America 1982

Tommy ignored Martin's whisper beside him, flipped through the newspaper and said: "There are five Republicans registered to run, and ten Democrats registered to run. The Republican's most likely candidate is the female senator of the Florida Senate, Illyana Leti. , of Cuban origin, had changed his personal registration address to the 18th District a year ago. He was obviously prepared. As early as a year ago, the Republican Party 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 45% of the race in this district."

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 to run for the Republican Party, including me from the Democratic Party. , there are fifteen people registered to run.”

Tommy said without raising his head: "You don't need to take into account the candidates labeled as other candidates, because in everyone's eyes, all of you labeled as other candidates, the combined votes may not be as good as the Democratic Party. A fraction of that of the single candidate listed in tenth place.”

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 understand the general situation." Tommy turned over a page of newspapers and mouthed Li said.

Jeff was stunned for a moment: "But registration for the 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. No one stipulates that politicians cannot jump ahead, seize newspapers, TV and other publicity positions in advance, and quickly make everyone familiar with their faces. You don’t have to wait until registration is open to run for office.”

"The Democratic Party currently looks at two women who will be involved in internal fighting. 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 descent and should be the same. I got the news in advance and changed my personal registration address to the 18th District. Like Ileana Leti, who was selected by the Republican Party, I 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, Joanne Pepper, a political heir cultivated by the Pepper family and currently the chief probation officer of the Florida Parole Board. As early as ten years ago, He has served as Claude Pepper's campaign aide in every election and has a certain reputation in the district."

"I met Ms. Joanna Pepper. She was a very kind old woman, a bit like my mother. She gave small gifts to our community during the Christmas holidays." When Tommy said the first two names, Jeff looked confused. When he heard Joanna Pepper, he said, "But I don't know who the two women you mentioned before are. I've never heard of them at all."

"Those two are the real political elites who parachuted into the 18th District." Tommy put down the newspaper and said to Jeff. As he spoke, he took out the cigarettes. Martin stood by and helped Tommy light them with great discernment. He was better than Jack. My husband was much smarter, so he tentatively asked:

"Boss, are you saying that these people are not locals at all, and they are here just to vacate the status of members of the House of Representatives?"

"Otherwise, do you think two foreign women who don't live here at all really have to fight for Miami all their lives before changing their address to this area? I believe they love Miami. Why don't they trust our boss, Mr. Jeff? The proposed flat earth theory is more reliable." Tommy said as he took a drag of his cigarette.

Martin cursed in a low voice with disgust: "These politicians deserve to be damned. Yesterday they were Washingtonians, but today they can righteously tell 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." We believe that these out-of-town congressmen will fight alongside us to defend Miami... We might as well believe that Jeff can run successfully. At least he looks very stupid, but he absolutely loves this city."

"Wow, there's a Costco supermarket ahead. I'm going to buy some candies for the kids. Children always like to get rewards before they're willing to sit still." Jeff saw the sign of the Costco supermarket in front of him and parked the car. Entering the parking lot, he then turned to look at Tommy: "Can you give me back the 170 yuan you took before, Tommy? When I get home, I will ask my wife to replenish it for you, but Now, I’m going to prepare small gifts for the children today.”

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

Seeing Jeff enter the supermarket happily, Tommy said with a smile: "What a kind and honest Floridian, we want to help him. He really loves this area and buys candies for the children at his own expense every day, conveying this message What he thinks is the truth, is he stupid? Of course, but I just like him like this. I just want to send such a kind and honest fool to Washington, stand in the hall of Congress, take out medicine balls and solid boards, and prove in public that the earth is Damn it, if I do all this, Jason and Suzy will have no chance of winning unless they find someone stupider than Jeff to help him become president."

"Mr. Tommy Hawke, let me remind you that if you withdraw money from your own bank account, it is cheating." The photographer turned to look at Tommy in the passenger seat: "I am also eager to see this buddy appear in Washington. When the reality came true and our show chronicled his journey from Miami to Washington, I thought it would be the most exciting biography I have ever filmed."

"I will not use my own money to support his campaign. I will only earn his money to help him or us raise campaign funds. Now, Martin, go buy a hundred Torjans as a gift for the first meeting." , sent to those cute kids in Florida." Tommy saw the photographers excitedly imagining Jeff appearing in Washington, and said to Martin.

With just one sentence, not even the sound of breathing other than his own was heard in the car.

"What the F*ck!" Martin looked at Tommy with wide eyes.

The photographer was stunned on the spot, with a look of disbelief on his face.

Buying Trojan as a gift for children? Is this to ensure that when Jeff LaVine runs for office, he will not get a single vote and will be charged with various child-related crimes if he is not careful?

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

"Let them ask Jeff why he gave that thing to his children?" Martin asked in confusion.

"Would they believe that an idiot like Jeff would do something to hurt a child? If Jeff wanted to hurt him, he would have done it a long time ago. He must be a good person, but we must and cannot be good people, understand?" Tommy replied calmly. Looking at Martin:

"Politics is about putting a clean puppet in front for the public to watch. In fact, countless pairs of filthy hands are hiding behind to manipulate him. You are Jeff's campaign manager and the dirtiest hands behind his back. , believe me Martin, just like Paisley believed in Otilia, I guarantee that the parents of those children will believe that it was potential competitors who deliberately framed Jeff, a poor and honest man. This is another lesson in politics that you have learned. "As a politician in the United States, you don't need to rush to do practical things, but you must know how to discredit, frame, and frame your competitors."

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

Then he opened the car door and walked towards the supermarket, muttering to himself as he walked: "In business competition, the business warfare skills I learned were to give laxatives to fucking pigeons. 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 frame it on the opponent?"

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

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