Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 237 A true hero should not be deceived
Tommy and Martin had dinner at Jeff's house. In addition to Jeff and his wife and their four children, the people at the table included Jeff's wife Jessica sister Gina who was temporarily staying there, and Jeff's two smart friends, Zack and Allen, who were also volunteer janitors.
Everyone was curious about the camera not far away that was filming them. They glanced in the direction of the camera from time to time and didn't even dare to speak. They lowered their heads and ate their food in silence, for fear that their little movements would be recorded and then appear on TV, making them the laughing stock of the audience.
Tommy looked at Martin, who stood up and asked the photographer to turn off the camera. Then he sat back and told everyone that today's filming was officially over and the camera had been turned off and would not continue recording. Only then did everyone at the table relax again.
Jeff's wife Jessica was distributing food to the four children while smiling at Martin and asking, "Mr. Hart, after Jeff signed up for the election, will he be filmed by this machine every day? Anything we do may be filmed and broadcast on TV?"
"Just call me Martin. It depends on what the specific matter is. If it really needs to be recorded, it will be included. But if it is trivial things like eating, watching TV and going to bed, I think it will never appear, Mrs. Laven." Martin put a mouthful of sweet mashed potatoes into his mouth and said to Jessica with a smile.
As soon as he finished saying what he thought was a proper remark, Martin felt that something seemed to be wrong, because he felt that many pairs of eyes at the table suddenly lit up.
Jeff's eldest son, who just turned ten, was the first to ask excitedly, "Will I be photographed if I fart in front of the backyard swimming pool, Mr. Martin?"
"I don't think this behavior needs to be recorded," Martin said flatly, then realized something: "Wait a minute, why did you go to the yard to fart?"
"I heard that if you put some magnesium powder in your butt and spray it into the pool, you can create a big splash." The child described it excitedly, looking at Martin eagerly: "If I can create a big splash, can I let everyone in front of the TV see it?"
"What?" Martin's eyes widened. "Your dad signed up for the election, and you're going to celebrate by setting off fireworks with your own butt? And you're going to let all the viewers in front of the TV watch it together?"
Gina is a 20-year-old white girl who came to Miami from Tallahassee to find a job. She is currently living in her sister and brother-in-law's house. She looked at Martin expectantly, "Can I show you how to dance? I was a key member of the cheerleading team in high school. I hope to find a job related to dance. Or I can change into a dance costume and perform for you in person."
"This isn't a TV job-hunting show, but if you insist... I'd certainly appreciate it. I'm not good at rejecting others... I mean, after I finish Jeff's campaign in a few months, I... maybe I can help you." When Martin saw that Jeff's sister-in-law was even willing to perform a dance for him in order to find a job, he could no longer remain firm in his words of rejection, and his eyes began to glance at Tommy who was eating mashed potatoes next to him.
If Tommy had no objection, it would not be a problem for Martin to find a job at BT TV for Gina who was willing to dance for him.
Hearing that Martin was willing to help, Jeff's second son immediately spoke up: "If the camera captures my chest hair, will Abigail and her family sitting in front of the TV see it? I have abundant chest hair. I only need to wait for half an hour. Can I show it to the machine? Of course, I am willing to show it to you first, just like Gina, Mr. Martin."
"Kid, what did your mother feed you? If you really have that thing, you shouldn't see me, but go see a doctor!" Martin looked at the other person with an expression of doubt about his life.
"So... Bob said that the black stray cat he often fed had its fur shaved off. Did you do that?" Jessica reached out and patted her second son on the head. She said sternly, "Listen carefully. I will deduct your pocket money until the cat grows fur again. I will use all that money to buy cat food to compensate it."
二儿子理直气壮地说道：“我昨天问阿比盖尔的爸爸，能不能把阿比盖尔嫁给我，我要带她回家，她爸爸说等我长出胸毛，不再是小屁孩之后，再对他问这么欠揍的问题，他不想因为暴力殴打儿童而入狱。”
In addition to Jeff's two good sons and sister-in-law, Jeff's two smart best friends also excitedly told Martin their weird ideas so that the audience in front of the TV could see their heroic deeds.
Tommy, who was left undisturbed, quickly finished the dinner carefully prepared by Mrs. Jeff, and then left the table first and walked into the living room, leaving Martin alone, somewhat desperately continuing to deal with the Florida family who had an amazing desire to show off.
Jeff came over after a while and saw Tommy standing in the living room, looking at an old photo hanging on the wall. He said, "That's the photo my dad sent me from Vietnam."
"Is your father a soldier too?" Tommy asked, looking at the man in military uniform in the photo.
"Yes, not long after he was drafted into the army, the Vietnam War broke out, and then he went to Vietnam. The photo was sent to me in 1965, when I was 9 years old. About two months after receiving the photo, my mother received the news that he had died in Vietnam. My mother remarried and moved away from Miami with her stepfather, leaving me to be taken care of by my grandmother. With the help of the church and the neighbors, my grandmother raised me to adulthood." Jeff said to the man who came over and looked at the photo with Tommy:
"By the way, Zack said that you and Martin can stay at his house during this time. He's the only one at home."
"I remember you said you also served in the military?" Tommy shifted his gaze from the photo to Jeff's face and asked.
Jeff nodded. "Yes, it's with the 13th Army Band at the Miramar Station of the Florida Army National Guard."
"What? You were responsible for blowing the trumpet when you were in the service?" Tommy was stunned and asked madly.
Jeff immediately explained, "No, I'm not a musician. Musicians need to be specially recruited. I serve in the logistics squadron of the 13th Army Band."
"I will contact the Miami Veterans Association in the next few days. If they agree, I will arrange for you to visit those old guys in the association. But you must remember to only tell them that you served in the U.S. Army. If you want to be more specific, you can tell them that you served in the Florida National Guard. If you want to be even more specific, you can tell them that you served in the Logistics Squadron of the National Guard Headquarters. In short, don't be so proud when you talk about your military career helping to move musical instruments in the military band like you do now." Tommy thought for a moment and reminded Jeff.
"Yeah, why didn't I think of going to the Veterans Association before?" Jeff showed an expression of sudden enlightenment: "We can reveal the truth about the shape of the earth to those soldiers who have truly made great sacrifices for this country. True heroes should not be deceived."
