American Entertainment 1982

Martin followed the script given to him by Page, with a self-deprecating and fearless expression, and walked out of the police station easily. Then he saw a dozen men and women who looked like reporters immediately surrounding him. He showed a look of astonishment. Expression: "What's the matter, everyone?"

"Martin, Mr. Martin Hart?" A reporter raised the microphone and asked Martin loudly: "On the second day of the special election in this district, one of the candidates, Mr. Jeff Lavin, How do you feel about being slandered?"

As Martin walked forward with the people surrounding him, he said indifferently: "It's none of my business, everyone, if I slander, the police won't let me out, okay? This means that Jeff... I am It's possible, maybe it's not that he was slandered, but the fact?"

"Then what do you think of him running for you, making up for the loss of Costco supermarket for you, asking the other party to issue a letter of understanding for you, and coming to the police station to submit it in person in exchange for you being able to walk out?" Martin saw. Nick, the leader of the camera crew, disguised as a reporter, stood next to him and said loudly.

Are you worried that other reporters won't ask this question, so you have to put someone reliable in the field? Martin thought unhappily when he saw that the other party's saliva almost sprayed on his face because he was too close to him.

However, although he felt unhappy, Martin's performance was very real. When he heard this sentence, he immediately froze on the spot and stared at Nick in disbelief: "What did you just say?"

"I said, it's Jeff... We all saw that Jeff went to the Costco supermarket to help you compensate for the loss, and then asked the manager to issue a letter of understanding for you not to pursue this petty theft. Finally, he Come here and formally submit his own letter of understanding about you defaming him and the supermarket's letter of understanding about your theft to the police station. This is the reason why you were released by the police station." Nick held up the microphone and said to Martin said.

Martin slowly turned around in confusion and looked at the reporters around him: "This is impossible, he shouldn't be here...I mean, he shouldn't be here."

This turning movement allowed the surrounding cameras to capture Martin's expression changing from shocked to bewildered at this moment.

"Sir, it's not him who should come, who should come? Who do you want to come..." Another reporter keenly caught Martin's gaffe and the flaw in his words and asked loudly.

"I'm just saying, I didn't expect him to come." Martin recovered from the shock, immediately corrected his speech disorder in his absent-minded state, and then asked: "What if Jeff LaVine brought me here?" Come out, he...where is he now?"

At a burger fast food restaurant not far away, Jeff, still wearing the same gray-blue work clothes, walked out with a large take-out paper bag, and raised the paper bag with two hamburgers in his hand towards Martin with an honest smile on his face: " Martin, I bought the most delicious local burger, the Big Fried Beaver Butt and the Coachman Burger with Marshmallow Sauce! Are you hungry?"

Martin lowered his head and closed his eyes in the crowd and was silent for two seconds. Then he raised his head and looked at Jeff who was walking over: "They said it was you...it was you who took me out of the police station and issued a letter of understanding. .”

Jeff walked up to Martin, took out a burger from the paper bag and handed it to Martin, saying with anticipation: "Try it, I've been eating it for twenty years and I'm still not tired of it."

Martin took the large carton containing the burgers. He could still feel the warmth of the food through the carton. He looked at Jeff: "I... thank you, Jeff LaVine."

"Try it, you won't be able to enjoy the freshly fried beaver butt in your mouth when it's cold..." Jeff also took out a burger himself, and while unpacking it, he urged Martin, but Martin interrupted him, a little absent-mindedly. Xiaoxiao: "Thank you for your description, letting me know that the Upper East Side of Miami actually eats fried beaver butt... WTF... what is this?"

Martin opened the burger box and asked about the yellow and white goo on it.

"Large marshmallow sauce. This store specializes in making marshmallow sauce look like a large one, so this signature burger is called Fried Beaver Butt Large Marshmallow Sauce Coachman Burger." Jeff took a hard bite and was full. With a satisfied face, he said in a vague voice: "I won't get tired of eating this food for another twenty years. Let's go home with me."

As he spoke, Jeff walked towards the road ahead while eating his burger. Martin stood there, looking at the burger that looked like shit, then looked at Jeff, and asked loudly: "Hey!"

"What?" Jeff turned around with a confused look on his face and looked at Martin who was standing still in confusion:

"Let's go together? Jessica has told me that she is going to make Chinese food tonight. Let me take you back to try her cooking skills. Believe me, it will definitely be the most delicious Chinese food you can eat in your life. There are delicacies you won’t find in China, including chop suey sandwiches, pickled pork offal buns, and clam and chicken dumpling soup.”

Martin looked around in disbelief, and finally opened his arms towards Jeff: "Do you really know what happened today? I still have something to do, I mean, I'm sorry, I thank you, and... thank Jesse for me Ka, I can’t taste her cooking with you anymore, I still have a job, Jeff.”

"Yes, of course you have a job, you are my campaign manager, but... I mean, this job doesn't affect dinner? Do you need to work overtime?" Jeff looked at Martin with a strange expression: "Let's go to dinner first, okay? Only when you have more strength can you work better.”

Martin froze on the spot and looked at Jeff: "What did you say?"

"I asked you if you need to work overtime?" Jeff scratched his head in confusion and said to Martin.

Martin asked: "The previous sentence."

"You are my campaign manager, aren't you? Didn't we agree to go to Washington together to show the solid wood balls and solid wood boards to reveal the truth?" Jeff said with a hearty and honest smile, and said in a serious tone.

Martin was speechless for a moment. He opened his mouth continuously, but did not make any sound. He just stood there holding the burger in his hand and struggled. Finally, under the gaze of reporters and cameras, he turned his head and looked deeply to the west. Then he turned around and showed Jeff a bright smile and full of white teeth:

"You don't blame me for slandering you? Are you still going to let me be your campaign manager?"

"It's a little weird, so you have to remember to pay me fourteen dollars." Jeff thought for a while and smiled at Martin: "Not only did I compensate Costco for seven dollars, I also bought a hundred large TTs and gave them away. Give it to the neighbors.”

Under the sun, Martin quickly caught up and walked forward side by side with Jeff.

Tommy was sitting in the passenger seat of a car on the side of the road. He watched Jeff and Martin walk away and asked Paige in the driver's seat: "Jeff's acting skills are a bit poor. I scolded him for a long time before I could barely get it." You have to take action, look, Martin's acting is good, how natural, a black man who values ​​love, justice and self-reliance, and his emotional changes are so smooth."

"Yeah, before the liberation of black slaves, black people were not only good at acting, they were simply impeccable. Freedom ruined black people." Page held the steering wheel with both hands on the driver's seat and responded with a smile in a calm tone, but soon he Then he smiled:

"Miss Sophia O'Connor called and said that there are two actresses in Susan's agency. They have obtained relatively intuitive evidence and can cause trouble for Fox at any time. Then Wolfe Tucker also called and he arranged The investigative reporter also obtained some information about KeyBank. To use the words described by Mr. Jim Manz, it is as black as the bottom of a nigger woman. Finally, Mr. Stephen Bean said, if you continue to disagree, He gets on the phone and he comes to Miami and kills you himself.”

"Remember to ask Jim to make trouble for those investigative reporters. How could such dark information be obtained so easily? Don't believe Jim's nonsense. It is obviously a mockery of the reporter arranged by Wolfe as a rookie." Tommy picked up the car. A newspaper was spread out, and then he motioned to Page to drive: "And it's still early. Let me play games and change my mood. I didn't expect to come to Miami for vacation and play political games. Take me to the Miami Veterans Go around the Ministry of Affairs Management Center and see how we can get Jeff in touch with those old guys."