Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 235 Preparing a Meeting Gift
Tommy ignored Martin's whispers and flipped through the newspaper and said, "There are five Republican candidates registered to run for the election, and ten Democratic candidates registered to run. The Republican candidate with the best chance is the female senator from Florida State, Ileana Letty, who is of Cuban descent. She changed her registered address to the 18th District a year ago. She is clearly well prepared. As early as a year ago, the Republican organization in Florida learned that Claude Pepper's condition was getting worse, so they chose this Cuban woman to win the votes of the Cubans, who make up 45% of the population in this district."
Jeff heard Tommy's mumbling, and holding the steering wheel, he looked at Tommy through the rearview mirror and said, "But when I went to register, I heard that there were thirteen Republicans registered to run for the election, and fifteen Democrats, including me."
Tommy said without even looking up, "Candidates labeled as others don't need to be counted, because in everyone's eyes, the votes of all of you labeled as others may not even add up to a fraction of the Democratic candidate who is listed as the tenth candidate."
Jeff scratched his beard and glanced at the camera: "Why do you know who has a better chance?"
"It's very simple, Mr. Jeff Lavin. Just buy a copy of every local newspaper after , and you will get a general idea of what happened." Tommy said as he turned a page of the newspaper.
Jeff was stunned for a moment: "But the registration for election was not open at that time."
Tommy looked at the photos of the people in the newspaper and said calmly, "Politics is not a race. No one stipulates that politicians cannot start early, occupy newspapers, television and other propaganda positions in advance, and quickly make everyone familiar with their faces. This kind of thing does not have to wait until the registration for running for election is open to do it."
"From the current perspective, there are two women in the Democratic Party who will be caught 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 have received the news in advance. She changed her personal registration address to the 18th District. Just like Ileana Letty, who was selected by the Republican Party, she will use her Cuban identity to win votes from Cuban immigrants in the 18th District."
"The other is Joan Pepper, the niece of the dying Mr. Claude Pepper. She is the political heir of the Pepper family and currently the chief probation officer of the Florida Parole Board. As early as ten years ago, she served as Claude Pepper's campaign assistant in every election and has a certain reputation in this district."
"I've met Ms. Joanna Pepper. She's a very kind old lady, a bit like my mother. She gave small gifts to our community during the Christmas holidays." When Tommy mentioned the first two names, Jeff was 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."
"Those two are the real political elites who were parachuted into the 18th District." Tommy put down the newspaper and said to Jeff. As he spoke, he took out a cigarette. Martin, who was very discerning, lit it for Tommy. He was much smarter than Jeff, and asked tentatively:
"Boss, are you saying that these people are not locals at all, and they are here just for the vacant seat of the House of Representatives?"
"Otherwise, do you think two out-of-town women who don't even live here really want to fight for Miami all their lives and change their address to this area? It's better to believe in the flat earth theory proposed by our boss Mr. Jeff than to believe that they love Miami." Tommy took a puff of cigarette and said.
Martin cursed in a low voice with disdain: "These politicians are fucking awful. Yesterday they were Washingtonians, but today they can proudly say in front of the camera that they love Miami and want to speak for Florida. If we go to war with Cuba and need to defend our homeland, I believe these out-of-town congressmen will fight alongside us to defend Miami... It's better to believe that Jeff will win the election. At least, although he looks very stupid, he absolutely loves this city."
"Wow, there's a Costco supermarket in front. I'm going to buy some candy for the kids. Kids always like to get rewards before they're willing to sit still." Jeff saw the Costco supermarket sign in front of him and parked the car in the parking lot. Then he turned his head and looked at Tommy: "Can you give me back the $20 of the $170 you took, Tommy? I'll ask my wife to give you the rest when I get home, but now I'm going to prepare some small gifts for the kids today."
Tommy nodded, took out the money from his wallet and handed it to Jeff, showing a friendly smile: "Of course, Mr. Lavin."
Watching Jeff enter the supermarket happily, Tommy smiled, "What a kind and honest Floridian. We have to help him. He truly loves this area. He buys candies for children at his own expense every day to convey what he thinks is the truth. Is he stupid? Of course, but I just like him like this. I want to send such a kind and honest idiot to Washington, stand in the hall of Congress, take out a shot put and a solid wood board, and prove in public that the earth is fucking flat. If I do all this, Jason and Susie will have no chance of winning unless they find another idiot who is even dumber than Jeff to help him become president."
"Mr. Tommy Hawke, I remind you that if you use money from your own bank account, it will be considered cheating." The photographer turned his head and looked at Tommy in the co-pilot seat: "I am also eager to see this buddy appear in Washington. When reality comes true, our program will record his wanderings from Miami to Washington. I think this will be the most exciting and legendary biography I have ever shot."
"I won't use my own money to support his campaign. I will only make money from him to help him or us raise campaign funds. Now, Martin, go buy a hundred Torjans and prepare them as gifts for the first meeting and give them to those lovely Florida kids." Tommy saw that the photographer was excited and imagined the scene of Jeff appearing in Washington, so he said to Martin.
With just one sentence, even the breathing sounds in the car disappeared except for his own.
“What The Fuck"Martin widened his eyes and looked at Tommy.
The photographer was stunned on the spot, his face full of disbelief.
Buy Trojans as gifts for children? Is this to ensure that Jeff Lavine will not get a single vote when he runs for election, and will be sent to prison for various child-related crimes if he is not careful?
Seeing the expressions of the two, Tommy spread his hands and said, "Politics is dirty. I must ensure that tomorrow, all the parents of the children will appear in front of Jeff in anger."
"Let them ask Jeff why he gave that thing to his child?" Martin asked puzzledly.
"Will they believe that an idiot like Jeff would do something to hurt children? If Jeff wanted to hurt them, he would have done it a long time ago. He must be a good person, but we must not be good people, understand?" Tommy looked back at Martin calmly:
"Politics is about putting a clean puppet in front of the public, but in fact, countless pairs of dirty hands are hiding 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 believed Otilia . I promise to make the parents of those children believe that it was a potential competitor who deliberately framed Jeff, a poor and honest man. This is another political lesson you have learned. When being 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 clasped his hands together, and there was no word to describe the expression on his face. In the end, he could only utter: "Fuck!"
Then he opened the car door and walked towards the supermarket, muttering to himself as he walked: "In business competition, the business warfare skill I learned was to feed laxatives to fucking pigeons. Now that I am a campaign manager, the first political struggle method I learned is to fucking send Trojans to the children of people in my district and then frame my opponent?"
"Fuck You! America! You are hopeless, be destroyed!"
