful, sometimes it's very painful."

"Since you can look at the problem this way, Mr. Prime Minister, I don't need to be too tactful in what I say next. If it was only painful to play with us high school students a few days ago, then everyone in this country will become A clown-like character whose purpose is to please the American eyeballs. It may be a very painful moment for you and this country." Tommy Hawke simply sat down on a nearby rock and spoke to Madoff said.

Madoff put down his beer, took back the fishing line, repositioned the bait, and threw it out again. Then he looked at the sunset. This white boy who didn't talk to him like an immature high school student smiled and said, "Maybe I Did you guess a little bit of your train of thought? It started in the UK and ended in the UK?"

"Yes, because there are two problems in this country now. They belong to two groups that are equally powerful but have different external manifestations. One is called the government and the other is called the capitalists. The former is hypocritical and the latter is barbaric. They have studied from the bottom up since childhood. Life has taught me that you can never get both Penthouse and Playboy for the price of one magazine." Tommy looked at Madoff and shrugged.

Maduf retracted his gaze, looked at the sea, and said with a smile: "Don't think that I don't know what magazines those two are. My child, your education path sounds very exciting."

"So I think that saving the face of the government and blaming the aid issue on the UK can give the US government a chance to stand on behalf of credibility and justice and stand with us on the opposite side of the capitalists, although it will not really change the capital game. , but they are still willing to do it if a little punishment of Bolton Sugar's overseas factories can gain the country's favor and the image of government in the imagination of most Americans." Tommy Hawke raised his head and took a sip of beer. He opened his mouth and smiled at Maduf:

"Just like when you asked me every day before, why don't you experience the real daily work of the prime minister, my answer is always the same. This job is too tiring, especially in such a small country. It is even more tiring. Sitting in this position is far worse than I want to make money and be comfortable as a capitalist. When national policies affect my business, I make a donation to buy politicians to vote against the adoption of the policy. I hire several lobbying companies to go to the White House to do public relations operations and persuade the government to take back the policies that are not good for me. Decisions, not like this, also need to consider the dignity and face of the citizens of this country, and that shouldn’t be a fucking issue that a selfish person like me should consider.”

Madoff grinned and looked at the undulating sea in the distance: "You are not a selfish child, Tommy. I knew it the first time you came here, so I will sign a contract with you, because You offered to share the money you earned with us, which no selfish person would do, at least not at Bolton Sugar."

"So, from the moment you didn't choose to split the account, I should have realized that this situation would happen." Tommy put down the beer, took out the cigarette from his pocket, turned slightly to avoid the sea breeze, lit the cigarette, and said with a smile.

"Actually, I also think the job of prime minister is too tiring. I... I studied medicine in Nottingham, England. At that time, this country was still a colony, and the medical environment was poor. Black people with no education could not go to the same hospital as white people when they got sick. They could only go to simple clinics for treatment. At that time, I wanted to be a doctor to diagnose and treat them. I started as a doctor and worked my way up to the chief medical officer of this country. I applied to the British Overseas Colonial Office, the colonial governor's office and even British universities. I wrote to my teachers and classmates, hoping to ask them to give this country a little assistance. Finally, after many years of hard work, the UK decided to build a medical school with an affiliated hospital here..." Maduf suddenly laughed when he said this:

"Do you know what happened at this time? Yes, the United States forced Britain to give up this colony. St. Vincent became independent. My years of hard work were in vain. The medical school did not come. The British also left, leaving behind countless black people. High-level positions that are inaccessible. Americans tell us that although we have brought you freedom, don't take it seriously. If you really want to thank you, you can cooperate and join my American Cooperation Organization. I will open a factory and will also give you money. With your financial support, by the way, you only need to form two political parties, like ours in the United States, to form a national institution with three branches of power, and this country will be able to function completely... There are only nine highly educated congressmen in the country. They were also forced to divide into two political parties, with six on one side and three on the other. If I hadn't been unable to defeat the Yankees, I would have ridden my bicycle to Washington to scold those bastards, even though it was clear that this country didn't even have a university or a government office. There are no decent hospitals, and 80% of the people are illiterate and can’t even write their names. The advice given is to establish two political parties first?”

