The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Old Underwood looked like an old conservative white man.

After asking Locke to come to the study in a low voice, he walked towards the stairs without looking back.

Esme subconsciously looked at Locke.

Locke was just about to speak.

Mother Claire had already intimately taken Esme's hand and walked towards the sofa: "Since Locke graduated, they have met like this, don't worry."

Locke also nodded to Esme: "My mother is right."

But he can't be blamed.

It was Old Underwood who started the trouble first.

Locke then gave Esme a reassuring expression, then raised his foot to follow the pace of Old Underwood who had already gone upstairs, and came to the study at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

Old Underwood had already opened the antique wine cabinet in the study.

"Bourbon?"

"Okay."

Locke said, then consciously pulled out the chair in front of the desk and sat on it.

Old Underwood poured two glasses of wine, sat in his seat, and then handed a glass of wine to Locke.

After Locke took it, he thanked him.

Old Underwood didn't say anything, took a sip of the wine in the glass, then put the glass aside, then leaned against the chair and looked at Locke silently.

Locke also leaned against the chair behind him, holding his chin with one hand, and looked into the eyes of Old Underwood.

The four eyes met.

It can be seen that no one is convinced by the other.

After a while.

Old Underwood retracted his gaze and laughed.

"Sentinel Secret Service, New York Branch, Deputy Director of Operations, amazing."

"Thank you."

Locke accepted Old Underwood's praise with a bright smile.

"Do you think you got this by your own strength?"

"Of course not."

"Oh."

Old Underwood looked at Locke with a smile: "Then what do you think you got it by."

Locke's expression did not change at all: "Because my last name is Underwood."

No one really believes that America is a free country that only cares about personal strength, not human relationships, and you can get ahead as long as you have the ability.

No one would be so stupid.

Let's put it this way.

The only difference between the United States and that island country that lives a good life is that the former knows how to pull up a fig leaf.

Unlike that island country, they don't even act.

The son of an actor is an actor, the son of a congressman is a congressman, and the son of a banker is a banker.

The Federation is actually the same.

It's just that the Federation has put up a sign of democracy as a screen in the locker room to prevent the public from seeing the dirty things behind the screen.

If Locke is just Locke.

Let's put it this way.

Let's not say that he helped the Sentinel Secret Service expand its power. Even if he helped the Sentinel Secret Service become the first federal law enforcement agency, he might be promoted, but he would never be promoted to the current position of deputy director of operations.

The reason why he is like this now is 99% because he has made meritorious contributions, and 1% because his last name is Underwood.

And it is precisely this 1% that is more useful than the 99%.

Locke knows this very well.

So...

He did not avoid the gaze of old Underwood: "I never shy away from saying that my achievements are because of Underwood."

Old Underwood nodded after hearing this.

The next second.

"But you enjoy the convenience brought by Underwood, but you don't think about taking the responsibilities that Underwood should take."

Finally, we get to the point.

Locke said in his heart, and then smiled at old Underwood: "What are you referring to?"

"When I graduated, you planned to let me work in a financial consulting company on Wall Street for a few years, and then return to my hometown in South Carolina to run for city council."

"Or is it about the fact that you planned to let me marry someone's daughter a year ago?"

Just as he said just now.

The reason why his relationship with old Underwood is so tense is that old Underwood needs to take full responsibility.

Old Underwood snorted coldly.

"All of them."

"Okay then."

Locke adjusted his sitting posture, leaned forward slightly, looked at old Underwood, and raised a finger.

"Let's talk about graduation first. Whether you are willing to admit it or not, I got into your and your mother's alma mater by my own strength."

"...Yes."

"During school, I didn't use the Underwood identity to get any convenience for myself."

For God's sake, he didn't even have a relationship when he was in Harvard.

No.

He had a relationship, but they broke up after more than a year.

The reason?

The other party disliked his lack of ambition.

Locke agreed with this. After all, the biggest difference between him and salted fish at that time was that he was alive.

Old Underwood thought about Locke's words and nodded.

"That's right."

"Then the question comes."

Locke looked at the nodding old Underwood, smiled and spread his hands and said: "First, I got into Harvard by my own strength, and second, I didn't use the Underwood identity to do anything during school. In this case, why should I listen to your arrangement to go to Wall Street?"

