American Entertainment 1982

Tommy ignored Martin's whispers, flipped through the newspaper and said: "The Republicans have registered five candidates, and the Democrats have registered ten candidates. The Republicans have the best chance of being a female senator in the Florida Senate, Iliana Letty. , Cuban origin, changed his personal registered address to the 18th District a year ago, obviously prepared, as early as a year ago, the Republican organization in Florida learned that Claude Pepper's condition was getting worse The more serious it is, so I chose this Cuban woman to win the votes of Cubans who account for as much as 45% of the race in this area."

Jeff heard Tommy talking to himself, held the steering wheel, looked at Tommy through the rearview mirror and said: "But when I went to register, I heard that there were thirteen people registered for the Republican Party, and the Democratic Party counted me. , there are fifteen people who have registered for the election."

Tommy said without raising his head: "The candidates who are labeled as other candidates don't need to be counted, because in the eyes of everyone, all of your candidates who are labeled as other candidates may not be as good as the Democratic Party. A fraction of the candidate who was singled out as tenth."

Jeff scratched the beard on his face and glanced at the camera: "Why do you know who has a better chance?"

"It's very simple, Mr. Jeff Lavine, buy a copy of all the local newspapers after Claude Pepper was admitted to the hospital in a coma half a month ago, and you will get an overview of the situation." Tommy turned over a page of the newspaper, mouth Li said.

Jeff was stunned for a moment: "But the registration for election was not open at that time."

Tommy looked at the photos of people in the newspaper and said calmly: "Politics is not a race. There is no rule that politicians can't run away in advance, seize newspapers, TV and other propaganda positions in advance, and quickly let everyone familiar with their faces. You don’t have to wait until registration is open.”

"From the point of view of the Democratic Party at present, there are two women who will fall into infighting. One of them is Rosario Kennedy, the wife of former Miami Mayor David Kennedy and the current deputy mayor of Miami. She is also of Cuban origin and should be the same. I got the news in advance and changed my personal registration address to the 18th District, just like Iliana Letty, who was selected by the Republican Party, used my Cuban identity to win the votes of Cuban immigrants in the 18th District."

"The other is the niece of the dying Mr. Claude Pepper, Joan Pepper, the political heir cultivated by the Pepper family, is currently the chief probation officer of the Florida Parole Board. Being in the public eye as Claude Pepper's campaign aide in every campaign has a certain profile in the district."

"I met Ms. Joanna Pepper, she was a very kind old lady, a bit like my mother, and she gave small gifts to our community during the Christmas break." When Tommy said the first two names, Jeff was in a daze, and when he heard Joanna Pepper, he said, "But I don't know who the two women you mentioned before are, I haven't heard of them at all."

"Those two are the real political elites who came to the eighteenth district by air." Tommy put down the newspaper and said to Jeff. He took out a cigarette while talking, and Martin helped Tommy light it with insight. The husband is much smarter, at this time he tentatively asked:

"Boss, you mean, these people are not locals at all, and they came here just to be the vacant member of the House of Representatives?"

"Otherwise, do you think two out-of-town women who don't live here really have to fight for Miami all their lives to change their address to this area? Believe that they love Miami, they might as well believe our boss, Mr. Jeff The proposed flat earth theory is more plausible." Tommy took a puff of his cigarette and said in his mouth.

Martin scolded in a low voice with disdain: "These politicians are really fucking damned. Yesterday they were Washingtonians, and today they can say to the camera that they love Miami and want to speak out for Florida. If we have a war with Cuba, we need to defend it." Home, trusting these out-of-state senators to fight with us to defend Miami . . . rather than trusting Jeff to win the election, at least he looks very stupid but absolutely loves this city."

"Wow, there's a Costco in front of me. I'm going to buy some candy for the kids. Kids always like to be rewarded before they sit down." Jeff saw the sign of Costco in front of him and stopped the car. Entering the parking lot, he turned his head and looked at Tommy: "Can you give me 20 yuan back for the one hundred and seventy yuan you took away earlier, Tommy? After I get home, I will ask my wife to refill it for you, but Now, I'm going to prepare today's little presents for the little ones."

Tommy nodded, took out the money in his wallet and handed it to Jeff, showing a friendly smile: "Of course, Mr. Lavin."

Seeing Jeff happily entering the supermarket, Tommy smiled: "What a kind and simple Florida man, we want to help him. He really loves this area. He buys candy for the children at his own expense every day, conveying The truth he thinks, is he stupid? Of course, but I just like him like this, I just want to send such a kind and simple idiot to Washington, stand in the hall of Congress, take out medicine balls and solid wood boards, and prove to the public that the earth is Fuck it, if I do all of this, Jason and Susie have no chance of winning unless they find another idiot stupider than Jeff and help him become president."

"Mr. Tommy Hawk, let me remind you that if you withdraw money from your own bank account, it is considered cheating." The photographer turned his head to look at Tommy in the co-pilot: "I am also eager to see this buddy appear in Washington, When that happens and our show chronicles his journey from Miami to Washington, I think it will be the best biography of a legend I've ever filmed."

"I will not use my own money to support his campaign, I will only earn his money, in order to help him or us to raise funds for the campaign, now, Martin, go and buy a hundred Torjans as a gift for the first meeting , to those lovely Florida children." Tommy said to Martin when he saw that the photographer was a little excited to imagine Jeff appearing in Washington.

With just one sentence, even the sound of breathing in the car disappeared except for himself.

"What The F*ck!" Martin's eyes widened, looking at Tommy.

The photographer was even more stunned on the spot, his face full of disbelief.

Buying Trojan as a gift for children? Is this to ensure that when Jeff Lavin runs for the election, he will not get a single vote, and will be sent in for various child-related crimes if he is a little careless?

Seeing the expressions of the two, Tommy spread his hands: "Politics is dirty, I must guarantee that tomorrow, all the parents of the children will show up in front of Jeff angrily."

"Let them question why Jeff gave that thing to his child?" Martin asked puzzled.

"Will they believe that an idiot like Jeff did something to hurt children? If Jeff wants to hurt, he has already hurt. He must be a good person, but we must and cannot be good people, understand?" Tommy replied calmly Looking at Martin:

"Politics is to put a clean puppet in front for the public to see, but in fact, countless pairs of filthy hands hide behind to manipulate him. You are Jeff's campaign manager, and you are also the dirtiest pair of hands behind him. , believe me Martin, just like Paisley believes in Otilia, I promise to make the parents of those children believe that a potential competitor deliberately framed Jeff, a poor and honest man, and this is another lesson you learn about politics Lesson, to be a politician in the United States, you don’t need to rush to do practical things, but you must know how to discredit and frame your competitors.”

Martin clapped his hands, and couldn't find words to describe the expression on his face. In the end, he could only choke out a sentence: "F*ck!"

Then he opened the car door and walked towards the supermarket, talking to himself as he walked: "In business competition, the business warfare skills I learned is to pour laxatives on fucking pigeons, and now as a campaign manager, the first political struggle I learned The method is to send Trojan to the children of the people in the constituency, and then plant it on the opponent?"

"F*ckYou! America! You are hopeless, destroy!"

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