"St. Vincent is not the first victim, nor is he the last. Maybe if I say this, it can make you feel better?" Tommy Hawk exhaled the smoke and lowered his head.

Madoff took several sips of beer in his mouth, and then looked at Tommy with a smile: "Kid, has anyone ever told you that you don't look like a high school student at all?"

"It doesn't look like it?" Tommy looked down at his own attire, then looked at Maduff and asked.

"Sometimes it doesn't look like it, and sometimes it doesn't look like it at all." Madoff laughed: "For example, right now, according to your thinking, I guess... it will be the Harvard high school graduate among you who prays to God all day long for his grandfather to be promoted to high school as soon as possible. High school students who have gone to heaven to complete your final plan? This is not something that high school students can think of. High school students prefer to complete this kind of passionate experience that they love to see by themselves."

Tommy flicked the gray-white cigarette ash. The ash was bounced away from the cigarette body and was blown away by the sea breeze before it hit the ground:

"Of course I want to, but I don't have a rich grandfather who can make me pray to God to take him away as soon as possible. Stephen is the real elite high school student, the proud son of heaven. He doesn't need to think about whether he is really that good. His family is there. He has never made a big mistake or brought shame to the family. He is outstanding. He can be in the limelight. The family behind him naturally likes to hear about it, and then adds fuel to the flames to expand his influence and increase his popularity. Business and politics... Except for him, not even other students including Catherine can fully digest the impact of this incident, because Catherine still needs to go to a children's TV station to brush up her resume. As for me to come forward myself, it is 100% Wasted opportunity, I can tell you now what my family will do when they find out I go to Washington. My dad will lead a group of unemployed workers to promote in the community. My dear son Tommy went to Washington to represent a The country is negotiating with the United States. We have to drive to Washington to support him~~Then the neighbors in the community will thoughtfully call the mental hospital and the police station for my father for free. Come on! Colin Hawke is drunk and crazy again!"

At this moment, the fishing line started to shake suddenly. Maduf took up the line skillfully and slowly, and patiently engaged in a tug-of-war with the hooked prey. In the end, he pulled a banana fish that was at least 70 centimeters long out of the water!

"It seems that my luck has improved a lot since you came, kid." Maduf looked at the struggling prey and said happily to Tommy.

Tommy drank the beer in his hand and jumped off the rock: "So, sometimes painful, sometimes very painful? What do you think?"

"Whether it's painful or embarrassing, it's just a process. The most important thing is the harvest. As long as the result is beautiful, it doesn't matter whether it's painful or embarrassing." Maduf took off the hook and put the fish into the bucket next to him. Inside: "Don't feel guilty for what you're going to do next, kid. No matter what the outcome is, this country and I personally will be sincerely grateful to you."

Tommy Hawke took a deep breath: "Mr. Prime Minister, you are probably the smartest man in this country. Although you look like a postman, I hope you understand that maybe we can still receive some gratitude, but I'm afraid you don't." You will be grateful in this country again. Americans are very vindictive. After keeping a low profile for a period of time, they will use ignorant citizens to criticize you and make you step down. And what you have done..."

"I just said, Tommy, if this country can get justice in this matter, it won't be a pain for me." Madoff re-hung the bait and threw the fishing rod towards the golden sea. , interrupted Tommy: "Also, I am not the smartest person in this country, but regardless of whether I am smart or not, at this moment I just want to use this rare free time to fish quietly."

Tommy nodded in understanding, then turned around and walked slowly towards the way he came from, softly murmuring the words that his mother had drilled into his ears since he was a child:

“He had no form or beauty that we should look upon him, no beauty that we should admire him. He was despised and despised, a man of sorrows, acquainted with sorrow. He was despised, as one whose face is hidden from men, and we Nor did we honor Him. Surely He has borne our sorrows and carried our sorrows; yet we conceived Him as a chastisement, smitten by God, and was afflicted, and He was wounded for our transgressions, bruised for our iniquities. For He His punishment gave us peace; by his stripes we healed him, even though he had done no cruelty and had no deceit in his mouth, yet they made him join the grave of the wicked and the grave of the rich..."

Second update, I will continue to code~~~The fever is not that bad, but my whole body is still a little sore, especially my waist and shoulders~