There is no reward without effort.

He never denied the convenience brought to him by the identity of Underwood, nor did he feel the responsibility brought to him by the identity of Underwood.

"Then let's talk about the second thing, the marriage you want me to have."

"To be honest, when you told me about this, I didn't think of refusing."

"Because my last name is Underwood, the better Underwood is, the better I will be."

"The opposite is also true."

"If Underwood is lonely, I will be lonely too."

"No one is more willing to see Underwood's glory than me!"

How does the saying go.

The only person in this world who can't jump ship is the prince.

A pawn can turn against the enemy, anyway, working anywhere is not working; a minister can turn against the enemy, anyway, he will still be a marquis in the future; brothers and sisters can turn against the enemy, muddying the water and the result may be unknown.

Even the emperor himself can turn against the enemy.

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But the prince can't.

The prince here refers to Locke.

Whether he likes it or not, he has been tied to Underwood since he was born with the surname Underwood.

When Underwood is glorious, he will be glorious too.

When Underwood is in decline, he will not be immune.

So...

"I really didn't resist your plan to arrange a marriage for me, and I was ready to do my part."

Anyway, marriage is just a matter of getting a certificate.

"But..."

"Michelle Walker, are you kidding me?"

Locke thought of the marriage partner chosen by old Underwood for him, and laughed directly, then said to old Underwood: "Are you really not afraid that grandpa will jump out of the grave and slap you?"

That Michelle Walker is the daughter of Garrett Walker, the former governor of Colorado and a hot candidate for next year's presidential election.

She looks okay.

There's just one problem.

Black!

Although the black is not very obvious, a faint black is still black.

Because Garrett Walker's wife is African-American, this is also an important reason why he will become a hot candidate for next year's president.

Black and white match is in line with the mainstream.

But...

What is the composition of the Underwood family?

Whether it is from the old Underwood side or the mother Claire side, they are solid white people for five or six generations.

There is one more thing.

Their hometown of Underwood, South Carolina, was a slave state in the past.

Agriculture is the mainstream in South Carolina, and cotton planting is their main product in those days.

So what can we say about the marriage partner that old Underwood found for him.

It's like asking him to marry a slave.

Good guy.

If this were in the past, he would be beaten to death by his neighbors, and no one would speak up for you.

So...

It's not that I don't want to take risks for the Underwood family, but I really can't make the sacrifice.

Locke shouted in his heart at that time, and then in order to avoid old Underwood from making any more trouble, he got married directly with Esme.

Just as he told others.

Dad forced him!

He didn't exaggerate at all.

When Old Underwood saw Locke exaggeratingly saying, "Are you really not afraid that Grandpa will jump out of the grave and slap you if he knows about this?", his face turned black.

"You are discriminating like a pig!"

"You don't?"

Locke glanced at Old Underwood: "Don't think I don't know why you often want to go to that old black's barbecue restaurant and talk to that old black. Do you like eating? I am embarrassed to point it out to you. Don't you also treat that old black as a servant? Talking to a servant, the servant will never tell others, and even if he tells others, others will not believe it, right?"

Old Underwood's eyebrows jumped.

"But I won't show it so obviously."

"Sorry, after this month, I will only be 26 years old."

"So?"

"I'm young and energetic, and I can't do what you do now. Even if you curse me as a rebellious son in your heart, you won't say it out loud."

"I didn't!"

"Look!"

Locke's eyes narrowed into a line, looking at Old Underwood: "I can't lie without blushing. I can't do that now."

Old Underwood's breathing paused at this moment.

Then...

Locke could clearly feel that the temperature in the study had a clear warming trend at this moment.

He blinked and looked at Old Underwood, who was staring at him expressionlessly, with his fists clenched and his eyes cold.

"Ahem, just a joke."

It's a big holiday. If Old Underwood gets angry, it will be a lot of fun.

Locke thought to himself, and quickly coughed, changing the subject: "I really want to contribute to the Underwood family. After all, if I contribute, I can enjoy the convenience with peace of mind. So, I promise to agree to whatever you want to do."

Old Underwood's temperature dropped a little at this moment.

He frowned and looked at Locke who was serious.

"Really?"

"God is my witness."

"Don't kill Nick Fury."

"Don't even think about it, he's dead, even God can't keep him, I said!"

"..."